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There are three legendary troubadours.

All of them are monster-like beings, they can cast legendary spells like wizards, master legendary combat skills like warriors, and escape into the shadow plane like thieves. These three legendary troubadours appeared in different eras, but their abilities are all very terrifying, as the most soy sauce professionals, that is, the model of everything will be sparse, there have been such unreasonable monsters in the troubadour!

The poets of hell are one of them.

Legend has it that before his fall he was a psalmist, a devotee of a god, and later he was seduced by the Lord of Hell and eventually fell into the embodiment of evil.

There aren't many records of the poets of hell, but his legacy is remarkable.

He's killed a total of sixteen Legendary-level professionals!

And he also created the "Apocalypse - Hell Prologue" among the three forbidden songs, it is said that this forbidden song has a total of six sections, and the power of each section is equivalent to the eight-ring spell. If these six sounds match, it is the legendary 'Hell Come', a legendary spell with terrifying power. He was one of the most active Native Legend Professionals in the turbulent years, successfully taking out three weak gods who mastered the Musical Priesthood, and using this as an opportunity to become the Evil God who controlled the Musical Priesthood.

The Poet of Hell was also a master of blasphemy, and there were many people from the evil camp who worked for him in exchange for power!

If what is written on this dossier is true. Then he must have performed the first stanza of "Apocalypse - Prologue to Hell", which casts despair as a spiritual imprint into the minds of the other spectators present, and if the will cannot resist this force, they will commit suicide after feeling endless despair. The name of the Chant City Sauron had heard of, and it seemed to be some distant city, and he couldn't remember if it had happened, he hadn't been to such a remote place at all.

There are many mysterious powers in this world.

Some of the realms mastered by the Depository Zài are completely beyond the imagination of mortals!

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The caravan mistress fell silent, she took a deep look at Sauron, and asked, "Are you leaving today?" ”

Sauron nodded lightly and replied, "Yes." ”

The caravan's hostess's expression was obviously a little complicated. Looking at Sauron's expression, there was still a hint of nastyness, and he said in a deep voice, "That's good." I'll go with you. ”

"Huh?!" Sauron looked up in surprise and said, "Why?" ”

The caravan hostess glanced at him not very happily, and said in a condensed voice: "I don't worry about Vivien, your strength is impossible to protect her when encountering some dangers. I don't want to see her put her in danger because of your stupidity, and if it weren't for the fact that she really cares about you, I'd like to teach you a good lesson! ”

Sauron was a little speechless, but he could sense that the caravan mistress cared about Vivien.

There were some things he really couldn't say, because it wasn't time yet, but the caravan hostess in front of him made him feel much friendlier. Nothing else, but her concern for the little girl alone was enough to make Sauron feel good.

The caravan mistress glanced at him, and then said, "I'll send you all the way to the elven realm. Then I'll teleport back to the Northlands on my own. ”

For a moment.

Sauron was tempted to tell her that the Northland was also the center of chaos, but in the end he forced it back.

Perhaps it would be better to reveal something to her when the time was more ripe and the believers of the gods could not contact them. It was also the beginning of a turbulent year. Because it takes at least half a month on this journey, and it adds up to a month before and after, it is impossible for all the gods not to respond to the prayers of any believers within a month. Until that time. Many of the world's powerful organizations are aware of certain upheavals in the realm of the gods.

This period of silence lasted for two years, and many believers in the gods became panicked.

Some priests of evil gods have tried to perform evil rituals in an attempt to attract the attention of the gods, but in the end nothing has happened. Many priests of good gods also held large-scale ceremonies, and the elven kingdom even held a grand special ceremony, wanting to summon the consciousness of the [Father of Oaks] to descend, but in the end, there was no gain. The reason Sauron remembers this very well is that the ritual summons the legendary Queen of Dryads (a natural incarnation) and then has a mortal associate with her.

It is also an ancient ritual to heal the wounds of the forest.

"You wait here." The caravan mistress glanced at Sauron, then walked towards the secret room behind her, and said in a deep voice, "I have to prepare something, and Vivien needs to prepare it too." We set off around noon. ”

Sauron nodded and didn't retort.

After about half an hour, the lovely figure of the little girl appeared in front of her, and she put on her original clothes, and her little feet were cleanly washed deerskin boots. She walked up to Sauron rather proudly, sat down on his lap, and then raised her feet and said, "Look, brother! Vivien has grown up! These shoes are just right to wear. ”

Sauron didn't speak, just kissed her on the top of the head.

The little girl has a few bits and pieces on her body, but it doesn't look like a pure ornament, but more like some extraordinary-quality prop. Sauron definitely didn't doubt the richness of a high-ranking Northland witch, she was definitely a typical white rich beauty in this world, and she was also the kind of city lord level. The Council of Witches already ruled most of the cities of the Northlands, and the high-ranking members of them were almost equivalent to owning a large amount of private territorial wealth.

When the figure of the caravan mistress reappeared, Sauron couldn't help but be stunned.

It's not that the other party is anything special, in fact, the caravan hostess is just wearing an ordinary gray robe, which almost covers her entire body, if you don't look closely, I'm afraid even you can't tell the difference between men and women. However, the other party's dress made him look a little familiar, as if he had seen it before.

This was certainly not from Amber City to White Horse City, but an impression in his memory.

He thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember it, so he put it aside for the time being, some things could not be remembered in full, after all, fleeting impressions are easy to forget.

They departed at noon.

The caravan hostess prepared a carriage, and many caravans had already left in front, and the road to Fallen Leaf City was basically opened, but there would still be some scattered monsters in the wilderness, which was unavoidable. The ancient red dragon should still be building its own lair, and there will be no major incidents in a month or two, which is a relatively peaceful period for the time being.

If you don't count the gradual spread of the peeling event.

Whitehorse City is now like the original Amber City, and there is obviously panic spreading in the city, and the White Horse Guards, who have just experienced a big battle, are a little angry, and seem to be eager to take out those degenerates and hang them immediately. Because of the power of the caravan hostess, they easily checked it, and then Sauron began to drive the carriage and led the two of them in the direction of Fallen Leaf City. The carriage is custom-made and very smooth and comfortable inside, without feeling the slightest bump.

The hostess of the caravan lay lazily in the carriage, and a special incense was lit next to it, which smelled very good.

The little girl sat beside her and read a book, asking her if she didn't understand, occasionally looking up at Sauron in front of the carriage, and when she was bored, she would climb out and sit next to him, watching the scenery around her go backwards. After looking at it for a while, he got back into the carriage, took out the delicate snacks from his small pocket, and put them into Sauron's mouth with his hands with a look of dedication.

Maybe it's because there is an extra high-level master.

This time the journey looked more like a tour, and the caravan hostess always pulled out a lot of things out of thin air, squinting lazily and napping, while answering the little girl's endless questions. (To be continued......)