Beyond the main continent, in the depths of the boundless ocean.

The sky was covered with black clouds, the sea was rolling, and in the midst of the storm, a man in a red robe appeared.

He is none other than the Truth Society's Ring-Keeper, Foehn.

At this time, he was fighting, and the object of his battle was a giant with a height of 100 meters.

The giant has blue-black stone skin, and its movements are slow, like a living stone statue, but it is extremely powerful, and each blow can make the air around it tremble and the sea explode.

Foehn relied on its speed advantage to constantly attack behind the giant's back, provoking the giant's anger.

Just when the giant's anger was at its peak, Foehn seized an opportunity, and his entire body turned into a flame and roared into the giant's open mouth, piercing through the back of his head.

"Whew!"

The giant's eyes, nostrils, and ears erupted with flames, his hands scratched at his face, and he struggled for a moment, his body stiffened, and he lost all his life force and the ability to float on the surface of the sea.

The sea water could not support the giant's huge body, and with a "bang", the sea surface cracked, and the giant sank rapidly, until it sank to the bottom of the sea.

A whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water, and after a moment it regained calm.

"Whew-solved-" Foehn muttered after glancing at it, "Finally the object of the containment failure has been resolved, hopefully this is the last one, well, hopefully......"

In the middle of his words, he turned his head abruptly, facing the direction of the mainland, his face changed suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "This is ......"

......

Somewhere on the main continent, in a huge underground building, there is a palace.

The palace is more than 50 meters in circumference and extremely spacious, and there are dozens of burning lampposts inside for lighting. In the middle of the palace, there is a gray-white bone table more than three meters long, and behind the bone table is a bone chair of the same material.

A man in a black robe, sitting on a bone chair, was reviewing documents.

He is the Master of the Ring of Truth - Grey Mist.

Across the bone table, in front of the gray mist, Golov, a member of the Truth Society who was as fat as a pumpkin, was standing respectfully, quickly reporting some of the situation in the organization.

"Rustling ......"

"Three days ago, the organization found a new strange species, located in ......"

One review, one report, does not affect each other.

But suddenly, as if he had heard something unhappy, Black Mist suddenly stopped his review and raised his head to stare at Golov.

Golov was stunned for a moment, and said tentatively in some confusion: "My lord, you ......"

Gray Mist didn't speak, just continued to stare at Golov, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze extremely serious. The invisible pressure spread, and the air pressure of the entire palace seemed to increase several times out of thin air, and the flames burning at the top of the lampposts were suppressed little by little visible to the naked eye, and they were almost extinguished in the end.

The palace was bleak and the atmosphere was very oppressive, and the most obvious feeling of all this was undoubtedly Golov, who was watched by the gray mist. Golov felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, almost out of breath, sweat oozing out, soaking clothes, and feeling like he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

At this moment, his heart trembled, and he didn't understand what angered the chief manager Gray Mist: The report was obviously similar to usual, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Could it be that he did some unclean things that were noticed by the chief manager Gray Mist?

Golov's thoughts raced, wondering what was in danger of being exposed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Being watched by the gray mist for half a minute, Golov's psychological pressure was so great that he couldn't help but confess all and ask for leniency, when suddenly he heard the faint voice of the gray mist, and said in a low tone: "The Dead Sea is dead." ”

"Huh?" Golov looked up, stunned.

......

within a city.

In the study of a noble mansion, an old man full of wrinkles is reading a book by the light.

He wore a light gray robe, with a white beard and hair, with a somewhat detached temperament.

He is the Master of the Ring of Truth, the Red Moon.

He read slowly and carefully, his fingers slowly swiping across the page, whispering the words on it.

Halfway through the book, he paused his fingers, looked up and said in surprise: "Dead Sea...... Dead?"

"Hmm-"

With a "bang", he folded his book and stood up, pacing towards the window, his brows furrowed: "The other party has already reached this point? The Dead Sea is not spared? It seems that the other party must be taken seriously, and this matter cannot be counted so easily." ”

As he spoke, the old man went to the window, opened it, and looked at the night sky.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, like a silver hook.

The old man stared at the moon for a long time, and then he saw that the surface of the moon suddenly had a faint color of blood.

......

......

Two days later, at night.

In the deserted wasteland, a complex of buildings stands abruptly.

Outside the complex, there are three whole walls, inside and outside the walls, many soldiers patrol, and from time to time there are wizards patrolling the night sky, and the entry and exit of personnel are strictly checked, which can be described as extremely vigilant.

At this time, in an inconspicuous small room in the complex, a square-faced man was sitting on a wooden chair, staring at the candle lit on the table in front of him, his eyes were a little distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, with a "squeak", the door of the room was opened, and a soldier walked in and said respectfully: "My lord, it's okay, the craftsmen are ready, just waiting for you." ”

"Well, got it. The square-faced man came back to his senses, nodded, took a deep breath, didn't say anything, walked out of the room, and walked forward along the intricate labyrinthine corridor with the soldiers.

After twisting and turning, the square-faced man walked into a huge room, which was as wide as a warehouse.

There were already many people waiting in the room, led by a white-haired old man wearing monocles, with a serious expression and bright eyes.

The square-faced man looked at the other party and asked with some respect, "Master Amon, how is the situation?"

"It's all ready, everything is in order, ready to go. The old man known as Amon responded.

"Alright, let's get started. ”

"Yes. Amon nodded, and while instructing the rest of the craftsmen next to him to work, he motioned for the square-faced man to walk towards a spot in the corner.

The square-faced man walked over cooperatively, and saw that the ground and surrounding walls had been specially strengthened, apparently to prevent accidents from happening in the test.

The square-faced man stood firm, took the initiative to take off his clothes, and after a while, Amon came with a group of craftsmen, all of whom were carrying a box in their hands, and when they opened it, they saw that there were one or more items made of crystal in it.

Crystal items, some are conical, some are spherical, and some are cylindrical, and the volume is also large and small, the largest is like an apple, and the smallest is like an apricot pit. The only thing they have in common is that the surface of these items is depicted with intricate magic patterns, which are obviously extremely valuable spell items.

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