The wilderness of the Shadowlands is desolate and silent.

The interior of the Shadowlands in the Underworld is very complex, but relatively speaking, the most common is the wilderness, which is often inhabited by many goblins, big-eared monsters, and some orcs.

The desolate wilderness is full of dangers, not just from the wandering sapient swarms, but more from the unintelligent chaotic monsters. The Shadowlands have long been regarded as a "place of exile" by the terrestrial world, because of the countless terrifying monsters in its harsh environment, and many ancient evils that have become extinct in the terrestrial world can be found here.

In this corner of the dangerous wilderness, the figures of the two black-robed men stood out particularly abruptly.

The two black-robed men were wearing a wide black-robed cloak, the pitch-black cloak was as deep as the night, and the wide hoods hid their faces in the shadows, strolling through the treacherous wilderness, these two guys seemed to be particularly calm, their steps maintained a slow rhythm, seemingly slow but after a while to walk a long distance.

Mysterious and spooky.

This is the feeling that these two humanoid beings bring to people.

It was impossible to distinguish their race and gender, and the only thing that stood out was a black-robed man carrying a huge weapon behind his back.

It was a greatsword-like weapon, covered in a mixture of dark gold and pitch black, with strange and intricate edges that gave this weapon a strange style, it didn't have the sharp blades of a greatsword, it was more of a blunt weapon than a sword. If Rhodes had been here, he would have been amazed by the casting technique, which was made using an ancient forging technique that was almost perfect.

This is a murderous weapon full of almost extreme violent beauty.

The thin black-robed man carried such a huge weapon on his back, like a dwarf wielding a giant's hammer, full of incongruous disobedience. Although the weapon looked very heavy, the black-robed man walked without the slightest sense of stagnation.

- [Lifting weights lightly]!

This black-robed man had at least comprehended a [weightlifting] specialty, and his control of his body strength had reached a terrifying level, not only because he was carrying a weapon on his back, but because the distance between each step he took and the strength of the soles of his feet were almost at their most perfect.

In addition to the black-robed man with a strange weapon on his back, there is also a more subtle indication of their identity is that the cuffs of the black robe are tattooed with a sign of dark golden eyes.

It was a featureless sign.

In the entire Ash Continent, the tissues marked by the eyes add up to eight hundred, if not a thousand. Many mage organizations like to use the eye as their organizational symbol, they believe that the eye represents the spirit of pursuing truth, the most famous is a famous mage organization in the north [Eye of Truth].

There are also a lot of evil organizations that they also like to use their eyes as signs. For example, cults that believe in evil creatures like the Eye Demon, their totems are also eye-like. There are also some of the more spooky bandit groups that also like to use symbols like the "Pupil of the Night".

Generally speaking, these symbols have their own organizational philosophy and symbolism, but the dark golden eyes of the black-robed man in front of him really don't belong to any of the larger organizations known.

…………

These are two extremely dangerous characters.

They strolled calmly and calmly in the wilderness, like two elegant nobles strolling in their own back garden, even if they were covered by black robes, they could not hide their calm temperament. Suddenly, the black-robed man without a weapon stopped in his tracks, and his eyes hidden in the shadows slowly opened, like stars in the night, and his strange eyes fell to a certain position in front of him.

Also stopped was his companion.

Roar!

A roar of anger came from afar, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

A moment later.

The figures of the two black-robed men turned into an afterimage, turning into a thin line at an extremely fast speed, and almost instantaneously crossed most of the wilderness, coming to the place where the roar came from.

In front of them was a huge deep pit, and a hideous and terrifying figure collapsed there with a threat that could not breathe.

White Dragon!

This is an adult white dragon, although it is the weakest dragon of the five-colored dragon species, but the adult white dragon must also be a legendary powerhouse to be qualified to defeat.

At this time, this adult white dragon, which exuded cold air and dragon might, was already dying. The scales of the white dragon in the fledgling stage are reflected like mirrors. As we age, this luster fades, and in older years, grayish-blue and light-gray scales mingle with white. And the scales of the white dragon in front of him tend to light gray, it should be a white dragon that has just become an adult.

The huge body, about sixty feet tall, struggled in the pit, and several huge wounds on its hideous but beautiful body were constantly weakening its strength, and some special light was emitting from the wounds, which constantly prevented the dragon's powerful healing force from healing on its own.

Precious dragon blood flowed down the wound, and in a short time, it was already the size of a puddle.

Dragon's blood is an extremely precious magical material.

Like this white dragon, it is a cold dragon, its blood has a strong cold air, although jumping directly into the bath may be frozen into ice cubes, but it is still good to use it to make precious dragon blood elixir.

The two black-robed men obviously knew the origin of this white dragon, and they were not surprised to encounter a white dragon living in a cold region in the Shadow Realm.

Throwing the precious dragon into the pit, the two black-robed men continued to walk forward without hesitation.

In front of them.

The once desolate and neat wilderness was now full of potholes, and some of the remaining traces of battle released an astonishing radiation of energy, which was enough to kill any low-level adventurer. From these traces, it is impossible to imagine what a terrible battle was experienced here not long ago.

If Rhodes was here, he could even tell from these traces that there were more than four Legendary-level professionals fighting here.

…………

Not far from the front of the black-robed man.

Leaning against a large rock, a middle-aged man was coughing up blood, a man of typical human appearance, with blond sun-like hair and a knife-like face that made him look resolute.

With a broken sword, the man leaned against the rock and gasped, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. On his body, a cuirass was beaten to tatters, and the enchanted light that flowed from the remaining pieces of the cuirass could tell that this cuirass was of extraordinary quality.

Such a high-level cuirass was beaten like this, and one can imagine what a difficult battle the man went through.

"Ahem......"

He kept coughing up blood from his mouth, feeling the continuous loss of life force in his body, the man's eyes that should have been bright gradually dimmed, his thoughts began to fly, and in the last moments of his life, he thought of many things.

Like in many old movies, this legendary man lived his life in his mind as if he were watching a movie.

There have been glory, pride, and regret......

"I'm going to die......"

Muttering to himself, the man trembled and raised his bloodied left hand, looking at the familiar ring on his left hand, a smile appeared on his face, and in an instant, the smile faded and turned into unspeakable regret and anger.

Just as the man was about to sleep forever in this forgotten place with regrets, two hazy figures appeared in front of him.

"You're old!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and the man's gloomy face struggled to raise his head as if it had returned to the light when it heard it.

Raising his head with difficulty and stubbornness, he looked at the familiar face under the black robe in front of him in disbelief, and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...... You're not dead. ”

"Ahem...... They...... They...... In Stormwind...... Protect them! ”

In front of the black-robed man, the man coughed violently, a large amount of blood continued to gush out, he proudly raised his trembling left hand, kissed the ring gently, and slept forever with a free and easy smile on his face.

This proud man!

The black-robed man watched his passing quietly like this, the black-robed man with a huge weapon on his back did not have a trace of fluctuation in his eyes hidden in the shadows, watching this familiar man pass away in such a posture, he did not have the sadness and pain he imagined, unexpectedly, he witnessed everything very calmly.

Maybe it's not calm.

It's sad numbness.

There have been too many people in the life of the black-robed man, and he has long been numb to everything.

"Stormwind...... Jie Ji ...... I just received news from the skeleton, and it seems that someone happened to move the treasure he left behind, and we happened to stop by! ”

The black-robed man who was silent on the side let out a strange laugh, the laughter was so harsh, he said in a hoarse voice, "Stormwind City, I seem to smell a hint of conspiracy!" I'm looking forward to it! ”

"To Stormwind!"

Coldly spat out a word, and the black-robed man with a huge weapon on his back interrupted his companion's words. Without saying a word, the two of them quickly disappeared into the desolate wilderness.

After a long time, a gentle breeze blew.

The sound of the weeping wind caress here, a stubborn man sleeps proudly here, and not far away, the corpses of three legendary powerhouses are also silently telling something.

He was a proud man.

When a legendary knight's hand holding a sword began to tremble, he was actually dead, but some worries and some fetters were still supporting him, and the moment the black-robed man appeared, he was stubborn and finally chose the proudest way to die.

- "True as steel, straight as iron." ”

At the feet of the originally black-robed man, the wind blew away the dust, revealing a sentence similar to an epitaph.