The vast grassland.
The wolves began to move in the dark night, and other nocturnal creatures also emerged, and the faint will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the distance, which was the ghost awakened by the energy of the necromancer. Around a valley, more than a dozen will-o’-the-wisps float in the air. There was a tragic battle here, and weathered bones and broken swords can still be seen today. Will-o'-the-wisps surround the unconscious wandering here, this is a forbidden area for the living, and even fierce ogres will stay away from this land.
The wizard in a black cloak gradually approached, and the two poisonous spiders had turned into carrion.
The spiders stimulated by mana can only last for half a day, and they age very quickly. When the power of the mana is exhausted, they will die. The wizard leaned over and took away the spider's poison sac, poured some powder on it, and it quickly turned into a pool of blood. He took out a dark red stone, and then walked into the valley surrounded by will-o'-the-wisps. The wandering undead ignored his existence and let him enter it.
The valley is full of weeds, and there are many dilapidated buildings that have been weathered very badly.
However, the grandeur of the past can still be vaguely seen. Marble columns with a diameter of one meter can be seen everywhere. These broken marble columns supported a palace, which was eventually reduced to ruins in the battle. Groups of shadows emerged, they turned into hazy figures without bodies, and surrounded the wizard who dared to enter this place.
“SUA… AIG…”
The strange syllables chanted from the wizard's mouth were not the language of any race, but more like some kind of special secret language.
Some powerful and knowledgeable beings will create their own language and characters. If he does not teach others, others will need to spend a lot of effort to understand the meaning of these languages. Groups of shadow life gradually retreated, they retreated under the stone pillars, and gradually disappeared on them, vague cracks could be seen vaguely, as if some kind of humanoid creatures were tied to the stone pillars and burned, and then the ashes left behind trace.
In the center of the valley is an altar with a diameter of tens of meters.
The inside of the circle has been cracked, and some strange plants have stubbornly grown out of the cracks. There are six rings of staggered marks on the altar, the nearby marble columns have broken, and there are many traces left by violent explosions around. The only thing on the entire altar that is still well preserved is a very weathered statue of a god whose face is blurred. It can be vaguely seen that the statue is a female, one arm has been broken, but the body still retains female characteristics, such as the long hair reaching the buttocks, incomplete but clear breasts, slender straight legs, and some kind of snake-like Traces of class entanglement.
The wizard gently took off the cloak, revealing sharp ears, dark skin, and a slender figure standing in front of the altar, and slowly knelt down.
Without the cover of the cloak, the wizard showed his true colors.
But it was a female dark elf.
She uttered a strange prayer, with her hands interlaced in front of her chest, and with the strange echoes around her prayer, a little bit of strange light also appeared in midair.
There was light in the scarlet pupils, and the wizard stood up slowly.
She gently raised her hand and took off her robe, revealing her delicate body in thin clothes. It could be vaguely seen that she was not wearing anything underneath, and her chest was slightly protruding. But this was just the beginning, she pulled out a dark red snake head whip out of thin air, raised it violently in her hand and threw it out. With the crisp sound of 'pop', the snake head whip drew an arc, It was drawn directly on her back!
A suppressed scream sounded.
The wizard's clothes instantly shattered, and there were clearly visible bloodstains on her back. The sharp barbs of the snake's head whip cut her skin, and traces of blood flowed down her back, quickly permeating her clothes and flowing down her back. The back dripped on the altar.
trembling.
The wizard's body was trembling on the spot, and her face was distorted by the pain. Only those creatures in the underground world knew how painful it would be to the marrow of the snake's head whip!
respite.
The wizard knelt on the ground panting for a long time before recovering slightly.
Snapped!
The clear sound of whip waving sounded again, and the wizard swung the snake's head whip violently, and slapped himself on the back again.
Another bloodstain appeared.
The bloody snake's head whip fell to the ground, and the wizard was trembling. There were two bloody whip marks on his back, and the place where it was drawn was already bloody. As the pain penetrated more and more into the bone marrow, a trace of inexplicable relief appeared on the wizard's distorted face, and a trace of joy appeared on her expression. When the strength of her body gradually recovered, she picked up the snake's head whip and whipped again without hesitation. on his back.
Clap clap!
There were continuous beating sounds, and her back was completely bloody, and there was no intact piece of skin visible.
But her expression became more and more weird, and in the end she trembled as if she was enjoying herself. As drops of blood fell on the altar, a faint pink light began to emerge, and the blood flowed to the altar along the notch. The broken statue in the center, shrouded in pink light, finally gathered into a hazy figure.
It was a girl holding a snake's head whip. She had an exquisite and delicate body. Her skin was off-white with dark red tattoos on it. Her black hair hung down from her hips, extending from her ankles to her thighs. The phantoms of the two poisonous snakes twisted upwards, and finally entangled together around the slender waist to form a belt.
A little divine light emerges!
The figure of the girl manifested on the statue suddenly raised the snake's head whip, and it fell on the wizard in an instant.
A suppressed groan sounded.
The wizard's bloody back began to heal rapidly, and the torn flesh regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, she let out a voice full of joy, and knelt down deeply on the ground.
"Go north!"
The voice full of divinity echoed on the altar, and the girl pointed at the snake head whip, and many images appeared out of thin air. "The territory of the Ice and Snow Goddess. I can feel that she has awakened, and the harsh winter is covering the earth."
"Her powers are starting to spin out of control."
"Find her."
"Bring her to me, and I will give you the reward you deserve!"
With a little light of divinity, the figure of the girl in front of the statue gradually dissipated, and the wizard stood up slowly. She reached for the robe and put it on, and then put on the cloak again. There was a faint light in her scarlet pupils, she put away the snake head whip on the ground, then turned around and walked out of the valley, the hazy shadow still lingered here, a vague silhouette emerged under the moonlight.
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There was the sound of turbulent water ahead.
Sauron took back the scimitar that he had been cutting through all the way, and walked to a small stream to rest.
He washed his face first, and then wiped off the blood on his body, not only because he loves to be clean, but more importantly, many creatures in the wild are very sensitive to the smell of blood.
Sudden!
It seemed that the hairs all over his body were suddenly raised, and he rolled on the spot, holding the machete in his hand, and looked at the stone above the stream at the same time.
A pitch-black figure stared at it, its light brown pupils very eye-catching in the darkness.
panther
Sauron saw clearly the creature that suddenly gave him a sense of danger. It was a feline like a cheetah, standing gracefully on a stone, staring at him with human eyes.
"No!" Sauron clenched the scimitar, looked around vigilantly, and said to himself, "Lynx?"
That's not Black Panther.
It is a lynx covered in pitch black, which is also a very dangerous creature in the wild. Adult lynxes can even kill wild boars.
However, a normal lynx would not grow to the size of a black panther, and this one in front of him was obviously not an ordinary beast, and it might not even be a beast at all.
A vigorous figure landed on the opposite side of the creek. She was wearing a strange costume and her face was painted with oil paint. She couldn't see her appearance clearly in the night, only slightly pointed ears could be seen. She seemed to be a half-elf. The half-elf woman who appeared suddenly reached out to take a few sips of the stream water, then frowned and glanced at Sauron. She reached out and waved to the lynx above the stream, and then landed more than a dozen in a sudden leap. meters away from the big tree.
The bobcat's lithe and vigorous figure followed, and before leaving, he glanced at Sauron again.
"A high-level druid?!"
Sauron has been watching the two leave, and the two sides have not communicated at all. They can only judge that the direction the other party is going is exactly the direction he came from.
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