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The sun poured down from the canyon, and the huge green canopy of trees almost obscured most of the sky, bathed in the golden morning light, the blue waves rolled and the sunlight shimmered between the leaves like broken diamonds.

Located at the bottom of a deep canyon, the territory of the Demon Clan is extremely secretive.

Huge and mysterious trees rise from the bottom of the valley, obscuring the sky and the sun. It's hard to spot this canyon from above, let alone the town at the bottom of the valley.

The air above the canyon twisted and fluctuated so faintly that it was difficult to detect even if you looked closely.

It was a transparent semicircular barrier that obscured the entire canyon.

No one can get close to this place unless they have a special runestone.

There is only one way into the canyon, and that is a cave on the side of a steep rock wall.

The cave was full of vines, and the orange light of the spirit fruit on the vines shone brightly, illuminating the dark passage and guiding the way forward.

There are many passages in the cave, and it is winding and strange. Once you go through the wrong passage or trigger the mechanism, the Lamp Spirit Fruit on the rock wall will automatically extinguish the light and release deadly poison at the same time.

To enter the canyon, you have to go through a cave, and to find it, you first have to find a narrow hole in the middle of the forest.

Layers of fortifications, heavy organs, almost isolated from the world.

This is set up to guard against foreign enemies, or more precisely, to guard against the old enemy of the Demon Clan, the exploration and search from the Angel City of Elenis.

The bottom of the deep valley is still dark, the ground and roots are scorching, and the lights of the town are bright and warm day and night.

The river meanders and flows through the town, winding from the thick roots of the trees.

Lanterns hang all the way through the streets, and they are all in various shapes, colorful and delicate.

Busy.

Unlike the strict and solemn guards who are always dressed in black and black armor, and unlike the orc people who use soft animal hair and delicate floral and wood patterns, the ordinary people of the demon clan dress up to show the unique style of their race.

It's almost autumn, and the weather is getting cooler.

People wear warm, thick robes in dark tones, such as dark blue, deep purple, and dark brown, supplemented by one or two other colors. The robes are embroidered with delicate patterns, fresh flowers and trees, and strange totems.

The dark and small membranous wings stretched out from behind, and the demon children frolicked by the river, carrying small buckets full of water, and flew in the direction of their own homes with their wings spread.

For the Demon Clansmen, this is the beginning of a new day that is very ordinary.

It's just that among the flickering lights, on the thick roots of the trees where people come and go, there are more strangers dressed differently.

The ears are lightly warped, and the tail is gently shaken. The fur of various colors is soft and warm, dotted all over the neckline and cuffs, and the bells are delicate and small, and they jingle softly as you walk.

It was an orc from afar. After a long journey, they finally arrived at the territory of the Demon Clan under this deep valley and started a new life of their own.

The golden morning light is warm and bright, pouring down from the gaps in the swaying green canopy.

The slender tendrils of the trees hang straight from the top of the canyon and go deep into the valley floor, bathed in the clear sunlight and gentle breeze in the breeze.

The huge green canopy of the trees obscures the sky and the sun, and the branches of the trees are strong and thick, stretching out towards the sky, sprinkled with crystalline spots.

The thick trunk of the tree resembles a giant snake that stretches towards the sky from its thick and coiled roots.

The tree is covered with a faint green moss, and clusters of white mushrooms are scattered around the tree, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Along the body of the tree, upward, in the green canopy that covered the sky, countless thick branches spread out like a road in all directions.

It was a turquoise world in the canopy, surrounded by a sea of thousands of leaves, cut off from the outside world.

Dotted on branches, the exquisite treehouses sit perched high above the canyon and overlook the dense town at the valley floor.

The green leaves are flying, and the canopy of the trees is swaying in the wind, gently brushing the window edges.

The sun was shining through the gaps in the leaves, and the window was shining.

The boy leaned against the window, bathed in the warm golden sunlight.

Short dark purple hair was lifted by the breeze and gently fluttered on the cheeks, and a black camellia-shaped stud earring in the left ear bathed in the light sunlight, glowing with a faint golden red.

The robe fluttered, and the dark robe spread on the mysterious and noble silver mandala.

The silver filament outlines the slender and curly petals, different from the bewitching richness of the blood-colored manzhu sawa, the silver mandala is calm and restrained, but it is still scorching and cannot be ignored.

The red pupils are like blood, reflecting the clear sunlight and flowing with a golden red luster.

The boy quietly stared at the town below, the surging crowd, a pair of dark red eyes full of fire.

The short hair is ear-length, and the black dress pours down like a night rose. The membrane wings were lightly closed, and the girl in the black dress appeared silently in front of the window, and saluted the boy respectfully:

"Lord Lanfeng. ”

The boy's voice was faint:

"How's it going?"

"All the orcs from the Whispering Wind Valley have been settled, and their clothing and food are the same as ordinary clansmen. ”

The young man quietly stared at the orc people surging in the scorching lights of the town below, and his eyes flashed slightly:

"That person is among the orcs who came this time?"

The girl in the black dress looked at the young man's back and bowed respectfully:

"Yes. ”

The hair was lightly brushed, and a trace of unfathomable arc rose on the young man's lips:

"Brother, he is indeed not the same as he was three hundred years ago, and I can understand that he has pity on those homeless orcs, but he agrees to bring them back to the main ......"

The dark red eyes were in the hazy morning light, crystal clear, but without any temperature:

"Is there any movement these days?"

"There was nothing special about that man except that he wandered the streets, bought a few things, and just stayed in the house with the orcs. ”

The dark purple hair was blowing lightly in the wind, the young man slowly turned sideways, the sun was shining brightly in front of the window, and a pair of dark red eyes were bloody:

"Brother hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes, a total of six Galandelle strongholds have been raided, and Lord Lanyue is dealing with it over there, so she should be back soon. ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man tilted his head slightly, staring at the town below, and his voice was soft:

"Time is running out, it's best to make sure before my brother returns...... Go ahead and prepare. ”

"Yes. ”

The girl in the black dress saluted respectfully, her black wings stretched, and disappeared into the house in an instant.

The breeze is flowing and the leaves are fluttering.

The huge turquoise canopy swayed and swayed, and the sun was shining in front of the window, and the shadows of the trees were dappled.

The young man stood quietly by the window, his black robe flickering.

Dark red eyes stared at the crowded street below, and a subtle chill suddenly passed through the depths of his pupils.