"He is here! Run!"

"Help! Save me, don't leave me alone! Please!"

"Do not! Dodge quickly! No!"

"boom"

The dark red death energy was intertwined, and the phantom of a huge white frost bone dragon brutalized a path in the twisted dark red jungle. The witches who were hiding in the forest and trying to fight back were frozen in place before they could dodge, and then they quietly lost their ugly life.

The Death Knights riding on the war horses guarded their leaders. On the outside, below, the corpses buried for thousands of years but maintained their power and consciousness because of the magic of darkness were awakened. They were infused with the power of revenge, fucked with rough bone knives, and rushed towards the panicked witches.

This is a force they have never seen before and cannot fight against...

“It’s really noisy!”

Terion, riding on the skeleton war horse, looked at the battlefield in disgust. He was already tired of the screams of the witches. Many times, he liked quiet people.

So the next moment, a black flame ignited on the fingers of the King of the Dark Blades. As his fingers waving, a strange door opened behind him. Hundreds of Zandala Golden Sword Guards wearing golden armor, holding golden weapons, tall and strong, and exuding a cold air all over his body appeared on the battlefield.

Bonsandy handed over 1,000 Golden Sword Guards to Terion. These ghost warriors who were immersed in the power of death did not need physical support. They were like when they were still alive. When they stepped out of the battlefield, deadly bone arrows shot at the escaped witches, while the Golden Sword Guards holding sword shields jumped up from the ground, and crashed into the witches' positions like a meteor falling.

The magic of the witches has no effect on such powerful ghosts, and the weapons wielded by the ghost warriors can easily cut off their necks, and the giant components that were awakened looked very powerful and weird, but with the cooperation of the Golden Sword Guards who had been strictly military training during their lifetime, the bulky structural bodies could not pose any threat.

And when these golden sword guards galloped on the battlefield, half of the souls they killed would belong to Bonsandy... Terion drove the war horse slowly forward, and he could even vaguely hear the cunning laughter of the troll god of death.

"However, these golden sword guards are really powerful... The Zandala Empire is indeed not to be underestimated."

The King of the Dark Blades stared at the sword guards who had set off a storm on the battlefield. Bonsandy did not deceive him. Each of these sword guards had the power comparable to that of high-level knights. They were skillful in combat skills and could use some basic soul combat skills. Most importantly, they only obeyed Terion.

"Bang"

The last large-scale structure was cut off by the sword guards' long spear, then fell to the ground, and was then trampled into pieces by the galloping death knight. Behind this large-scale structure was a stone door that had been closed for thousands of years.

That is the weakest place for the world of withering and the present world.

"Back, I'll open it."

The leader of the Withered Druids, the Harvest Witch, Olter, waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat. He stood in front of the stone gate, stretched out his hand to stroke the stones immersed in time in front of him. As the power of nature penetrated, layers of strange runes appeared on the stone gate.

"Sure enough, as I expected, even the Drewsters who went astray, the ghost magic they used was still based on the power of nature."

The witch of Harvest shook her head:

"What a pity that they went the wrong way and abused the power of death and soul, and the ended up falling into darkness completely."

"I heard that Druswa also had some of the Druids who followed the ancient ways."

Terion asked curiously:

"Didn't you go looking for them?"

Olter's hands were pressed against the stone door, and he replied while mobilizing the power of nature:

"Of course, we have found the beast cave where the Jingspeakers live in seclusion, and we have met their leader, a great druid who has survived for thousands of years. People here respectfully call him "The Great Jingspeakers". Mr. Orpha is very grateful for the doctrine of "balance" that the Withered Ones adhere to. Due to their increasingly withered inheritance, perhaps soon, Master Orpha and his disciples will become members of the Withered Ones."

"Clang"

The dark green power shone in Ort's hands, and soon spread throughout the stone door. As his hands pushed, the thick stone door slowly opened. In the long-spread dust and the dissipation of corrupt air, Ort took a step back and reached out to disperse the dust in front of him. He looked at the passage spreading to the ground, and he looked back at Terion:

"I want to confirm once...If the world of erosion is really related to the Emerald Dream..."

"It belongs to you! I have no interest in the world of decay."

Terion strode into the crypt in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I have no interest in the poor imitations of Drusts. Their "hell on earth" has proved that it is just a failure. What I am really interested in is the road to the shadow world hidden in the world of defeat... the third hell of mortals, that is what I want."

"Zinos!"

Olter followed Tyreon, looking at the twisted ancient pictures on the surrounding stone walls, he whispered:

"The Drusts called this place Znos... According to the Great Brass, this was once the connection node of the Emerald Dream in Kurtiras. After thousands of years ago, when the forest god Senarius shared natural magic with the residents, they discovered it. At that time, Znos was as beautiful as the Emerald Dream, but unfortunately, in the following hundreds of years, it was eroded by the energy penetrated by the dead world."

"We also doubt whether Drewster's division and depravity thousands of years ago was also related to this erosion, or simply, this erosion itself was caused by the Drrewsters who had gone wrong."

As everyone crossed the circling and weathered stone steps to reach the deepest part of the crypt, Orter's gaze was soon attracted by the last mural.

The mural was already unable to see the original lines, but it could barely be seen. It depicted an evil scene. On a withered hill, some people were slashing the prisoners with their knives, and in front of them was a tall figure with open arms and wanted to embrace something. The lines representing the power of darkness were entangled around these people and were carved into a skeleton-like appearance.

"Obviously, they tried to master the power of death, but they failed."

The Withered Druid stretched out his hand and stroked the mural, and he whispered:

"This should be the scene of the last battle between the bloodthirsty and the fallen Drusts thousands of years ago. It seems that someone has survived and carved those scenes here... Drust has not yet perished, and the heavy and undispersed dark forces that linger in the Drustva region should be the ones who are the remnants."

"No matter who makes the trick, open it and we will know."

Terion pointed his finger forward, and at the end of the crypt, there was an altar-like thing hanging on it, three weird pendants that witches often used as spell casting tools, which looked very ancient.

At the request of the King of the Dark Blade, the witch Velai quickly stepped forward and placed some magic items collected from the witches in front of the altar. After a while, with the flow of strange dark forces, a halo of black mist jumped, and like fire, ignited the pendant hanging above the altar.

In the breath of fireworks, a gate made of smoke appeared in front of everyone.

"Al, stay here!"

Terion ordered, then strode into the door, and Ort hesitated for a moment and followed the King of the Dark Blade into it.

Wherever you see, this is a place completely covered by a dark black halo, which still looks like the terrain of Druceva, but whether it is the rocks under your feet or the trees around you, they are all in the shadows, and there is an unknown feeling. Some silences of whispers sound in the ears of the two, and as they move forward, some twisted souls that breed from the darkness also roar towards them.

"Swish"

The long sword made of Han Bing swung quickly and cut the three monsters that rushed up into more than a dozen pieces. Terion frowned and looked at the dark soul bodies slowly dissipating under his feet. He vaguely felt the background of these monsters... These were some human souls that were forcibly twisted, and had already lost their own reason.

"That's right! I can be sure of this feeling."

Behind the King of the Dark Blade, the Withered Druid's eyes were filled with cautious light, and he said in a deep voice:

"This is the Emerald Dream! It feels exactly the same as the entrances of the Twilight Forest and the dreams of Hindland, but for some reason, the Druid's holy land opened an unknown entrance here, and...it has been completely infected, and that twisted power will try to distort any soul entering this place...Be careful!"

Orter's warning made Tyreon turn around immediately. His left hand was raised, and a ball of beating dark light was squeezed into the palm of his hand. As the fingers of the King of the Dark Blade closed, the corrosive force was crushed bit by bit, like straw thrown into the millstone.

"Things that hide their heads and tails!"

Terion took a deep breath, and the next moment, the phantom of the huge frost bone dragon condensed in the air above his head, and then rushed into the lingering darkness like a sharp arrow with the roar of the King of the Dark Blade.

"Get out!"

"boom"

The cold and deadly frost burst out in the darkness in front of the two of them. Even the beating darkness was covered with heavy frost at this moment and frozen.

The swaying forests and rocks in the darkness were all destroyed under this blow, and the figure hidden in the darkness was forced to appear in front of Terion and Ort by this sharp attack.

It was a tall figure floating in the darkness. He looked like a human, but he was even bigger by humans, like a giant. His body was covered with a black fog light. His face could be vaguely seen. On it, there was a huge mask woven with dead bones and trees. The branches of the mask were separated by several sections, looking like a crown of darkness.

Under the mask, the guy's eyes shone with blue light and the gems on the mask, making him look like he has four eyes.

The guy still had a beard, his robe was damaged, and there were signs of being pierced on it, looking like he had experienced a great battle.

"The world of withering has once again ushered in a new soul... I am curious, when your death period comes, when you see the sun in the sky also disappear into darkness in endless torture, will you share your past with me... everything about you!"

The figure said something in obscure old words, but neither Tyrion nor Olt could understand his words. It was not the language that existed in this era, it was the language used by Drusts thousands of years ago.

But it doesn't matter. Even if I can't understand, Terion can guess what this guy is talking about from his attitude.

"He shouldn't be of use to you, right?"

The King of the Dark Blade looked back at the Withered Druid, who shook his head:

"I can get all the information about the world of decay from the Great Jingspeople. Even if he doesn't know, I can analyze everything I want from this world of decay. No one is more familiar with the emerald dream than the night elves..."

"Very good, then he belongs to me."

Terion held the hilt behind his back with his back hand. As the blade and the scabbard were rubbed, the familiar sound of Weng sounded again. At the moment when the Demon Blade Apocalypse was unsheathed, the Withered Druid took a few steps back. He didn't like Apocalypse... No sensible person would like Apocalypse.

"bass"

The wide moon-shaped sword blade pointed at the arrogant dark figure in front of him, and Terion looked at him:

"I can probably guess who you are, Gaoleke Tour, the leader of the fallen Drusts. Maybe you can understand my words, maybe you don't understand, it doesn't matter. When your soul wails in the torture of apocalypse, I believe you will have enough time and urgent determination to learn our language..."

"Your soul, your secrets, everything about you... is my!"
Chapter completed!