The Forgotten Lands, an ancient mountain village on a cliff surrounded by forests. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hiss stood on the roof and looked in the direction of the Black Rope Fortress in the distance, such a strong fluctuation of magic power that even here could clearly feel it.

"It's begun......" Hiss, or Farrouge, shook his head.

With a soft murmur, he vanished in place.

In the basement of the cottage, Fliton lay on a table full of worms, and those black worms crawled densely into his body, burrowing through every hole in his body, mouth, nostrils, ears, eyes, etc., every moment, worms burrowed into his body.

In this way, he endured this pain all the time as if it would never be broken.

Just then, he suddenly heard a voice.

Basement, is the door open......

Who's coming? Master?

"I didn't expect that you, an ordinary person, would be able to withstand so many soul fragments. ”

A figure appeared in Freeton's sight.

"You...... You are ......"

How could that young servant be here? Flitton still remembered the Wuthering Heights information that his master had shown him, and that this young servant named Hiss must have died hundreds of years ago.

"It doesn't matter who I am anymore, it's you who matters now. Faruger reached out and stroked Flitton's body, a look of intoxication on his face.

"Time can't wait, now, let's merge into one!" Farrug laughed wildly, and a dark shadow burst out of Hiss's body and burrowed into Flitton's body.

Hiss's body fell to the ground in an instant, and then in a short moment, it was rancid, dried up, and turned into powder!

Faruger never really intended to follow Phil's agreement, so many soul fragments, how could he send them to Phil for no reason? What's more, he is a third-level wizard, it is a great shame to be ordered by a second-class wizard apprentice, he wants to crush the soul labyrinth in his soul all the time, and now, it is an opportunity!

Although I don't know why, the Black Fortress is being attacked by the Senro Bone Fort Academy, whether it is Phil or Moses, they must not have time to take care of this side, this is also Farouge's only chance!

As long as he succeeds, he will be able to absorb the soul fragments accumulated over the centuries, and then use this to destroy the soul labyrinth left by Phil, and finally, he will be able to have such a perfect body!

"Ahh

Fliton suddenly felt even more intense pain, and a swirling vortex suddenly appeared in his body, and a suction force was suddenly generated, and countless soul fragments quickly floated in, turning into worms and burrowing into his body!

And at this moment, Farouge appeared in the darkness.

"W-Where is this?"

He looked around suspiciously, he should have been in Flitton's soul memory layer by this time, but the situation in front of him was completely unexpected.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and his body shook immediately, and when it stabilized, it was already a little more transparent than before.

"What's going on!"

Faruger felt the fear of the unknown at this time,

"No! No!"

He shouted, because at this time, countless wisps of breeze blew again.

But no one heard his shouts, and at this moment, even Flitten lost consciousness.

The huge Wuthering Heights suddenly became mottled and dilapidated at this time, and cracks suddenly appeared on the walls, ceilings, and grounds, densely packed, and no one could count how many cracks there were. At this moment, one after another soul fragments flew visibly to the naked eye, and then disappeared to the ground. The entire Wuthering Heights suddenly became gloomy, and the wind suddenly rose.

I don't know how long it has been, no soul fragments have appeared, the forests within a radius of hundreds of miles have become gray and withered at this moment, and on the cliff, the famous Wuthering Heights has lost its trace, and only the ruins of the wall are left in the same place, and the ground is full of dead branches and grass.

In a dark space out of nowhere, black and white butterflies appear and then disappear into the darkness.

A minute, maybe an hour, maybe a day. Somewhere on the soft ground of this cliff, one hand suddenly emerged from the dirt, then the other, and then both hands held the ground hard, and finally a grown man crawled out from under the dirt.

He was naked, dirty, and hairless.

He looked around in confusion, not knowing where he was.

"Young Master...... ...... hosts"

The Forgotten Lands, a nameless valley surrounded by nine mountain peaks.

It's inaccessible, icy and snowy, and there are no birds or animals.

However, in the middle of the valley, twenty-eight sculptures appeared at some point. These sculptures come to life as if they had been carved by the world's greatest craftsmen for countless years. If it is in the world of ordinary people, the artistic value of such sculptures is super high, and it will definitely make those nobles or royalty crazy.

But now they are standing here, unheeded, covered with snow and wind.

At that moment, an owl suddenly appeared from outside the valley, shot in like lightning, and then fluttered twice over the sculpture, and finally landed on the shoulder of the sculpture in the middle.

Then the sculpture suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the owl on its shoulder.

The owl immediately spread out and turned into countless feathers, and the feathers immediately gathered together and became a letterhead, levitating in front of him.

The remaining sculptures, at the same time, opened their eyes and looked at the man in the middle.

"Your Excellency, Dean. The crowd applauded.

Moses looked at the letterhead in front of him and didn't answer right away.

Only then did he look around when the letterhead slowly drifted away like flying ash.

"The Black Rope Fortress has fallen. ”

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't say anything.

"But in three days, we're about to have a new world. He said.

"Let's get started. ”

The icy sound didn't spread far in the cold snow before it was crushed by the cold wind and dispersed through the valley.

But everyone couldn't help but show excitement on their faces when they heard what he was saying, even Nydia, Issa, and the others. Only the outermost Zafi had a slight gloom in his eyebrows, but he quickly hid it.

Then, everyone dispersed the snow that had fallen on their bodies and sat on the ground, forming a strange pattern.

Then, starting with Moses in the middle, he recited a strange language, very different from the lingua franca and the common language of spell casting.

The crowd chanted silently, and a glimmer of light suddenly lit up from Moses, beginning with him and gradually spreading to everyone.

Their voices grew louder and louder, but they grew deeper and deeper, and at the last moment.

In a flash, everyone disappeared in place.