"Young Master, run!" A tall war bear man stood up, the bear's paw that was enough to crack the stone was raised high, and the sharp shadow blade that struck hard with regret let out an angry roar towards the young dark elf boy behind him.

This is a dark elf druid who has completely turned into a bear, and it seems that he has at least epic strength, but when facing the tall, emaciated swarthy man opposite, he is unable to cast his powerful magic, and can only use his sturdy body to shake the incoming shadow blade again and again.

"Oh? Knowing that you can't protect yourself, you black-skinned long-eared people are the descendants of dark trolls, as stubborn as stone as your stupid ancestors. ”

The tall, emaciated swarthy man with a pompous and playful smile on his face, his dark skin was better complemented by a black gown, but his demeanor was extremely elegant, even by the Sun Elf Emperor Fix Sanem.

In his hand was a shadow whip, not a real weapon, but a twisted and strange magic, and almost every time he swung it, it would scrape a shadow blade with cold light, scraping a terrible wound on the majestic and tall body of the war bear, and blood was constantly splattering out.

This is not the strength that humans should have, or even the breath of any Isère race, a creature that should have been banished a long time ago, but somehow returned to the underground plane closest to the Isère world.

The swarthy man was Nyarrathotep, who had just returned to Isère, and he chose to descend to the Dark Elf Kingdom in the underground plane, and it took only about two days to remove the head of the Dark Elf Goddess.

However, the one in front of him was obviously just an avatar, but the strength was still terrifyingly strong.

"Elder Midlett!"

The dark elf boy roared, his bloodshot gray eyes almost bursting with blood, and a terrifying wound on his chest churned with flesh, and a little gray blood splattered out of the bright red.

"Young master, leave me alone, go find your brother Kael'thas!" the war bear still roared, his tall, majestic body blocking the swarthy man's path, completely blocking any of his paths.

The Dark Elf boy roared angrily twice, but still cast a transfiguration spell to transform into a cheetah, turned around and fled towards the Shadow Forest.

"Hahaha, it's okay, save me from trying to go to the blood elves to frolic there. ”

Nyaratotip wielded the Shadow Whip with ease, shattering the Bear's jaw with a single blow, and the Shadow Blade slashed at the Midrlet's limbs, severing his veins without hindrance.

Midrit fell to the ground with a bang, his body gradually shrinking, his magic could not support the Transfiguration, he could only change back into the appearance of a dark elf, his handsome face did not show any aging, but his chin was already bloody and fleshy, and his limbs hung limply by his side.

The shadow whip in the hand of the tall, swarthy man took shape into a delicate and ornate cane, and he walked up to Midrett with a flirtatious step, raising his bloody chin.

"You're so strong... Obviously my body is shattered... Interesting, interesting. ”

The hypocritical and flamboyant smile on Nyaratotip's face remained unchanged as he leaned down and stuck out his scarlet tongue to lick Midlet's rather handsome face. "It tastes good~"

Midrit struggled, the pain so severe that he almost screamed in pain, and he tried to avoid the scarlet tongue, but to no avail.

The scarlet tongue licked and teased his face, and the druid's unyielding eyes began to tremble, and his whole body spasmed violently, curled up together, and his face was colored with fear.

"After hearing that we were gone... Those stupid natives are exploring the Void? Is... Mortals are powerless to struggle..."Nyaratotip's face was pressed against Midlet's ear, and the playful look and pompous tone of voice made the Dark Elf Druid Elder shiver.

His thin cold lips opened slightly, and he spoke the language of the dark elves, but he was not very familiar with it, and he showed a confused look in his words, and it was a long time before he spoke.

"Hmm... Not... Wow, bow, bh... Ugh!"

After a gust of terrible fear from the storm, Midlet's high head hung down forever, the light in his gray eyes faded forever, and the twisted power that did not belong to Isère devoured him without leaving a trace.

Standing on the crutches of his cane, Nyaratotip stood where the druids once laid, his pompous smile revealing a bit of madness, and the terrifying atmosphere set off the horrific legends of the ancient deity.

"Creeping chaos, the embodiment of chaos and evil, the spokesman of the gods! ”

His form changed completely, his body, which still resembled a human, began to squirm, his twisted head and limbs stretched out, and the power of shadow and darkness shone across the Dark Elf Palace, corroding everything.

Nyarrathotep is calling herself.

...

"Whew... Kill another one..."The silver-haired girl with blood eyes raised her head to look at the gloomy sky, and the hideous and terrifying giant sword was wantonly inserted into the sand by the sea, looking at the octopus corpse in front of her with a blank expression.

This monster does not belong to Agor or even to Isère, it is a monster that symbolizes terror, the master of Raleier, the vanguard of madness and sleeping gods, the symbol of "water".

There is no doubt that it came from Lalaye, the son of the monstrous monster, or the death of Egil, the god of the sea, the death of the goddess of the sea, the self-explosion of the storm goddess, and the sacrifice of the nine goddesses of the waves.

But... At least the octopus monster in front of him was dead and couldn't die anymore, white smoke rising from its yellow and wrinkled skin, and a pungent and rancid smell from the starlight, death was its theme.

At least... The fact that the Goddess was transformed into a breeding machine has been confirmed... Scati remembered the red-haired girl who was so noble, and though she had such an easily angry nature, she would guide the lost fishermen back to their routes.

"Let's go back... At least there's a place to live..."Scati smiled sadly, pulled out the giant sword beside him and stuck it diagonally into the scabbard on his back, and his long white legs stepped forward, and he couldn't help but stumble a little.

The old song sounded again, a beautiful but desolate voice echoing across the deserted beach, dispelling the negativity of the old rulers around her, and flowing out of the land she had walked.

Agoor's sky was completely dark, and there were only a few bright stars in the sky that twinkled in a straight line, and the light even overshadowed the light of the moon, and it had been a long time since Suan had sprinkled his light here.

"When the stars return?... It's ironic..."

The murmur of the silver-haired girl could only be heard by herself, and the place she passed was filled with eerie starlight, and the breath of the outer gods occupied all the beaches, which was the most evil of all, and even the intrigue of the devil and the tyranny of the devil could not be ranked.

"Evil... Evil... The most wicked...

Fear... Fear... Extreme Fear...

Rising from the bottom of the sea...

Welling up from the ground...

Descending from the sky...

They are everywhere...

Waiting for the stars to return..."

"Whew... Hope you... Still fine..."Humming an old ballad in her mouth, Scati didn't look back at all, just walked alone, no matter what happened behind her.

...

"Hmm! What kind of wine is this... It's so sweet..."The little ghost took a sip of the wine that the dwarven boss had just concocted, and was immediately fascinated by this unique taste, and his starry eyes narrowed, constantly recalling the haughty smell in this sweetness.

"This is Victoria, a concoction created by Mr. Kerhoe, is it delicious? He's Victoria's best bartender, and you've chosen him at first glance. ”

Vena looked at the little ghost's enjoyment, a sweet smile appeared on her slightly angular heroic face, although her sweetheart had become more beautiful than herself, but it was quite eye-catching.

It's right to think about it, most of the ghost people are like this, and his right-hand man Gawain Edvins is no exception, looking delicate and beautiful on the outside, but in fact he is a terrifying killing machine.

"Don't make fun of me, Vina, my sparse cooking skills are nothing compared to those gray dwarf masters. Kleo at the counter made a voice, his expression was humble, and his eyes were flat.

The little ghost was immediately curious, he had the impression that the dwarves were extremely vulgar creatures, and even an apprentice dared to boast that he was better than their mentor.

What is the impression of dwarves on the world? The gnomes know this best, and they even wrote a book called "On the Dwarves", which details all the shortcomings of the dwarves.

However, the dwarf named Keho in front of him obviously did not have those shortcomings, although his voice was loud, but he was extremely humble, and the little ghost remembered the conversation between Vina and Keho just now, and the curiosity in his heart turned into doubt.

"Who are you?" asked the little ghost politely, looking at Kehoe, his crisp voice like a petite lark, as beautiful as his face.

"As you can see, I'm just a bartender, if anything... The brass hammer is my uncle, but I really don't want to mention that bastard..."Ke Huo put down his cocktail glass and waved his hand helplessly and embarrassedly.

"Don't talk about that... Honey, do you know what's been going on lately?" Vina interrupted the conversation, and she saw that Kehoe was a little embarrassed, and reached out to take the palm of the little ghost's hand, looking at him seriously.

"Here... Is it convenient to speak?" Vena's majestic and melodious magnetic voice reached the ears of the little ghost, who sat down in his chair and looked around with some vigilance, the scattered drinkers had not yet dispersed.

"Ahem... Sorry everyone, but the shop is closed today... Your wine today... I packed..."

Ke Huo made a deafening sound, and the explosion thundered in the ears of every drinker, only to see these drinkers reluctantly move their butts, stretch their bodies, cast a meaningful look at Ke Huo, and turn away.

"First of all, Dispel was resurrected. Vena watched as everyone left, and there were only three people left in the tavern, her lips slightly raised, and she uttered words that made the little ghost scatter.

"It's... This... Impossible, right?"

The little ghost grew his mouth and trembled in questioning voices, he knew what Dispel's name meant, but he didn't expect him to be resurrected, let alone that it would be mentioned by his sweetheart.

"Looks like you didn't know that on the afternoon of the first day we parted, that damn bat came... His desperation gripped the entire Bates business district, killing countless people. ”

Vina took a sip of the sweet "Victoria" in the glass, put the glass on the table, and looked at the little ghost with great seriousness, and her majestic eyes even penetrated the soul of the little ghost.

The glasses are placed on the table, and the soft light shines brightly on the sweet liquor.

The shape was terrifying, especially a pale light that symbolized despair and reflected directly on the handsome and lovely face of the little ghost...