Chapter 141
At dusk, when the sun was about to set, many residents of Black Rock City gathered at the tavern to relax and have fun after finishing their day's work.
And in a cave two hundred miles away from the city.
With a series of bangs, pale flames ignited in the braziers around the altar, illuminating the crowd gathered in the cave.
Under the cold white light, dozens of mysterious people in black robes with dark temperaments sat around the two sides.
His eyes stared indifferently at the tumbling flames.
The atmosphere of the scene was icy cold, and instead of raising the temperature here, the ignited flames made it even more piercing.
"The vulture group led by Hunga also lost news."
After a long time, one of the mysterious people suddenly spoke, breaking the deadly atmosphere here.
"What wave is this?" Opposite him, an old man holding a pale skull cane raised his head and asked.
"The Bone Burial Troop, Shadow Assassin, Howling Demon Soul, and the vulture group led by the third-rank bishop Hunga, the elite troops of the four successive waves of the sect, all disappeared quietly after approaching the Cold Wind Territory and Black Rock City. "
The mysterious man's voice, which was originally as flat as a dead man's, fluctuated, "We haven't been able to send any news back, and we have lost so many elites that we don't even know who the enemy is."
"Heh, those who don't know think that there is a magic swamp in the abyss in the legend, and you will die if you touch it?"
His words caused everyone present to fall into silence again.
In just a few days, the congregation who were summoned to invade the Cold Wind Territory lost more than half of their manpower.
But they failed to gain any results, which made them hesitate.
"I think we need to reconsider, this ghost place is more troublesome than we imagined." Someone couldn't help but suggest, "I was originally in charge of the battlefield area of the Dragon's Back Plain, who sent me here? "
"It is said that the owner there is Ordosius, we have underestimated him." At this time, the old man holding a bone cane spoke again.
"Now the Twilight Elf King of the Elven Kingdom has thrown himself into the embrace of my lord's undead soul and has become the saint of the Necromancer Order. It was that saint who gave the order to ask the nearby believers to obtain a certain part of the Cold Wind Territory for him. sample item."
"That's why I'm here."
"What did you say? So many of us died, but in the end we were working for outsiders?" The man stood up angrily, wanting to leave.
"Disobeying the order of the saint will be regarded as a sentence and punishment!" The old man's cold words made his raised feet stop in the air.
"Could it be possible to continue running to die?" The man sat back in his seat unhappily, with a mocking tone, "Who here is stronger than Hungka? Even he is dead, what's the use of us staying?"
"Don't worry, the situation here has been notified to the Holy One, and he sent reinforcements to arrive soon." The old man knocked the skull cane on the altar on the ground.
"My lord, the fate of this place's destruction has long been doomed. No matter what secrets that Ordosius has, he will sooner or later become our plaything!"
Hearing these words, the emotions of all the necromancers present calmed down, and the atmosphere eased a little.
At this time, outside the cave, a crow was perched on a withered branch.
Blood red eyes stared down calmly.
"Good guy, this is to call all the active necromancers in the northern province to me." Ronan, who was far away in the castle, shook his head and smiled.
During this period of time, the Cold Wind Collar is really not quiet, and at night, all kinds of strange things gather in it.
A day ago, a large group of vultures came from the sky with a clear goal towards the Cold Wind Territory.
It's a pity that the sky in the Cold Wind Territory has long been ruled, and the provocative crows were enraged.
The roaring crow feather storm mercilessly tore the invaders apart.
As for other monsters hiding in the shadows, ghosts invisible to the naked eye, etc.
Under the scouting of the crow's piercing blood eyes, they will have nothing to hide, and will be violently suppressed by the armored knights.
But it seems that these failures are not enough to make the enemy back down. Are reinforcements on the way?
Ronan stared at the map around Black Rock City on the table, the cave was surrounded by pieces of armored knights.
No rush, just wait.
At midnight, everything is silent.
Under the bright moonlight, five owl-like birds with gray and black feathers and larger and smoother bodies flew across the sky.
Finally landed in front of the cave outside Blackstone City.
If there are soldiers from the Northern Lion Principality here, it is easy to recognize that this is a monster called Ghost Owl from the other side of the Death Mountain.
Their sharp claws can tear through armor, and their mouths can make dizzying howls.
Miraculously, when the five ghost owls landed on the ground, their bodies changed drastically.
Transformed from a bird body into a humanoid creature wearing a gray and black feather suit.
The only difference from normal humans is the dark and bright complexion and long thin ears.
"I can feel the call of death. This is where they gather." The leader of the five walked towards the cave, and the other four followed.
In the cave, five dark elves and a group of necromancers from afar sat on both sides, looking at each other indifferently.
"I already understand the situation, that is to say, after so long, you haven't done anything." Andel, the leading dark elf, looked at them with contemptuous eyes.
"For 300 years, instead of making any progress, human beings have deteriorated considerably. The same is true for you who are mixed with this bunch of trash. It's really sad. No wonder El Tino chose our king as a saint, and never looked at us from the beginning to the end."
Ander's tone was full of sarcasm towards them, and even less reverence for their god.
Under the double insult, the eyes of everyone in the Necromancer Cult were on fire, and the pale flames around the altar swayed.
It's just that they chose to remain silent in the end.
Because the four dark elves behind Ander were staring at them, a strong breath of death enveloped the entire cave.
"Five third-tier fighters, and all of them are powerful high-tier fighters. The inheritance of the longevity species is really well-deserved."
The old man from the Necromancer Order stepped forward and praised, which eased the tense atmosphere in the cave a little.
He could see the disdain for him from the eyes of Ander and the other dark elves.
That is the attitude of the long-lived species looking down on them, short-lived species with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.
The old man was not angry. He knew that among the five dark elves in front of him, any one of them might be older than the history of the empire.
The long lifespan has allowed many members of the elves to live from the days of the gods full of magic power to the current age of the empire.
Although the decline of the general environment has seriously frustrated the power of the elves, compared to the generation of the strong human beings, the number of strong people inside the elves is much more complete.
If it weren't for the abundance of resources, looking down on the outside world, and choosing to self-enclose in the Emerald Sea Forest, the current ruling balance of the empire would have been broken long ago.
Therefore, even the expelled dark elves looked down on these ephemeral species from the bottom of their hearts.
(End of this chapter)
At dusk, when the sun was about to set, many residents of Black Rock City gathered at the tavern to relax and have fun after finishing their day's work.
And in a cave two hundred miles away from the city.
With a series of bangs, pale flames ignited in the braziers around the altar, illuminating the crowd gathered in the cave.
Under the cold white light, dozens of mysterious people in black robes with dark temperaments sat around the two sides.
His eyes stared indifferently at the tumbling flames.
The atmosphere of the scene was icy cold, and instead of raising the temperature here, the ignited flames made it even more piercing.
"The vulture group led by Hunga also lost news."
After a long time, one of the mysterious people suddenly spoke, breaking the deadly atmosphere here.
"What wave is this?" Opposite him, an old man holding a pale skull cane raised his head and asked.
"The Bone Burial Troop, Shadow Assassin, Howling Demon Soul, and the vulture group led by the third-rank bishop Hunga, the elite troops of the four successive waves of the sect, all disappeared quietly after approaching the Cold Wind Territory and Black Rock City. "
The mysterious man's voice, which was originally as flat as a dead man's, fluctuated, "We haven't been able to send any news back, and we have lost so many elites that we don't even know who the enemy is."
"Heh, those who don't know think that there is a magic swamp in the abyss in the legend, and you will die if you touch it?"
His words caused everyone present to fall into silence again.
In just a few days, the congregation who were summoned to invade the Cold Wind Territory lost more than half of their manpower.
But they failed to gain any results, which made them hesitate.
"I think we need to reconsider, this ghost place is more troublesome than we imagined." Someone couldn't help but suggest, "I was originally in charge of the battlefield area of the Dragon's Back Plain, who sent me here? "
"It is said that the owner there is Ordosius, we have underestimated him." At this time, the old man holding a bone cane spoke again.
"Now the Twilight Elf King of the Elven Kingdom has thrown himself into the embrace of my lord's undead soul and has become the saint of the Necromancer Order. It was that saint who gave the order to ask the nearby believers to obtain a certain part of the Cold Wind Territory for him. sample item."
"That's why I'm here."
"What did you say? So many of us died, but in the end we were working for outsiders?" The man stood up angrily, wanting to leave.
"Disobeying the order of the saint will be regarded as a sentence and punishment!" The old man's cold words made his raised feet stop in the air.
"Could it be possible to continue running to die?" The man sat back in his seat unhappily, with a mocking tone, "Who here is stronger than Hungka? Even he is dead, what's the use of us staying?"
"Don't worry, the situation here has been notified to the Holy One, and he sent reinforcements to arrive soon." The old man knocked the skull cane on the altar on the ground.
"My lord, the fate of this place's destruction has long been doomed. No matter what secrets that Ordosius has, he will sooner or later become our plaything!"
Hearing these words, the emotions of all the necromancers present calmed down, and the atmosphere eased a little.
At this time, outside the cave, a crow was perched on a withered branch.
Blood red eyes stared down calmly.
"Good guy, this is to call all the active necromancers in the northern province to me." Ronan, who was far away in the castle, shook his head and smiled.
During this period of time, the Cold Wind Collar is really not quiet, and at night, all kinds of strange things gather in it.
A day ago, a large group of vultures came from the sky with a clear goal towards the Cold Wind Territory.
It's a pity that the sky in the Cold Wind Territory has long been ruled, and the provocative crows were enraged.
The roaring crow feather storm mercilessly tore the invaders apart.
As for other monsters hiding in the shadows, ghosts invisible to the naked eye, etc.
Under the scouting of the crow's piercing blood eyes, they will have nothing to hide, and will be violently suppressed by the armored knights.
But it seems that these failures are not enough to make the enemy back down. Are reinforcements on the way?
Ronan stared at the map around Black Rock City on the table, the cave was surrounded by pieces of armored knights.
No rush, just wait.
At midnight, everything is silent.
Under the bright moonlight, five owl-like birds with gray and black feathers and larger and smoother bodies flew across the sky.
Finally landed in front of the cave outside Blackstone City.
If there are soldiers from the Northern Lion Principality here, it is easy to recognize that this is a monster called Ghost Owl from the other side of the Death Mountain.
Their sharp claws can tear through armor, and their mouths can make dizzying howls.
Miraculously, when the five ghost owls landed on the ground, their bodies changed drastically.
Transformed from a bird body into a humanoid creature wearing a gray and black feather suit.
The only difference from normal humans is the dark and bright complexion and long thin ears.
"I can feel the call of death. This is where they gather." The leader of the five walked towards the cave, and the other four followed.
In the cave, five dark elves and a group of necromancers from afar sat on both sides, looking at each other indifferently.
"I already understand the situation, that is to say, after so long, you haven't done anything." Andel, the leading dark elf, looked at them with contemptuous eyes.
"For 300 years, instead of making any progress, human beings have deteriorated considerably. The same is true for you who are mixed with this bunch of trash. It's really sad. No wonder El Tino chose our king as a saint, and never looked at us from the beginning to the end."
Ander's tone was full of sarcasm towards them, and even less reverence for their god.
Under the double insult, the eyes of everyone in the Necromancer Cult were on fire, and the pale flames around the altar swayed.
It's just that they chose to remain silent in the end.
Because the four dark elves behind Ander were staring at them, a strong breath of death enveloped the entire cave.
"Five third-tier fighters, and all of them are powerful high-tier fighters. The inheritance of the longevity species is really well-deserved."
The old man from the Necromancer Order stepped forward and praised, which eased the tense atmosphere in the cave a little.
He could see the disdain for him from the eyes of Ander and the other dark elves.
That is the attitude of the long-lived species looking down on them, short-lived species with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.
The old man was not angry. He knew that among the five dark elves in front of him, any one of them might be older than the history of the empire.
The long lifespan has allowed many members of the elves to live from the days of the gods full of magic power to the current age of the empire.
Although the decline of the general environment has seriously frustrated the power of the elves, compared to the generation of the strong human beings, the number of strong people inside the elves is much more complete.
If it weren't for the abundance of resources, looking down on the outside world, and choosing to self-enclose in the Emerald Sea Forest, the current ruling balance of the empire would have been broken long ago.
Therefore, even the expelled dark elves looked down on these ephemeral species from the bottom of their hearts.
(End of this chapter)
