However, "Magic Bell poked his head out of the tent, and found that all the scouts were still asleep in the thick of the night, and retracted his head again, "But we are almost there, so it is better to turn back again, right?!"

Meryl couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of crutches, can't we just get out of here?"

The magic bell shook his head and said, "Mom, I'm sure you've seen the tragic situation of those who died in the dark arts! This matter is related to the life and death of many civilians, and I can't stay out of it!!"

Meryl was completely choked by her words, and sighed for a while: "Alas, I knew you would make such a choice! Your temper is exactly the same as your father's! Okay, I'll accompany you on a trip to the Nine Rings Canyon! But there is one thing you must promise me! If you encounter danger, you must run away immediately!!

"Oh! I've drunk the water, it's time to get down to business! Young man, I heard the conversation between Ferguson and you just now! You're a smart man, so I don't have to hide anything! We did have two requests for you this time! Of course, if you complete these requests, we will pay you accordingly! To do or not to do it, the choice is up to you!"

On the other side, the elves led by Mikhail can only

It's the rage of impotence! The Sky Forge has always stood tall, not by luck.

Especially in the last few hundred years, after the payment of a certain Grand Magus has been paid as scheduled, the vast Sky Forge has turned into a sea of magic prohibitions and magical enchantments! If anyone wants to cause trouble here, then the ubiquitous magic ban will teach them how to respect the Sky Forge Furnace!

"Patriarch, we finally found the blacksmith grandmaster, is it ...... like this" Some high elves were unwilling to return empty-handed, and asked Mikhail's opinion in a low voice. The latter only waved his hand to silence him, and did not mean to refute Ferguson.

Ferguson got up and dusted off his dust, and said as he walked: "Monkey, let's go now!"

"Haha! Great!" Du Livan jumped up and down with joy, turned around and pulled Luo Ning to Ferguson's side: "This is my friend, he is with me! He seems to be a blacksmith too, and he wants to go in with him!"

As soon as the old man known as Mr. Ferguson finished speaking, hundreds of heavily armed High Elves came out of the sword grass around him. Some of these high elves are carrying bows and arrows and daggers, some are holding oak staffs, and some are too young, tightly tugging on the corners of their parents' clothes, leaning on their parents' legs and secretly looking at the white-haired old man sitting on the boulder, trying to guess from the appearance why the elders have such respect for this red-faced human old man!!

Du Liwen scratched his cheeks and smiled: "Because you are timid! I have always hung on the tail of the big turtle! You can find me by taking two steps on its ass! But I say, you are really ruthless enough, and you don't take me with you when you leave! I am not a spiritual creature, the spiritual world has collapsed, can I survive?!"

Regardless of the equipment they were wearing, these High Elves all had long, sword-like pointed ears, round, clear eyes, and pale skin that was transparent enough to see blood vessels.

"Sometimes, I have to admire Luo Ning's wisdom! I always think that his strength alone is enough to turn the situation around and kill all those dark masters! But when I received the letters from the various lords, I realized that one person's power is limited after all. If you want to eradicate the dark cloud of black magic, you still need more people to work together!"

Lena was standing in front of the round mirror when she said this, and with her arms outstretched, she let the maid take off her fine and luxurious robes, and take off the heavy crown on her head!

The two maids who were waiting on the side had just arrived at the Goddess's Palace, and they were not familiar with the queen's temper, so they kept silent and just completed their work silently.

Lena didn't hear the expected response, and when she looked left and right, she realized that the magic bell that had accompanied her since she was a child had left! From the day she announced that she wanted the Luo Ning brothers and sisters in the entire territory of Morrowind, she had quietly left the Goddess Palace.

Lena didn't send anyone to find her, and she didn't get angry about it. The two have been together for nearly twenty years, and their tacit understanding with each other is enough to solve many misunderstandings. So Lena knew that the fact that the magic bell had left her meant that she thought that the goddess palace was very safe, and that she would not need her as the head of the assassins for a while. On the other hand, Luo Ning, whom she admires a lot, is in danger and needs more help.

"What a stupid girl! With that guy's strength, how can I use you to help?!" Lena muttered quietly, and came to the desk and sat down, carefully checking the battle situation sent back by the lords from all over the world.

Black magic is indeed an incomparably terrifying magic, and the Extreme Black God does have the ultimate strength to destroy the world. However, compared to the huge power machine of the Morrowind Kingdom, the power under the hands of the Extreme Black God was at best just a piece of bluestone at the foot of the mountain. Both in number and strength, they are at an absolute disadvantage!

Because of this, the crusade against the dark mages did not last long. In just seven or eight days, the dark mages hiding in the Morrowind Kingdom were killed, and the rest were forced to flee the Morrowind Kingdom, intending to start a new business in other parts of the Lost Continent. Many lords even began to wonder about the significance of the operation itself, suspecting that Lina's arrangement was making a big fuss. If it weren't for the figure of Queen Erin in the magic crystal, I'm afraid that the lord would have withdrawn from the action at this time!

However, the Morning Star Lord is not included. The middle-aged silver-haired lord Wall Winston was sitting at the round table in the war room deep in Fort Morningstar, his brow and forehead wrinkled like deep ravines, revealing the sorrow in his heart.

"How many scouts are this?" Wall threw away the scroll in his hand, rubbing his fingers lightly on his temples.

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler bowed down and replied, "Counting the batch supported by the mercenary union, it's already the fourth batch! The fifth group of scouts is on standby in the camp. It's just that the former doesn't know whether he is alive or dead now, and the big guys are all nervous in their hearts, waiting for your lordship to make up your mind!"

Wall's fingers tapped rhythmically on the surface of the round table for a moment before he asked, "I agree to continue the dispatch, what about the two of you?"

A white-haired mage sitting across the round table nodded slightly, and the other assassin shook his head after reading the list of the previous four scouts, "The ones sent out before are all well-known assassin powerhouses. ”