Goron had been running in the snow for hours, from late night to early morning, from sunrise to noon, he had already left the city of Montenegro and galloped on the cliffs of the ice fields at high altitude.

There was not a trace left on the flat snow, and for the gifted Dark Walker, let alone footprints, it was impossible to leave even a trace of smell, but in Goron's eyes, a light blue band of light appeared and disappeared on the snow, extending to the end of the field of vision.

These are the traces left by the alien piranha after swimming in the air, and can only be seen by eyes that have mastered the rules of the underlying plane. Although Goron doesn't have this ability, and he can't control the weird and powerful creatures of another dimension, who told him to have a good daughter who can do it.

I don't know if it's out of professional habits, or if the Black Elf Maiden doesn't want to be tracked down by anyone, even if it's Goron. She was very careful along the way, and used all kinds of methods to get rid of the track, especially in this flat, silvery, empty snowfield, where it was impossible to hide any trackers in the field of vision, and this tracking would have been impossible to establish.

However, not only does Goron have a powerful daughter who has already stepped into the divine realm with half a foot, he also has a group of shadow wolves who walk in the two worlds of life and death at the same time, stepping on the snow without a trace, summoning beasts as mounts. In addition, he also has the Sixth Divine Ability of the Other World, which can perfectly hide himself and has a completely different essence from the Shadow Fighting Qi.

It was because the little ogre met all three demanding conditions at the same time that he was finally able to stand in front of this gate.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that walking through such an unremarkable snow bear cave will lead to a breathtaking world the next moment.

It is a huge underground palace with complete facilities and a long history. Scattered rooms with different specifications and functions, with a reasonable layout of underground passages that can be attacked and defended, although this place cannot be compared with the ruins of prehistoric civilizations that Goron has seen before, the volume technology is not at the same level at all. However, in terms of the magic technology and construction technology possessed by humans today, this secret base under the snow is at least fifty to a hundred years ahead of the world. Moreover, there are many mechanisms set up here, and it is impossible to confirm the full scale of this place with Goron's perception.

Goron remained incognito and walked through the tunnels, surrounded by busy figures, and in almost every basement, in every passage, you could see soldiers or mages in a hurry. They looked nervous and walked very quickly. And in those extremely spacious underground spaces, you can even see the army training desperately.

With this, the little ogre has lost the whereabouts of the black elf girl, which is also a matter of no way, the alien piranhas, who are good at stealth tracking, the shallow lines of the plane rules left by them gliding through the air, are most afraid of the interference of this chaotic environment. However, Goron's purpose has been achieved, and what he is looking for is the headquarters of the Skull Society who always stabbed him in the back, and this is definitely an important stronghold, if not their lair.

Goron kept stealthy and explored, patting lightly on the wall, leaving a short totem pole the thickness of a girl's forearm in the wall, the Flame Nova Totem.

Goron was not in a hurry to find out the whereabouts of Cassandra or the Black Elf Maiden, he first wanted to find out what the skeletons were trying to do, and whether their goals were irreconcilably in conflict with their ultimate goals.

With no other choice, Goron never wanted to cause too much trouble before he could save his mother. If a feud with the Skeleton Society could be avoided with a few concessions, Goron was willing to make a sacrifice.

Unfortunately, this idea came to naught, and when the little ogre saw the corpse of a two-headed ogre that had been disemboweled, and its internal organs were soaked in a glass bottle on an iron bed in an uninhabited room, he knew that he and the skeleton would eventually only survive.

Perhaps because it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, the little ogre at this time, although his heart was full of murderous intent, but he looked very calm on the surface, and he was even able to slowly pace in this strange secret room, arranging the totem pole while looking around at the handmade drawings on the walls. These are all records of the two-headed ogre's on-site dissection, down to the point where each of the internal organs is cut out and analyzed in great detail.

Just as Goron was silently preparing to leave, the door of the secret room was suddenly pushed open, and an elven old man wearing a druid magician's robe, with a white beard and white hair, stumbled in, and a middle-aged man dressed as an officer was forced in his hand.

The officer looked bored and impatient, and muttered: "Okay, okay, if you have anything to say, do you think I'm idle now?"

"Yes, that's right!" the old druid said excitedly, "I, I've finally discovered the root cause of the rapid mutation of these black-handed ogre bodies!"

Hearing this, the officer was also stunned, but before he was about to be ecstatic, it was as if he had thought of something first, and suddenly became calm, and even a little angry.

"You know, I've heard this more than ten times these days, and do you know what happened to the waste that disappointed that adult and made me lose face in front of him?"

The old magician swallowed deeply, the look of fear on his face flashed, and in an instant it turned back to the joy that was almost like madness, and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely not disappoint that adult this time." You know, I'm a, a Druid devotee who worships the goddess of nature, and this ugly two-headed creature, when I was dissecting him, accidentally discovered that its heart was full of filthy divine powers, and it was in serious conflict with my nature powers, and I ......"

"To the point, whose power is this?"

"Yes...... It's a shamanic ancestral spirit......"

"Nonsense!" Before the old druid finished speaking, the officer instantly became furious, but his anger even Goron, who was hiding aside and was a little interested in this issue, could understand, the shaman ancestral spirit is the protector of all chaotic attribute creatures, and it is itself a god believed in by the ogre clan, and the two-headed ogre will become a shaman mage nine times out of ten, and it is normal to discover the power of the shaman ancestral spirit from him, not to mention......

"You bastard, are I really a fool? Not to mention what's so strange about discovering shamanic power from an ogre shaman, who doesn't know that the shaman ancestral spirit is the youngest newly recorded god in official records, and his divine power is the weakest of them all, even if he can barely squeeze into the main god sequence. But these black-handed ogres, in just a few years, they have mutated into this picture, either with two heads, or one-eyed and one-horned, listen, it's all, it's almost all the black-handed ogres are mutating. The other ogres only have very large tribes that occasionally give birth to one or two mutants. In comparison, the strength of the Black Hand Ogre has increased by at least one and a half times, and if the Shaman Ancestral Spirit has such power, then why haven't the other ogre tribes that believe in the Ancestral Spirit, the races of the other chaotic camps, those trolls, and orcs have changed at all......"

Hearing this, Goron already roughly understood what the purpose of the skeleton would attack the black-handed ogre. In fact, this problem Goron himself only knows a little bit of fur, his own people, since living in the haunted gold mine, the body began to mutate violently, the new generation not only has a surprisingly high proportion of one-eyed ogres and two-headed ogres, and even extremely rare female trolls have appeared, but the most important thing is the growth of intelligence, the intelligence of the newborn black hand ogres continues to improve, and it is no longer synonymous with stupidity and stupidity.

If all the ogres on the continent become like this, then there is no doubt that there will be nothing to do with human beings, with super strength and physique, almost perfect environmental adaptability, the ability to reproduce with dozens of races of females, plus the ogre clan that has made up for the shortcomings of intelligence, there is no doubt that it will become the overlord of this world.

And the human beings, as the current overlord of the continent, whether it is for the reason of attacking potential competitors or coveting the magical mutation power, no matter what the reason, it is impossible for them to turn a blind eye to the supernormal mutation of the black hand ogre.

Thinking of this, Goron suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, because he finally realized that this problem was serious and terrifying, and this was no longer his own business, but the root contradiction between the ogre race, which was impossible to reconcile with humans. Either the Black Hand is completely exterminated by humans, or the ogres destroy humans and replace them, there will be no third possibility.

"No, it's not like that!" Facing the angry boss, the old druid's withered palms shook into two virtual shadows, and he hurriedly said: "Although, although it is indeed the divine power of the shaman ancestral spirit, in fact, it is not quite the same, and it feels more primitive, more pure, and more ......."

"Hahahahaha......" This time the officer was so angry that he laughed angrily, and he didn't even want to refute this old fool. Even if the Shaman Ancestral Spirit is a new god, he is also a true god, representing the apex of the power of the soul and nature, how can there be a more pure shamanic power than him.

"Skull and Bones Society, no need for waste!" the officer snorted, and his palm raised to smash on top of the old druid's head. It stands to reason that the old guy's own strength should not be too bad, after all, the divine robe on his body belongs to a high-level sacrifice. But in the face of this ordinary blow, the expression of resistance in his eyes only flashed away, and then he turned into a look of resignation, and his face was still a little detached.