V1.Chapter 57

The vast grasslands.

Under the dark night, the wolves began to move, other nocturnal creatures also appeared, and faint ghosts appeared in the distance, which were ghosts awakened by undead energy. Around a valley, more than a dozen ghost fires were suspended in the air. There was a tragic battle here, and weathered bones and broken swords can still be seen today. Wandering around unconsciously, this place is a forbidden area for the living, and even the fierce ogres will stay away from this land.

The wizard in the black cloak gradually approached, and the two poisonous spiders had turned into carrion.

The spiders provoked by mana can only exist for half a day, and they age very fast. When the power of the spell is exhausted, they die. The wizard leaned over and took away the spider's poison sac, poured some powder on it, and soon it turned into a piece of blood. He took out a dark red stone and walked into the valley surrounded by ghosts. The wandering undead ignored his presence and let him enter.

The valley is overgrown with weeds, and there are many dilapidated buildings that have been severely weathered.

But you can still vaguely see the grandeur of the past. Marble columns with a diameter of one meter can be seen everywhere. These broken marble columns supported a palace, which was eventually turned into ruins during the battle. Clouds of shadows emerged, they turned into hazy figures without bodies, and surrounded the wizard who dared to enter this place.

"SUA...AIG..."

The wizard chanted strange syllables, not the language of any race, but more like some kind of special secret language.

Some powerful and learned beings will create their own language and words. If he does not teach others, it will take a lot of effort for others to understand the meaning of these languages. Clouds of shadow life gradually receded, they retreated under the stone pillars, and gradually disappeared above, vague cracks can be seen vaguely, as if some kind of humanoid creature was tied to the stone pillar 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 grown out of the cracks tenaciously. There are six interlaced nicks on the altar, the nearby marble columns have been broken, and there are many traces left by the violent explosion around. The only well-preserved statue on the entire altar is a very weathered statue with an indistinct face. The statue can be vaguely seen as a female, one arm has been broken, but the body still retains female characteristics, such as long hair reaching the buttocks, mutilated but clearly ruddy, slender and straight legs, and some kind of snake-like. Class entanglement traces.

The wizard gently took off the cloak, revealing pointed 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.

It is a female dark elf.

She uttered strange prayers, and folded her hands in front of her chest. With the strange echoes around her prayers, a little bit of magical light also appeared in the air.

The scarlet pupils shone with light, and the wizard slowly stood up.

She gently raised her hand and took off her robe, revealing a delicate and delicate body in thin clothes. You could vaguely see that she was wearing nothing inside, and her chest was slightly raised. But this was just the beginning. She took out a dark red snake head whip out of thin air, and when it was raised in her hand, she threw it out. With the crisp sound of 'pop', the snake head whip crossed an arc, Directly on her back!

Depressed screams sounded.

The clothes on the wizard shattered instantly, and there were clearly visible bloodstains on the back. The sharp barbs of the snake's head whip cut through her skin. The back dripped on the altar.

trembling.

The wizard's body was trembling in place, and the pain made her face twist a little. Only those creatures in the underground world knew how painful the whip of the snake head would be to the bone!

respite.

The wizard knelt on the ground and gasped for a long time before recovering a little.

Snapped!

The clear whip waving sounded again, and the wizard suddenly raised the snake head whip and swiped it on his back again.

Another bloodstain appeared.

The bloody snake head whip fell to the ground, and the wizard was shivering. Two bloody whip marks on his back were intertwined, and the place where they were drawn was already bloody. As the pain penetrated more and more into the bone marrow, a trace of inexplicable joy appeared on the wizard's twisted face, and her expression actually showed a hint of joy. When the strength of her body gradually recovered, she did not hesitate to pick up the snake head whip and beat it again. on his back.

clap clap clap!

The sound of continuous whipping sounded, her back was completely bloody, and she couldn't see a piece of intact skin at all.

But her expression became more and more bizarre. In the end, she trembled as if she was enjoying the pleasure. With the drop of blood falling 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, the pink light shrouded here, and finally converged into a hazy figure.

It was a girl with a snake-head whip, with a delicate and delicate body. The skin of the whole body was gray and white with dark red tattoos on it. The phantoms of the two poisonous snakes entangled up, and finally entangled together at 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 instantly fell on the wizard.

Depressed ** sounded.

The wizard's bloody back began to heal rapidly, the torn flesh regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time she made a joyful sound and knelt deeply on the ground.

"Go north!"

The voice full of divinity echoed on the altar, and the girl held a snake head and whipped her finger, and many pictures emerged out of thin air. "The domain of the Snow Goddess. I can feel that she has woken up, and the cold winter is covering the earth."

"Her powers started to spin out of control."

"Find her."

"Bring her to me, and I will give you the reward you deserve!"

With a little bit of divine light, the figure of the girl in front of the statue gradually dissipated. The wizard slowly stood up. She stretched out her hand to pick up the robe and put it on, and then put on the cloak again. There was a faint light in her scarlet pupils, and she put away the snake head whip on the ground, then turned and walked out of the valley. The hazy shadow still lingers here, and a vague outline emerges under the moonlight.

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The sound of turbulent water is heard ahead.

Sauron took back the machete that he had been through all the way, and walked to a small stream to rest.

He first washed his face, and then wiped off the blood on his body, not only because he loved cleanliness, but more importantly, there were many creatures in the wild who were very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Sudden!

As if the cold hairs all over his body suddenly rose, he rolled on the spot and took the scimitar in his hand, while looking at the stones above the stream.

A dark figure watched, and the light brown pupils were very eye-catching in the darkness.

Black Panther?

Sauron clearly saw the creature that suddenly gave him a sense of danger. It was a cat like a cheetah, standing gracefully on a stone, and his eyes seemed to be watching him with humanity.

"No!" Sauron clenched the machete, looked around alertly, and said to himself, "Lynx?"

That's not Black Panther.

It is a black lynx, a very dangerous creature in the wild, and an adult lynx can even hunt wild boars.

However, a normal lynx would not grow to the size of a black panther. The 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 Xiaoxi. She was wearing a strange costume, and her face was painted with oil paint. She couldn't see it clearly in the night. She could only see slightly pointed ears, and she seemed to be a half-elf. The half-elf woman who appeared suddenly reached out and took a few sips of the stream, then frowned and glanced at Sauron, she reached out and beckoned to the lynx above the stream, and then suddenly landed on more than ten on a tree far away.

Lynx's light and vigorous figure followed, and before leaving, he glanced at Sauron again.

"High-level Druid?!"

Sauron has been watching the two leave, and the two sides have not communicated at all, and can only judge that the direction the other party is going is exactly the direction he came from.

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