It was a majestic and magnificent midsummer night.

In the deep night sky, the sky is full of stars. Those bright stars formed a brilliant band of light, spanning the vast sky from north to south, like a rushing river, pouring for thousands of miles, magnificent.

This is the Milky Way, where people on the continent look up, the beautiful Tianhe in countless myths and legends.

At this moment, in the vast grassland illuminated by the clear light of the Milky Way, a werewolf and a black elf were hurrying forward.

When the two walked to a fork in the road, the two people, who were originally walking side by side, suddenly separated, staring at each other with wary faces.

These two men naturally managed to escape from the Stonehammer tribe of Blade and Senna. When the two of them were far away from the Stonehammer tribe and no longer faced the threat of ogres, the relationship between the two sides suddenly became delicate.

"Now, it's almost time for the two of us to separate!" Blade said slowly.

"Well, it's time to separate! the ogres won't be able to catch up even if they find out we're running away now!" Senna replied.

"Hehe, I thought that escaping from those ogres would inevitably lead to a big fight, but I didn't expect to escape so easily!"

"Yes, I'm surprised, too! Besides, it's a bit of a surprise to me that we've been on this journey and have been safe all the way ......!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Hmph, it means that I am afraid that you will be black-handed! Isn't treachery the consistent tradition of your orcs? If not, how could our elven Umayyad empire die at the hands of your orcs?"

"Treacherdy, you mean the Battle of the Gate of Damnation?"

"Not bad!"

Hearing Senna mention the Battle of the Gate of Damnation, Blade was speechless.

The Battle of the Gate of Damnation was a battle in which the Umayyad Empire and the Bimon Empire cooperated against the invasion of the Dead World. Located in the Dragonbone Wilderness where the Umayyad Empire, the Bimon Empire, and the Sunset Mountain Dragons inhabit at the time, the Gate of Damnation was a spatial passage often used by the Dead World when invading the Human Realm. In the event of an invasion by the undead army, these three parties will be the first to face the threat of the undead army. Despite the constant war between the Umayyad Empire and the Bimon Empire, the two countries decided to put aside their old rivalry and fight side by side, and together they sent a request to the dragons of the Sunset Mountains to help in the war. At the invitation of the two countries, the dragons of the Sunset Mountains also sent dragons to participate in the battle, including the legendary dragon 'Immortal Red Flame' Terangratrisa.

With the cooperation of the three parties, the undead army led by the Lich King Nostradama's number one general, the Dragon Knight Tegrul, was finally driven back to the world of the dead, and even Tegrul himself was severely damaged on the battlefield by the legendary dragon Terangratresa. The tripartite coalition won the final victory. But when the dragons returned to the Sunset Mountains, leaving only orcs and elves on the battlefield, a betrayal of the alliance took place that shocked the entire continent.

The orcs on the battlefield suddenly raised their butcher knives and launched an attack on their elven allies.

Although the elves also knew that the alliance with the orcs was unreliable, they did not expect the orcs to turn their faces so quickly. The unsuspecting elven army was slaughtered by the orc army, and the army was wiped out. With the annihilation of the main force of the Umayyad Empire's army in this battle, the Umayyad Empire was no longer able to resist the Beamon Empire, until it was finally completely destroyed by the Beamon Empire.

It was true that the orcs did not do it properly, and for a while, the blade was irrefutable.

Blade and Senna looked at each other silently, and the smell of gunpowder between the two sides grew stronger, until there was a great deal of triggering, but in the end, neither of them made a move, and made a move to break their promise.

In this world, although there is a lot of deception and betrayal, there is no shortage of people who make promises. Blade and Senna clearly belong to the same category.

"Senna, in a sense, it was the ogres who saved you this time!The next time we meet, you won't be so lucky!" Blade lost patience to continue his glare, and he digressed and said in a deep voice.

"Broken Claw, if we can meet again next time, you better be careful of yourself! I can kill Lawson, and I can kill you!" Senna snorted coldly, and retorted not to be outdone.

"Really, you'll have to work hard to earn money, magic scrolls aren't cheap!" Blade sneered, unconcerned about Senna's threat. After saying that, he no longer had a verbal dispute with Senna, chose a fork in the road, and walked away.

When Senna saw the blade leave, he stopped staying, and chose a different path from the blade and left.

The night breeze blew through the steppes, across the hills, and also blew up the black cloak hidden in the shadows.

Unbeknownst to the werewolves and elves, their every move had been in the eyes of others since they fled the Stonehammer Tribe.

At this moment, on a hill not far from the fork in the road where the blade and Senna were separated, the masked man Orn, who was full of mystery, was watching the two of them leave, and fell into deep thought.

It wasn't until both of them disappeared from under his eyes that he whispered to himself, "It's strange, why do I always feel familiar with that young werewolf, it seems that I have seen ...... somewhere?"

He thought about it for a while, but he couldn't come up with an answer, so he had to give up.

"Forget it, don't worry about him! This time I came to the Northern Grassland, it is important to complete the task of the Overseer, this is the territory of the Northern Army, I still don't want to get entangled with those werewolves, lest I make a mistake and miss the Overseer's big business!" Orn turned around and walked down the hill, disappearing into the night.

......

After Blade and Senna parted ways, they relied on the direction of the Big Dipper in the sky and rushed all the way to the Boulder Castle.

"It's been a few days since they were separated from the captain, and if it went well, the captain and they should have already arrived at Boulder Castle. At my current pace, it should take three more days to join them at Boulder. The blade ran as he silently estimated the distance in his mind. During the run, he pressed his hand under his ribs from time to time, and although Senna's treatment had made his broken ribs basically heal, there was still some dull pain, which made him afraid to run at full speed, and his travel speed was greatly affected.

In the distant grassland, there was a sudden flash of fire.

The blade immediately stopped, staring in the direction of the beating firelight, his nose fluttering, and gently sniffed the sour* smell coming from the wind.

That's the smell of goblins.

Blade frowned, knowing that there was likely a goblin camp ahead, and there were quite a few goblins in this camp. Because the location where the firelight appeared was almost a kilometer away from him, if it was only a small number of goblins, no matter how sensitive the nose of the blade was, and no matter how strong the goblin's body odor was, it would not be able to smell it from such a distance. Only when a large number of goblins gathered in one place, the unpleasant sour body odor on their bodies was mixed and amplified, so that the blades could smell it from such a distance.

The blade groaned slightly, and then touched towards the goblin camp. He had wanted to get around the goblin camp, but his curiosity led him to decide to take a look and see what the goblins were doing together.

As the blade approached the goblin camp, its movements slowed down considerably. He moved slowly through the grass, the waist-length artemisia grass covering him well. Not to mention that it is night when you can't see your fingers, even if it is daytime, if you don't look closely, it is not easy to find someone hiding in the grass.

When he was still about fifty meters away from the goblin camp, Blade stopped. He parted the long grass in front of him with his hand, and by the moonlight, he could see the situation in the goblin camp.

This goblin camp is supposed to be a temporary camp for a group of passing goblin warriors to spend the night. Why are these goblins samurai, not ordinary civilians? That's because the goblins who are sleeping on the ground are all wearing 'armor', although these so-called 'armor' are extremely rudimentary, just a few pieces of broken iron nailed to the haphazardly sewn animal skin, but this unusual outfit still shows their samurai status. You must know that the goblin tribes in the grasslands of northern Xinjiang have always been poor, and most of the goblin civilians use clothes to cover their bodies, except for rags, are leaves.

The camp was littered with the bones of beasts that had been gnawed clean. In addition, there was a choking smell of inferior alcohol that permeated the air, emanating from several barrels that had fallen to the ground. Today is the day of the Midsummer Wine Festival, and this group of goblin warriors sleeping in the wild has obviously taken the opportunity to have a carnival.

The campfire in the camp had long since been extinguished, and only a pile of embers remained. Therefore, the fire that the blade can see from a kilometer away obviously will not be this pile of embers. In fact, as soon as Blade's gaze fell on the goblin camp, he knew what was going on with the fire he saw.

Not far from the pile of embers, a donkey cart was parked. The donkey, who was sleeping standing with his eyes closed, had a sparse mane and was skinny, and looked visibly malnourished. On the iron flatbed cart pulled behind the donkey was a cage made of fine iron. A goblin warrior guarding a cage was sitting under a flatbed cart, snoozing with a spear against the wheel. Imprisoned in the cage in the car was a raging flame, or rather, a huddled humanoid flame.

The prisoner in this cage turned out to be a rare fire elemental creature. Although this fire elemental creature was curled up in a small cage, her graceful and bewitching flame body all spoke to her feminine identity. On the wrists of this flame woman, there was a pair of black shackles, countless tiny runes flew around the shackles, and the sharp blade recognized it as a pair of forbidden demon shackles at a glance.

"These goblins actually possess such high-level things as forbidden shackles? I'm afraid the identity of this fire element is not simple!" Just as the sharp blade was surprised and secretly looked at the flame woman in the cage, the flame woman seemed to notice something. She suddenly raised her head, and cast a pair of eyes that spewed hot golden flames into the grass where the blade was hiding.