Vast grasslands.

In the darkness of the night, the wolves began to move, and other nocturnal creatures also appeared, and a ghostly fire appeared in the distance, which was a ghost awakened by the energy of the necromancy. Around a valley, more than a dozen ghostly fires floated in the air, where fierce battles had taken place, and weathered bones and broken swords could still be seen today. Ghostly fire roams the unconscious, a forbidden area for the living, and even fierce ogres stay away from the land.

The black-cloaked wizard approached, and the two poisonous spiders had turned into carrion.

These spiders that are spawned by mana can only survive for half a day, and they age very quickly, and when the power of the spell is exhausted, it is when they die. The wizard leaned down to remove the spider's poison sac, poured some powder on it, and soon turned into a pool of blood, took out a dark red stone, and walked into the valley surrounded by ghostly fire. The wandering undead ignored his existence and allowed him to enter it.

The valley is overgrown with weeds, and there are many dilapidated buildings, which have been weathered very badly.

But you can still see the grandeur of the past, and the marble columns with a diameter of one meter can be seen everywhere, and these broken marble columns support a palace that eventually fell into ruins during the battle. Clusters of shadows emerged, turning into disembodied hazy figures, surrounding the wizards who dared to enter.

“SUA…… AIG……”

The wizard sang strange syllables, not the language of any race, but more like some kind of secret language.

Some powerful and learned beings will create their own languages and scripts, and if they do not teach others, it will take a great deal of effort for others to understand the meaning of these words. The clumps of shadow life gradually receded, they retreated to the stone pillars, and gradually disappeared into them, faintly visible cracks, as if some humanoid creature had been tied to the stone pillar and burned, and then left behind the traces of ashes.

In the center of the valley is an altar with a diameter of several tens of meters.

The inside of the circle had cracked, some strange plants had stubbornly grown out of the cracks, the altar had six intertwined notches, the nearby marble pillars had broken, and there were many marks left by the violent explosion around it. The only thing that is still well preserved on the entire altar is a very weathered statue of a god whose face is blurred. The idol vaguely appeared to be a woman, with one arm broken, but the body still retained feminine features, such as long hair reaching the hips, mutilated but clearly rumored, slender and straight legs, and some kind of snake-like entanglement.

The wizard gently removed his cloak, revealing pointed ears, dark skin, and a slender figure standing in front of the altar, slowly kneeling down.

Without the cloak to cover it, the wizard revealed his true face.

But it's a female dark elf.

She uttered strange prayers, her hands crossed over her chest, and as her prayers echoed strangely, a little strange light appeared in the air.

With a glint in his scarlet pupils, the wizard slowly stood up.

She gently raised her hand and took off her robe, revealing her delicate body in thin clothes, and she could vaguely see that she was wearing nothing inside, and her chest was faintly raised. But this was just the beginning, she pulled out a dark red snakehead whip out of thin air, raised it violently in her hand and threw it out, with a crisp sound of 'pop', the snakehead whip crossed an arc and pumped directly on her back!

Suppressed screams rang out.

The sorcerer's clothes were torn apart in an instant, and there were clearly visible blood marks on her back, and the sharp barbs of the snake's head whip cut through her skin, and a trace of blood flowed down her back, and soon penetrated the clothes and dripped down the back onto the altar.

Shiver.

The wizard's body trembled in place, the pain distorted her countenance, and only those creatures of the underworld knew how painful the snake's whip would be to the marrow!

Gasp.

The wizard knelt on the ground and gasped for a long time before recovering slightly.

Syllable!

The clear whip swing sounded again, and the wizard jerked the snake's head whip and whipped it on his back again.

Another streak of blood emerged.

The bloody snake's head whip fell to the ground, and the wizard's whole body was trembling, and the two bloody whip marks on his back were staggered, and the place where he was drawn was already a blur of flesh and blood. As the pain seeped deeper and more into the bone marrow, a trace of inexplicable relief appeared on the wizard's distorted face, and a trace of pleasure appeared in her expression, and when the strength of her body gradually recovered, she did not hesitate to pick up the snake whip and slap it on her back again.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of continuous throbbing sounded, and her back was completely blurred with flesh and blood, and not a single intact skin could be seen at all.

But her expression became more and more strange, and in the end, she trembled as if she was enjoying pleasure, and with drops of blood falling on the altar, a faint pink light began to emerge, and the blood flowed down the nick to the broken idol in the center of the altar, and the pink light shrouded here, and finally converged into a hazy figure.

It was a young girl with a snake's whip, with a delicate body, grayish-white skin with dark red tattoos on it, and black hair that ran down from the ankles to the base of the thighs, and the phantoms of the two poisonous snakes were entwined upwards, and finally entangled in the slender waist to form a belt.

A little divine light emerges!

The figure of the girl manifested on the idol suddenly raised the snake's head whip and instantly fell on the wizard's body.

The depressed ** sounded.

The wizard's bloody back began to heal rapidly, and the torn flesh regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, as she let out a sound of joy and fell to her knees deep on the ground.

"To the North!"

The voice full of divinity echoed on the altar, and the girl held the snake's head whip and pointed at it, and many images appeared out of thin air. "The territory of the goddess of ice and snow. I could feel her awake, and the bitter winter was enveloping the land. ”

"Her power is starting to spiral out of control."

"Find her."

"Bring her to me, and I will give you the reward you deserve!"

With a little divine light, the figure of the girl in front of the idol gradually dissipated, and the wizard slowly stood up, she reached out and picked up the robe and put it on, and then put the cloak back on. With a faint glow in her scarlet pupils, she put away the snake's whip on the ground, and then turned and walked out of the valley, where the hazy shadows still lingered, faintly silhouetted in the moonlight.

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There was the sound of rushing water ahead.

Sauron put away the scimitar he had been cutting through all the way, and walked to a stream to rest.

He first washed his face, and then wiped the blood off his body, not only because he loved to be clean, but more importantly, there are many creatures in the wild who are very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Suddenly!

As if the cold hairs all over his body had just risen, he rolled on the spot and took the scimitar in his hand while looking at the stones above the stream.

A pitch-black figure stared, its pale brown pupils striking in the darkness.

Panther?

Sauron saw the creature that suddenly gave him a sense of danger, a cheetah-like feline, standing gracefully on a rock, looking at him as if it were human.

"That's not right!" Sauron clenched his scimitar tightly, glanced around vigilantly, and said to himself, "Lynx? ”

That's not Black Panther.

Rather, it is a pitch-black bobcat, an equally dangerous creature in the wild, and an adult bobcat can even hunt wild boars.

However, a normal bobcat does not grow to the size of a panther, and the one in front of him is obviously not an ordinary beast, and it may not even be a beast at all.

A sturdy figure landed on the other side of the stream, she was dressed in a strange costume, her face was painted with oil, and she could not see clearly in the night, except for slightly pointed ears, and she seemed to be a half-elf. The half-elf woman who suddenly appeared reached out and took a few sips of the stream, then frowned and glanced at Sauron, she stretched out her hand and beckoned to the bobcat above the stream, and then landed on the tree more than ten meters away with a sudden leap.

The lithe and sturdy figure of the lynx followed, and before leaving, he glanced at Sauron again.

"High-level druids?!"

Sauron had been watching the two leave, and there was no communication between the two sides, and he could only judge that the direction in which the other party was going was exactly the direction he had come.

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