Enoaoke Desert, goblins and wasteland.

The gnome is deserted, this wild and mysterious area is like an uncarved primitive jade embedded in the western front of the territory of Mokou Town, and its boundary line is winding between the vast distant swamps and the fiery and anxious Enoaoke Desert.

This is a edge illuminated by the light of civilization, a portrayal of the wildness and wildness of nature, full of primitive and profound ecological charm.

On this vast land, the natural landscape is rich and diverse, with steep and rugged stone walls that penetrate the sky, dark and humid, unfathomable swamps and mud, as well as low and undulating, green hills, dense thorns, and intricate bushes.

Dating back to the distant ancient times, before the glory of the Naseril Empire shines here, the Goblin Border Wilderness was once a powerful kingdom established by the Goblin tribe. Although it is no longer prosperous now, the fortress remains that proudly stand after storms and rains seem to be silently telling the glorious and magnificent history.

Gewoch, this devastated castle is like a dark gem inlaid in the heart of the goblins. Its historical heritage is profound and profound, carrying the memories and glory of the goblins for generations.

Above the towering city walls are full of traces of erosion from time to time, but they are as hard as before, silently telling the glorious wars of the past.

Around this ancient fortress, large tribes of different categories such as ogres, werewolves, orcs, and larger goblins, entrenched in them, jointly maintaining control of Gevoch.

at the same time.

In a little-known underground secret room in this ancient castle, there is a world forgotten by time.

This secret room is like a pupil of the earth, silently peeking at endless secrets and horrors.

Above the four walls, the mysterious and bizarre pictures are like a stone-carved nightmare epic, vivid and vivid.

The bones are like forests, as if telling the withering and elegy of countless lives. The rolling of lava symbolizes the eternal reincarnation of destruction and rebirth. The images of demons are hideous and terrifying. They roar and roar in the picture, showing off the power of evil. The altar is solemn and gloomy. The totem engraved on it is complex and unpredictable, as if connecting to another dimension of space.

And at the core of all these scenes, a demon god's phantom stands majestic and awe-inspiringly, with darkness as his robe. The invisible pressure seemed to swallow the entire secret room into the boundless abyss.

In an abyss-like environment, the dark phosphorus fire sways, light and dark, like the eyes of a dead soul, flashing in the darkness, adding a bit of terrifying feeling to this gloomy atmosphere.

Under the faint light of the phosphorus fire, all the surrounding scenery was painted with a deep layer of chill and unknown fear.

A towering altar building stands abruptly like a huge rock, with countless obscure and indelible ancient runes engraved on it, revealing a depressing and powerful atmosphere.

On the altar that stood deep in the gloomy and weird ancient forest and was eroded by time, a withered and thin were sacrificing sacrifice.

His figure seemed particularly abrupt and mysterious in this darkness, as if it was an evil character who emerged from the ancient dark legend.

The gnoll priest was wearing a dark brown robe made up of furs of various ferocious beasts.

This robe is thick and rough, with long-dried blood stains covered with mottled blood, like a cruel picture depicting countless killings and sacrifices.

The blood has been deeply immersed in the fibers of the robe. After the baptism of time, the color has changed from bright red to dark, like rust in the dark, revealing a smell of old iron.

Between these blood marks, there were also spots of yellow filth, perhaps some unknown biological fluid, or the strange materials used in the sacrificial ritual, which added a bit of disgusting atmosphere to the whole robe.

The air around us was filled with a strong stench, which was the smell of death and corruption, fear and worship, which made people feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet and reaching their backs.

Nevertheless, the thin werewolf priest was unaware of it. He sat cross-legged, as quiet as a rock, his eyes half-closed, revealing a disturbing concentration and piety, as if he was immersed in a terrifying ceremony that mortals could not understand.

And below the altar, there were a group of gnoll priests wearing black and brown robes.

Their unique fur robes shone with a cold metallic luster under the faint torches. They were now hunching their heads down, kneeling devoutly under the altar, curled up in a ball, and their hands crawling on the cold ground in a complex and orderly manner, as if expressing their deepest awe and prayer to some supreme being.

The gnoll priest sitting upright on the altar, whose figure was hidden in the lingering smoke and dim light, and his face was hidden deep in the shadow of the wide hood, making it impossible to understand his true emotions.

His pale palm was holding a shining crystal ball. The crystal ball seemed to absorb fire from the abyss, and there were fierce and strange energy fluctuations flowing inside.

I saw the red-clothed priest muttering words, revealing a series of ancient and stunning demonic words. Those words were like spells in the dark, hovering in the empty hall. Every echo seemed to unveil the veils of taboos and awaken the terrifying power sleeping in the abyss.

The air was filled with the violent fluctuations of magic elements, indicating that a soul-shaking ceremony was about to be staged.

Floating city, mage tower.

Brian stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the direction of the goblins.

His eyes were bright and he looked straight into the direction of the goblins in the distance, where there was a field shrouded in darkness and despair.

At this moment, the sky was covered with clouds, and the thick dark clouds were like a huge beast, pressing down on the skyline. The heavy pressure seemed to indicate that a storm that could shake the universe was brewing, gathering strength and was about to sweep.

Under this chaotic sky, a light golden light appeared faintly in the dark dark clouds, like a stubborn beating heart, flashing with the glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.

In a vague way, he could still feel a faint light of golden light, flashing in the dark dark clouds as dark as ink.

Even when Brian saw this faint force, he felt an inexplicable palpitations.

"It seems that Jenogu, the king of the werewolves, is almost too late to wait." The beautiful phantom of Ms. Polaris appeared in front of Brian, and said with a frivolous look on his face, "Now should be considered the best time to take action. Should you try it?"
Chapter completed!