Blood, falling drop by drop.

The wounded moaned about death and the zodiac howls of the werewolf. This sound made Eugene feel very annoying, so he picked up a javelin and raised his hand to nail the crazy dog-barking zodiac to the ground. The entire battlefield was quiet. In fact, the battle was over. Eugene did not look at the zodiac with blood-red and angry eyes, but walked forward. All the orcs who saw it were kneeling down along the way. The warriors of the Saber-Too Clan suffered heavy casualties. Even if they lost the protection of the gods, these half-elves were not as easy to deal with as they imagined.

Click!

Salot broke the arrow on his chest. The simple orc leather armor could not stop the half-elf's bow and arrow. However, it was the most powerful warrior in the tribe. The violent tenacity was enough to make it resist the enemy's shooting. When Eugene's old figure came to it, the burly and violent orc, like a giant, knelt down. It humbly lowered its head and said in a deep voice: "Old Shaman."

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The warriors of the clan were rescuing the wounded, while the gnolls were eating the corpses of the half-elves. This scene made Eugene feel very displeased because even as a half-orc, it rejected these gnolls very much. If it weren't for defeating the army of Luoye City, it wouldn't have joined forces with these dirty and disgusting gnolls.

"Here I'm back!..."

Eugene stood on the high slope and looked down at the black land in front of her. Its old face could not cover up the glorious years of the past. Scars were like the most dazzling medals, telling people how many storms it had experienced.

Soft green grass, fertile land.

Eugene knelt down slowly, and the skeleton pendant on its chest gently touched the ground. The orc shaman who had been through a long time kissed the land. Its rough calloused fingers twisted the black soil and put it in her mouth to taste its taste. It had a fishy and bitter taste. But Eugene's face showed a smudge of intoxication. It slowly stood up, pulled out the spear on its back, and then inserted it heavily into the ground in front of her.

It turned around and stared at its tribe members, and roared with all its strength: "I'm finally back!!!..."

"This is our land!..."

A violent roar rang out.

The warriors of the Saber-Too Clan hammered their chests, looked at the half-elf corpses all over the ground, and let out a burst of fanatical roar.

Corpse.

Corpse.

Or the corpse.

The zombies were enjoying a feast, but behind the front, there was a group of burly zombies with black hair watching everything in front of them with their scarlet pupils. They were stronger and stronger than the other zombies, wearing steel armor, holding heavy flails, and they had the smell of demons.

Heavy footsteps approached.

A zodiac, nearly three meters long, walked slowly. It was wearing full armor, and the special armor had blood-red patterns. This zodiac, who was so strong that it was a bit scary, was holding a very special weapon.

That was a three-headed flail.

The heavy three-headed flail was covered with blood, crushed bones and meat on it, and easily smashed shredded shards.

The burly werewolf leader walked to Eugene, looking down at the half-orc shaman in front of him with his scarlet pupils. He did not care about its actions of killing a werewolf, but said with a grim expression: "The army of half-elves has failed."

“Where is the thing my Lord needs?”

Eugene turned around and stared at the werewolves in front of her. Even though the other party was so huge and filled with a force of oppression, it still had no effect. It had already fought against the giant when it was young, and the body size only meant that the target was more likely to be hit. It had more weaknesses on its body. Eugene looked at the werewolves in front of her and slowly said, "One of the heads of the flails in the years is in the hands of the half-elves."

"We have just defeated their army, how could we get the components of the artifact right away?"

The werewolf leader looked at the old orc in front of him, and after a long silence, he said in a deep voice: "Where else do you want to fight? Within half a month, you must present parts of the artifact to my master, otherwise your tribe will be ready to disappear completely!"

"The ghouls will hunt you day and night. The werewolf will slaughter your tribe!"

"You can't bear the anger of my Lord!"

The King of Gnolls - Jenogu.

The Demon Lord on the 422nd floor of the Bottomless Abyss, He is the god of the werewolves. Most of the werewolves are His people. He conquered the King of Ghouls - Dorisen in a struggle of the Abyss Lord, so He is now the master of Ghouls, and controls a huge legion of Ghouls in his hands. This Abyss Lord may not be as difficult as other terrible existences, but it is not a mere mortal who can withstand His rage. The power controlled by any demon lord is enough to rival the gods, and they have a huge number of demon corps under their command.

The weapon used by Jenoch, the king of the Gnoveau, is flail.

A three-headed golden flail.

Eugene looked at the other party with cold eyes, without any fear of the other party's threat. The werewolf leader glanced at it and turned around and walked towards the back of the battlefield.

"Damn werewolf!"

A depressing roar sounded, and the burly orc warrior stared at the zombie leader who was leaving, and slowly said to the great shaman in front of him: "Grand! Do we really want to give the artifacts to them?"

Eugene glanced at him lightly and said calmly: "Yes."

"But..." The orc wanted to speak but stopped.

Eugene turned and walked down the hillside. It stared at the land in front of it and slowly said: "It was once considered the most powerful weapon in the mortal world!... Only the paladins can compete with it!... Because of fear of its power, this artifact was dismantled again and again!..."

"There are countless legends that die in your hands. The Sons of Killing God even used it to kill the gods!..."

"The King of the Gnoves - Jenogu wants this weapon."

"It would be fine if it didn't get it all together. If it really gets it all together, its death date will soon come on the day of its birth!..."

Eugene's figure gradually faded away.

The orc warrior who stayed there seemed to understand it, but with his IQ, he could not figure out so much.

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Overseas archipelago. Modo City.

Goria's figure instantly appeared near the portal connecting to the shadow plane. Then she quickly blessed several protective spells to herself and entered directly inside the portal.

The picture in front of me changed.

In the blink of an eye, she had already arrived in the shadow plane. At this time, the shadow plane had changed a little. There were some special buildings here, and two steel golems were left here as guards. The cracking progress of the Wizard Tower was slow, and the mysterious locks during the Arcane Empire period contained too many secrets that they could not understand. However, they were also the senior leaders of the Northland Witch after all, and they had an understanding of the Northland Mislock. They had some research results over the past period.

"Mother!"

Goria's figure quickly approached the edge of the mysterious lock, staring at the thoughtful fallen witch in front of her, and slowly said, "Have you found anything?"

There are residual energy fluctuations in the air.

The Fallen Witch turned around and stared at his daughter, nodded gently and said, "Half-plane! This mysterious lock is like the one in the council, and it is maintained by one and a half-plane."

"I felt the location of the element pool, but I can't locate this semi-plane yet!"

Plane knowledge.

Goria's expression became solemn, and she said slowly: "There is still a half-plane connected here? Can you find the entrance to the half-plane?"

The Fallen Witch shook his head gently.

She raised her fingers wearing black lace gloves and waved her fingers, and a model similar to illusion appeared in front of the two people, with four different tears on it, occupying four corners. She could only hear her speak: "Any half-plane is developed by the element pool."

"Earth, water, wind, fire."

"This is the basic structure of the material plane. The energy of the element pool is the core of the semi-plane, and it is also the key to the growth of the semi-plane."

"Look at this place."

"These four points in the mystery lock are the corresponding points of the element pool. There is also a half-plane hidden here. It is precisely because of the energy supply of the half-plane that this wizard tower can last for so long."

The image changes in front of you.

I don’t know what methods the Fallen Witch used to simulate the approximate structural range of the Mystery Lock. With the center of the Wizard Tower, special energy signs appeared in the four areas.

“There are at least three element pools here.”

The Fallen Witch looked at the wizard tower in front of him and slowly said: "There should be an elemental pool inside the tower, responsible for maintaining the daily energy consumption of the wizard tower. There is an elemental pool under this mysterious lock, responsible for converting energy to supply the wizard tower. Finally, there should be a larger elemental pool in the semi-plane that we don't know."

"If this element pool is still running in the end!"

"From the end of the Arcane Empire era until now, it has been providing enough energy to make a half plane big and big!"

An amazing light appeared in Goria's eyes, murmured: "Mother! You mean..."

The Fallen Witch glanced at her and said slowly, "That's right."

"An unexplored alien dimension space!...it is possible that it is larger than the semi-plane of the Witch Council!..."

"but."

“Its entrance may be there!”

The Fallen Witch's eyes looked at the wizard tower in front of him, and both of them suddenly became silent with serious expressions.

Can't get in.

Even if they join forces, they can't get in!

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Chapter completed!