Somewhere in the Swamp of Hell. Wailing Ze, a large number of corpses have been swept away, and the tombstone of the Rebel King is said to be full of ancient elven spells that curse the intruder, which has been taken by all the nerds at the Elner Library.

Nilu and Sister Dong stood at the opening of the cave, frowning and looking at the almost pure darkness inside.

It has been three days since the hole was opened, and according to the on-site test report, the internal air circulation situation seems to be unsatisfactory.

"What do you think?" Nelu asked.

"You mean the other two? ......" Sister Dong supported her forehead: "Theoretically, the rebellious king is the ancestor of the elves...... Well, although there is a lot of controversy, do you think we can stop the little girl and Lao Wang? ”

"Didn't I say," Nilu scoffed, "The Red Dragon War hasn't given the old king a long memory?" After a hundred days of broken bones, he estimated that the expedition team that could still control half of the East Road should be thankful, why do you think this old thing still has the ability to come to the hell swamp inside the West Road? ”

"No, you still don't know him." Sister Dong crushed a handful of soil next to the tomb to check the grass seeds, and said while analyzing the middle age: "The East Road and the West Road are completely two situations, except for the dwarves who are not in the climate, we are all puppets of the elves and Noah behind us, whether it is the reward and punishment of the battle, they are subject to the Noah royal family and the elf royal court, but the East Road is ......"

"Hammerandra is obviously only left with the superficial king's right to rule, in my opinion, the Hariran royal family is now a mascot-like existence, the real control of everything, except for the old king, there is only the old king, and during his tenure, he tried his best to raise the status of the beast spirit race, which also makes many elites of the beast spirit nomadic tribe of the grassland vein and the Falcon Plateau happy to maintain cooperative relations for the rampaging clan, most of the people like the black armor of the White Cloud tribe and the little temper of the red claw tribe are like this." Big R came out of nowhere to answer, the blood stains on the long knife as white as snow had not dried, and when he saw Sister Dong's eyes, he smiled: "I foresaw a few letter birds on the road, and it was solved easily, but needless to say, Dongda Road must know what happened to our Hell Swamp now." ”

"Speaking of which, the dwarf's side ......" Nilu was about to open his mouth when he was reluctantly interrupted by Big R: "Don't mention it, do you know what the concept of the five iron-bladed cars that were damaged in order to stop Lao Wang in the place of bones?" Fernia on the dwarf's side didn't say anything on the surface, and the favor owed must be to wait for Brother Suo's position to be stable before the lion opens his mouth, this kind of debt is better to be less. ”

At noon, through the high scorching sun of early summer, the ground of the hell swamp finally ushered in a rare moment of sunshine, and the perennially moist silt and rotten grass showed a cobalt blue like crude whale oil because of fermentation.

The smell of hell swamp never makes people happy---- who wants to smell rot?

If the Kingdom of the Double Crown is the mouth of the West Road, and the local products, wines and spices, gold pearls and jade shellfish, classic books and paintings from other places are swallowed by this mouth, the Golden Plain is the heart of the West Road, which continuously produces food for the whole continent, and the Gwilson bell is the lungs of the West Road, the largest forest coverage, and the most quiet living environment, then the hell swamp is probably the stomach of the West Road.

The Swamp of Hell digests the lowliest, the worst, the least liked things, and transforms them into deep fertility that nourishes the vast expanses of tropical plants on the ground.

Corpses, decompositants, production waste, garbage, premature babies, whipped and crippled slaves, wild dogs with their last breath, everything that was not needed was discarded here, and finally sank into a watery swamp and was never to be seen again, and from time to time someone dug up small objects unknown from a hundred years ago in the muddy soil of the Hell's swamp, and the strange, tentacled statue of the evil god was mutilated. Fossilized teeth the size of a palm, broken spears and swords, etc., make this place a paradise for scavengers.

The afternoon sun shines through the thick ebony leaves, shining on the tips of the buds that have begun to sprout at the bottom, rotting to a beautiful beauty, and there is an incredible hint of sacredness.

Devouring and corrupting ends, and it is also the beginning of all life.

At the same time, on the East Road, on the Emerald Valley Star Picking City, the new city lord Heijia and Brother Tiger were fighting on the chessboard, and a strange carrier pigeon with black feathers and white head flew down the window, and its eyes were dazzling purple and red, like garnets.

Hei Jia took off the small paper scroll on the leg of the carrier pigeon, and ate it one by one without an expression behind the ten lines: "The tomb of the rebellious king was found on the side of the Hell Swamp, and the old king wants to find the field where the Chamber of Commerce is buried from inside." ”

Brother Hu was thinking about the menacing pawn crossing the river in front of him, and he was choosing whether to replace the car: "It's a good thing, at least Dongda Road is no longer a backwater, and fighting to die is better than watching people make their own ancestral wealth." ”

"The dwarves of the West Road don't seem to be moving at all...... Brother Tiger realized that he was walking and frowned: "It's one of the three families of the West Road, and Noah and the elves seem to have always excluded the dwarves. ”

"Very realistic" Hei Jia said lightly: "Hesitation symbolizes failure, the dwarves only had one god in Europe back then, but unfortunately this god indulged in mountains and rivers all his life, wandering the remains, it seems that he did not leave a complete blood, even the clan has not been established, most of the dwarven rebellion in later generations is just under the pretense of the name of his descendants, nine out of nine are fakes, such as that Oris, not to be blocked in the wind blade waste mine, do you think the dwarves have thought about standing up for her?" They deserve to be locked in the bronze mountain. ”

"That's not necessarily ......" Brother Hu seemed to think of something, and smiled slightly: "General, you lost,"

Heijia scratched his head: "Yes, I'm here to ask for the wine money tonight." ”

Brother Hu was in a good mood and asked casually, "Do you want to bring more people or something this time?" It also made the recruits in the Emerald Valley suffer more tests. ”

"No" Hei Jia waved his hand: "The spy said, the entrance to the royal tomb is narrow, and only two people can stay in parallel, and the air is thin, so no matter which force dares to bring a large number of troops this time, but the two families on Solney Road must be monolithic to the outside world, you only need to pay attention to these two forces, other expeditions, outlaws, thieves, merchant groups or something can immediately cooperate temporarily, if you find ill intentions, you can ...... when necessary."

Black Armor pressed a midsummer disturbing fly to death with one finger: "It's no wonder that we are." ”