Athletic beauties ran on the Abyssinian plateau, wanton and hissing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info was very excited, this Gudaya mare from the peninsula was wild, and the Abyssinian moors were one of the places that excited and thrilled this beauty.

A birdsong came, and the black-haired man riding a beautiful woman looked at the sky, a Goliath-winged eagle with red eyes. A ferocious and loyal eagle.

"It's Stephenberg, come on, baby. The man beckoned to the eagle in the sky, his purple eyes full of doting. The eagle flashed into the man's hand in an instant, and his red eyes looked condescendingly at the beauty below. The beauty cried out with dissatisfaction.

"Quiet, Avgar. The man's hand ran lightly over the eagle's body, and then he took out a letter, a very small letter. But the content is extraordinary.

"Noggin Jesse's letter, it turns out that the council, and the condor-like councillors, impeached me and made me cease fighting? The man tore the letter to shreds, and then a flame erupted from his hand, and soon the letter was burned into nothingness.

He rode quickly across the next door of the wasteland, and looked at the hand without armor, and on his finger was a ring of strange colors: "The tradition of the Goliaths, whoever lays the place belongs to whom, if it cannot be the greatest of the great kingdom of Abivi, then it is better to be king in the small forest in the mountains." ”

Soon arrived at the destination, the Wasteland of Serre, the place where the Saints of Steme of the Orthodox Church ascended to heaven. The original religious shrine of the Abyssinian Empire, now just a wasteland, the legendary location of the Gates of Hell. It is also where the ring guides.

The man rode into the only village in the area, and some of the surrounding villagers fled screaming. Most of the people here are women, almost all the men are conscripted, and the farm work in the fields is also supported by women.

"It's Normans, it's Normans. The women ran up the hill, even though there was a legendary gate to hell, but the Normans were obviously more terrible than the devils, and at least the devils would not try to rape their innocence.

Ignoring the frightened women, the man ran straight towards the hill behind him, and when he saw that they were all running towards the hill, and he saw one of them standing directly in front of him, he made an urgent turn and shouted, "Ladies, don't worry, I'm not a pirate who has come to rob you. Please rest assured. After saying this, the man stopped looking at them.

"That Norman is not a robber, he is a nobleman, and look how polite and handsome he is. The girl, who almost thought she was going to be knocked off, said with a ruddy face, this is a blonde French girl.

"Norman robbers are all the same, let's hide, in case he turns back, it's going to be troublesome. Said one of the older men, who was also a Frenchman, who had come here thirty years earlier as a brave merchant and a pirate.

"No, father. That's a good guy, I'm sure. The girl said stubbornly, and the villagers were caught up in an argument about it, and no one noticed that a black man had quietly left.

At this time, another short, kind-faced villager suddenly noticed the other party's departure, he shook his head sadly, and then followed. As he ran, he was chanting words in his mouth and gesturing with his hands.

Beauty's steps are fast and wild, and she has the power of a noble bloodline, and the direct descendants of this ancient extinct magic horse still have a great power to be reckoned with.

Soon Nishizawa Uzo, who was riding his horse, reached the high rock behind him, and then he stopped his horse and thought about what had just happened.

"How can the people here be so afraid of me, it seems that the Vikings have caused a great deal of trouble to the inhabitants here. It seems that they will not be able to indulge in the future, after all, this will soon become the territory of my Nishizawa U, and the pirates should go to hell to rob them. After turning over and dismounting, he looked at the black hole in front of him, and it really looked like he was going straight to hell.

The dark entrance of the cave seemed to lead to hell, and it constantly whined, like the breathing of the devil. There is a legend among the inhabitants of this area that this place, known as 'Ajamena Katis', is the gate to hell, and in Hebrew this name also means the return of the dead. It is believed to be a place where the dead rest and live, and in the pre-Middle Ages, many monks from Europa countries visited it. However, there was no follow-up, and no one heard back.

However, the black-armored man on the horse did not hesitate in the slightest, his face was calm, and he did not stop at all because of the legend and the real weirdness of the cave. After turning over and dismounting, the man walked in. The figure faded away, except for his horse, which waited quietly, occasionally snorting and flicking its tail.

"Lord, this polite Norman lord has really entered, is he actually a knight of the devil?" said the man who had secretly followed him to another man beside him in disbelief, his face extremely frightened, and at the same time he kept drawing crosses and muttering words in his mouth.

"Come on, you think everyone believes in that ridiculous legend, maybe this is the place where some great magician left a legacy, but. A sturdy black man said, his eyes flashing with greed.

"But what Robert Leigh, you're the one who fantasizes all day long, how can there be any inheritance in that kind of place. After going to the capital city once, you have more fantasies in your mind that only so many nobles have, this is not good, we are poor, and the poor should take their hoes and work in the fields all day, instead of having that bad idea, the Lord does not allow it, that is the temptation of the devil. The diminutive Hebrew said.

"Forget it, if I don't discuss this with you, you will never understand, you only have the Lord in your mind, but that Lord will not make my life any better, and the taxes that should be paid are always nothing. Hehe, I'm afraid that Norman lord won't be able to come back, look at how oily that horse's coat is, we ······"

"Shut up, Robert, how can you have such unclean thoughts, stealing. That's the act of a sinner, the Lord will punish you, and you will bring bad luck to the village. May the Lord forgive this sinner. The little man was there and there he was constantly chanting, sometimes terrified, sometimes holy.

"Forget it, coward. It's not the first time you've done this kind of thing, haven't you done it, even if he comes out alive, huh. Robert's expression became unusually terrifying.

"Kill people when the time comes, and then ······" Robert said calmly, as if he were talking about harvesting the wheat.

"You're crazy, that's a Norman, he's a Norman, look at his burly figure, his strong muscles, his armor that glows black. His eyes were like all Normans, cruel and aggressive, his murderous aura was like all Normans, how could we be his opponents. Forget it, Robert, please, don't bring disaster to the village, the Lord's punishment has already begun, for the sins we once committed. Oh, my poor wife, my daughter Gulis ······" The man began to weep as he spoke.

"Hey, what about the Normans, they don't happen to be good people, maybe your lord will forgive us some of our sins. Robert said without annoyance.

"You are not allowed to speak like that to the Lord. The man's expression suddenly became extremely excited.

It's pitch black, it's pitch black in front of you. Nishizawa Wu could only touch the rock wall and walk, I don't know how long he walked, suddenly a slight light began to appear in front of him, and the surrounding environment also had some subtle changes, first of all, the speed of the flow of time, with his truth-level rank, he could feel this abnormality. He could feel the ring on his finger start to get hot, so he had to take it off, and then put the black armor that had been around his waist on the hand that had been wearing the ring, and then he wrapped the ring that had become extremely hot in a cloth, and then continued to walk.

Finally there are major changes ahead, first of all, the light. There was so much light that I could see my surroundings clearly.

What comes into view is a place like a wilderness cemetery, full of weathered bones. Some can be seen to be human, while others are already torn apart, with various bones mixed together. The surrounding walls are covered with various murals, from which Nishizawa can tell a lot of things.

The age of the murals varies, as can be seen from the style of painting and the depth of the colors painted. These murals are all in response to a theme, the demon. The mural depicts the war between the gods and demons, and unlike the previous paintings of artists who showed off their painting skills, the paintings here are simple and atmospheric, and the gods are the defeated side. The demon in the painting is not the face of the ugly demon, but the elf in the Celtic forest.

Whether it is the ancient Greek style frescoes, or those Median, Persian, and Roman paintings, they are all chiseled on them, and the people who painted these paintings must have a deep painting attainment. These paintings of different periods may have been left by people from various countries, but there is also a possibility that this place was once inhabited by a dark magician who studied these 'marginal' learnings and was not tolerated by the Church. Maybe even Solomon's descendants are not necessarily, after all, Solomon's family has a deep connection with demons, and it can only be their own people who can study these dangerous and interesting things in the heyday of the church. This one is more likely to be, because the paintings here all reflect one thing, and if many people painted them, it is unlikely that they are all such a subject, and the person who can leave a trace on this kind of rock (which he has just tried, with his truth-level strength is extremely difficult), can never be an ordinary person, and ordinary people will not be able to walk here, unless someone is willing to bring them here, or there is more than one King Solomon ring.

In the blink of an eye, Nishizawa had already thought a lot, and then he no longer looked at the murals, but continued to walk forward with a serious expression.

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