Ever since the Hell King Bossetoiffel challenged the High God and was sealed away, the Demon Lord Goros Damon led an army of demons and easily defeated the Devil's army. The battle for the abyss of hell, which lasted for 100,000 years, came to an abrupt end. The underground world, which was not ravaged by war, tended to be generally calm for tens of thousands of years. Although the demon lords of the major abysses often fought each other for territory, these local small-scale battles did not disturb the existing order of the underground world.

And the Black Dragon Clan from the surface world, although taking advantage of the contradiction between hell and the abyss, successfully established the Dragon City of the Black Dragon Clan, Roaring City, becoming the third largest force in the underground world. But to the surprise of the devils and demons, the black dragons don't seem to have much ambition, and Roaring City has always been neutral and settled in a corner of the underworld.

Of course, more than 30,000 years ago, the Western Rum Elf tribe, which also came from the surface world, was annexed to Roaring City under the leadership of the Mud Elf King, which caused a lot of commotion in the underground world. The massive expansion of Roaring City's power once made the hell and the abyss, which were still in a state of war at that time, uneasy. It's just that the development of events is always unexpected. The mysterious Mud Elf King mysteriously disappeared soon after entering the underworld. The West Rum tribe suddenly lost the light that showed them the way.

But the elves have always been in an orderly manner, even without a tribal leader. The West Rums formed an ad hoc committee. The committee's first official announcement to the public actually announced that the responsibility for the Elven King's disappearance was entirely blamed on Roaring City.

For this reason, Roaring City immediately entered a state of war, and the two sides almost fought each other. However, perhaps out of consideration for being an alien race in the underground world, the Black Dragon King Anderfjoll did not let the tragic war between the Elven Empire and the Golden Dragon Clan in the surface world repeat itself. He tolerated the arguments of the Provisional Council of West Rum and punished the elven tribe by expelling him from the sanctuary of Roaring City. He allowed the elves to struggle to carve out a living area in the harsh underworld.

But in a sense, the Black Dragon King showed a rare generosity. And his generosity finally left room for reconciliation between the two sides. Ten thousand years ago, the West Rum tribe managed to take control of a ladder of the abyss, opening a passage between the surface world and the underworld. To this end, Roaring City agreed to form an alliance with the Elven City established by the West Rum tribe, "Relic Shore City".

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All of this naturally flashed through Justiz's mind. He jolted out of his sleep. Open your misty eyes. Justiz picked up the sea water from his feet and slapped it on his face, the water that he thought would be cold was warm at the moment.

"Why is the water getting hot?" said Justiz, looking around. He remembered that before he fell asleep, it was a vast sea of white ice. At the beginning, he chose a huge iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years, and carved a groove in it to sit and sleep. But now not only are the icebergs gone, but even the giant ice cubes floating around are gone.

Justiz couldn't help but touch his smooth head and think, "Did I sleep too long and drift to Atami with the iceberg?" ”

But then he shook his head again, "What does it matter where I drift to? The point is that I'm awake." ”

Justiz recalls what came to mind. "Strange, strange. Why is this foreshadowing about the history of the underworld? Devils, demons, black dragons, and elves have nothing to do with the blood of giants. Or is the twelfth warrior from the underworld?"

Justiz twisted his upper body as he thought, moving his muscles and bones. He glanced back and sat with his back against a black reef. The reef stood alone in the gray-green waters, the only thing that stood out as far as his eyes could see.

"But how can there be a remnant of the blood of a god in the underworld?" Justiz pondered silently, "Even that supreme god can only show his power in the lower world for a short time. Otherwise, what hell is the lord. There is no way to challenge him. ”

The more he thought about it, the more strange it became, and he even began to suspect that the revelation he had received in his slumber was not real. "According to such clues, the twelfth warrior cannot be found at all. Maybe I should go and ask someone else. I just don't know who's woken up. Forget it, let's wait until evening and see what the stars have to say. ”

So Justiz closed his eyes again, adjusted his sitting position, folded his hands in front of his chest, and prepared to sleep again until the evening. But he hadn't been able to fall asleep yet, when he suddenly felt a heat on his back. Justiz hurriedly reached out and touched it, and caught a handful full of fiery red magma. Surprised, he threw the lava into the water. Stand up and look back. It turned out that the top of the black reef behind him was bubbling out of magma.

Hot lava flows slowly down the reef into the sea. Make a "whoosh" sound. "Hey, it's not going to erupt here, is it? No wonder the sea ice has melted. Even the sea is hot. Justiz muttered to himself, "I can't sleep now." ”

He leaned down, grabbed a puddle of water in his hands and fell to the top of the reef. The seawater hit the magma, excites a large amount of steam, and it becomes foggy for a while. Justiz let out a breath as if a strong wind had blown through it, and the fog had suddenly dissipated. He looked at the lava that was still flowing, and the color did not change.

"It's like lava deep underground. He took two more breaths through his nose, "It smells like an abyss." But how can the lava in the underworld spew up, can't it also be related to divine revelations? ”

Justiz turned and walked out into the sea. He walked a dozen or so steps, and the water did not reach his waist and did not get deeper. Justiz closed one eye, propped one eye open, and then bent down and plunged his head into the sea with a "thud". He looked out under the sea. The sea was lifeless, and there was nothing alive to be seen. He ducked out of the sea and thought for a moment, then bent down again to grab a handful of sticky silt from the bottom of the sea. He ran his fingers through the mud and soon found a few slender fish backbones.

"The fish are all dead, and only the bones remain. Justiz frowned. His two eyebrows are green, like trees growing on the edge of a cliff. He pulled out a fish backbone, blew the mud in the seawater, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Chewing and chewing, he opened his mouth and two sparks "swished" out. "These bones are soaked in the fire of the abyssal lava magma, no wonder there is no living creature in the water. "The source of the lava must be found quickly, if the lower world opens a passage between the sea and the surface world, God knows what disaster will be caused." (To be continued)