In the Far North Heath, on top of the white snow-covered land, there is a valley that still retains a little emerald color, and even steaming mist.

At this time, outside the valley, a battle was taking place.

On one side are all kinds of hideous monsters, and on the other side, there are many orc warriors who rely on the wooden wall for defense, all of which exude a fierce aura without exception.

At this time, the number of monsters that came to attack was almost incalculable, and under the wooden wall, with the accumulation of a large number of monster corpses, a slope made of monster corpses had formed, so that the follow-up monsters could easily rush to the wooden wall!

But the orc warriors guarding the wooden wall were able to keep the monsters out of the way with great ease!

It can be seen that there seem to be several strange pale golden runes flashing in mid-air from time to time, and a strange fluctuation spreads.

As soon as the monstrous monster came within ten yards of the wooden wall, its originally swift movements gradually became sluggish, and finally became like a stiff puppet, and it was very sluggish to pounce on the orc warriors guarding the wooden wall, and then was easily killed!

Behind the many orc warriors, the gaunt figure of the Great Shaman of Grada stood, looking at the battle scene in front of him, his eyes seemed to be a little happy.

But looking at the seemingly endless monsters, the face of the great shaman of Grada brought a bit of gloom to his face: "These damn monsters are becoming more and more numerous, and they are becoming more and more difficult to deal with. ”

"It's a pity ......"

"Although there are some ways to restrain the monster from the [Rune Refining Demon Array] recorded on the scroll brought back by Luden, it is completely insufficient to solve the root cause of all this - the ancient evil creature [Heartsnatcher]!"

And when he looked at some of the newly emerged monsters mixed in the army of monsters, the worried expression on his face was even worse!

These newly appeared monsters looked like huge eyeballs with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters, suspended in the air and flying, with scarlet tentacles behind them slowly wriggling, emitting a twisted ray from time to time, which could actually break through the defense of the ancestral spirit circle strangely, even if it was weakened by most of it, it could also injure the half-orc warriors who couldn't dodge!

At the same time, inside the forbidden cave of the Fireblade Tribe, the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, accompanied by bursts of scorching breath, and hot winds continued to blow out of the cave.

At the end of the cave is a large space, with a huge pool of magma in the center, in which red, hot magma is surging all the time!

The vents that were set up in the middle of nowhere kept pouring cold wind in, forming a howling wind above the magma pool, and it became hot in the heat emitted by the magma pool!

On the edge of the lava pool, however, there is an altar made of obsidian, decorated with a strong smell of orcs, and a hot spring is bubbling from the center of the altar.

The bubbling hot springs overflowed after filling a small pool in the center of the altar, forming a stream that flowed out of the cave, bringing heat to the Fireblade tribe that was so precious in the Far North Wilderness.

And at the edge of the magma pool, there was a sturdy figure sitting cross-legged as if ignoring the howling of the wind and the scorching heat of the magma, and what was even more bizarre was that as his chest slowly rose and fell, there seemed to be a faint flow of flame-red air in and out of his mouth and nose!

Suddenly, he stood up, took a deep breath, and then exhaled sharply, and could see a large amount of sparks mixed in with the air flow he exhaled.

Then, he suddenly pulled out the jet-black straight-edged knife stuck in front of him, and slashed forward vigorously!

Sou!

A half-moon-shaped flame red energy was pulled out, and it broke through the air at high speed, slashing a long trajectory in the magma pool and submerging into it!

At this time, a majestic voice sounded: "Very good, Luden, it seems that you have finally mastered the "Fire Breathing Method" and entered the transcendent realm!"

The figure standing on the edge of the magma pool nodded, and then turned around, it was Luden, who had successfully cultivated!

Walking up to Trian, who was standing at the entrance of the cave passage that entered this space, Luden folded his chest and bowed his head, and said respectfully, "Patriarch!"

"Thank you very much for teaching me the cultivation tips of the Flame Breathing Method!"

"Just ......"

"Now that I've stepped into the transcendental realm, it's time for me to fulfill my vow and return to the Lord who gave me the scroll."

Looking at Ruden's apologetic but extremely firm gaze, Trian's old face full of vicissitudes was unmoved, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely: "Ludon ......"

"I respect your choice!"

"There's no reason for me to stop you from fulfilling your vows!"

"The scroll you brought back did make a big difference, and maybe you could get more ...... in your Oath's hands"

"So, go for it......"

Beating his chest and saluting again, Ludon lifted the jet-black straight-edged knife and slowly walked towards the outside of the cave, and at this time, Trian's last words reached his ears:

"My Son......"

Deira City, the outer city, in a fairly tidy hotel.

A petite figure was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping a knight's sword like a greasy maintenance liquid spreading under the rubbing of a cotton cloth, making the knight's sword in Artoria's hand shine as if it had been covered with a membrane.

For Artoria, who was well educated from an early age, the maintenance of weapons and equipment was only a basic skill.

But Artoria and her two female guards had gathered in the same room, apparently not to take care of their weapons and equipment.

In front of Artoria, an envelope had been opened, and the lid of the cartridge could be seen with a roaring lion's head, which was the royal emblem of the Ferreton Golden Lane Empire.

And a note spread out reads—

"There's something big about to happen in the city of Deira!"

"Therefore, the goal of the experience here is to participate in the big event, try to find out the truth of the big event, and survive the big event to the end!"

Glancing at each other, both Artoria and the two female guards faintly smelled something abnormal from this vague, completely ignorant training target.

However, the traces of the royal seal of the Ferreton Golden Lane Empire at the end of the note are so clear, and even Artoria observes with the special interpretation method she has mastered, and the seven dark lines on it are also intact, which undoubtedly proves the authenticity of the traces of this royal seal and ring, and also proves the authenticity of this training goal.

Glancing at the two female guards, Artoria read the note again, then moved it closer to the candle flame and turned it into a flame.

"So be it......"

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