The members of "Jackal of the Wild" looked like an invisible wall, discharging billowing flames and smoke, and the humanoid demon that came out of the red-colored building, the terrifying and evil bloody aura that seeped out of the bone marrow, shocked them into completely losing control of their bodies.

When the cobweb-like crack collapsed from behind the humanoid creature shrouded in blood-colored flames, the building was burned with flames, and everyone couldn't help but cry, was this still the gentle-looking young mage apprentice just now?

"And you forced me!"

And when the distorted voice with a strange trilling sound sounded, everyone looked desperately at the fist shrouded in blood flames, a black iron ring in the shape of a bone and jawbone, which was frantically absorbing blood flames, and gradually formed a terrifying creature, which seemed to be a demon that was struggling out of another plane, and they even heard a terrifying roar from the bottomless abyss, and a mysterious and inexplicable terrifying laughter.

Just when the blood-colored demon was about to take shape, a burst of spatial fluctuations came, and a group of mages instantly appeared around him. It's a group of ** divisions!

A short arcane spell sounded, and everyone felt that the space seemed to be frozen, and even the flames that were coming out of the burning ruins were strangely still, and the human form composed of blood flames, the blood flame demon that was taking shape, also wailed, and quickly retracted into the black iron ring, shrouded in humanoid blood flames, and shrouded in the blood flames of the human form, which also shrank back like the ebbing tide of the sea, and was suppressed in the body of the mage apprentice, leaving only a pair of terrifying eyes that were crystal blood.

The deep cave opened by the [Bone Storm], which was not successfully released, was slowly and forcibly closed, swallowing the Blood Flame Demon by the way, and there seemed to be an unwilling roar in the space, or a strange strange laughter, and the ugly mask that originally fell to the ground automatically floated up without wind and buckled on the face of the mage apprentice!

However, the Blood Flame Demon that had retracted into the black iron ring seemed unwilling to stop there, and the scarlet Blood Flame burst out, almost unable to react quickly, and the cracks that had faintly appeared on the original mask, "Click! Suddenly, directly from the forehead, directly to the jaw, although it has not yet broken, but in the gap, there are tiny blood-colored tongues of fire, licking the crack, as if trying to melt the crack that imprisons it bigger.

Wutong, who had been stunned for a while, the blood color in a pair of blood pupils gradually receded, his eyes became clear, and he looked left and right in a daze, his eyes fell on the fist that stretched out, and the black iron ring that was burned by the blood flame turned into a red black iron ring, which was melting on his fingers, turning into drops of molten iron, slipping from his fingers, splashing on the ground and penetrating in.

Strangely, he didn't feel the pain at all, but a black skeletal jawbone imprint was burned on the finger with the ring, and as the ring melted, it gradually disappeared, or disappeared under his skin.

The startled Wutong quickly touched his fingers, and it was gone! It's really gone!?

Although this Bone Eater Ring has caused him a lot of trouble, the [Curse] of [+3] has a very rebellious caste, which can inflict [Fear] +4 status on enemies, and it comes with "Spell Damage +30, Bone Storm [Level 1]"!

Although he can't take it off, the title of [Destroyer] has given him a series of supernatural abilities such as [Fear], [Corpse Eater], [Corroding Stomach Pouch], etc., which is his biggest killer weapon, although using this ability will lead to deeper and deeper falls, but I have to say that when you really want to fight hard, this thing is definitely a big killer weapon for the Buddha to block and kill the Buddha, and the god to block and slaughter the god!

If it was really gone, his magic injury would have to go back a lot!

But when Sycamore checked his surname, he found that although the ring was gone, the surname remained, as if he had a negative buff status, and had a [cursed] state.

After that, the ring disappeared, which didn't seem to be a bad thing, not only freed up a place for him to wear the ring, but also eliminated the trouble of needing to consume 10,000 bones every day to feed.

You must know that when he was on the Island of Trials, in order to feed this bottomless pit-like ring, he had to collect a large number of bones in the hands of the craftsmen of the islands through the "Zhudao Chamber of Commerce".

"What's the matter?"

Wutong was confused for a while, just now he was in a trance, and he only felt that he was impulsively planning to fight with the leader of "Jackal of the Wilderness", but as a result, a large number of ** divisions suddenly appeared, teamed up to "stop" him, and lost his ring.

The impulse that seemed to have lost his mind just now made Sycamore also scared for a while, this is not comparable to the Island of Trials, but he remembers the warning of Mr. Beria very clearly, once it is discovered that he is wearing this cursed ring, his camp has already fallen into [Chaos and Evil] and has become a [Destroyer], then what awaits him will be a joint pursuit from the entire [Good] and [Neutral] camps!

All the "Crusaders", "Defenders", and "Inquisitors" institutions and organizations of the Good Camp Sect will become his enemies, and he, a small mage apprentice, is absolutely unable to resist the pursuit of the members of these institutions.

"What an impulsive young man!"

An old voice came from the air, and Wutong subconsciously looked up, only to see His Excellency Zemur, the dean of the Venerne Academy, and a group of ** teachers from various departments floating in the air, and his eight department teachers were also distributed on the roofs of the surrounding buildings, watching him silently.

Wutong suddenly sweated down, what did he do? How could such a big group of old men be alarmed? Doesn't it mean that there are no laws in the outer city? Isn't it because he killed a bunch of NPCs who coerced him, and he made such a big move, right?

The black-bellied, white-bearded old man looked at the building that had been completely destroyed by the Thunderstone, shook his head loudly, and waved his hand: "Get out of here, my student, if you don't want to be burned at the stake by those gangs."

With the flick of Dean Zemmour, Wutong only felt that the picture in front of him was distorted like a streamer phantom, and when he regained clarity, he had returned to Mercenary Street, and a large group of players and NPCs were crowding outside the alley he had just stepped into.

His appearance didn't seem to attract anyone's attention, even the high-level professional NPCs who surrounded the alley from all sides but were blocked by invisible barriers didn't notice that the culprit who caused this disturbance had returned to the crowd.

"What's the matter?"

Wutong himself was confused, and found that he was still carrying the dead dwarven heavy axe in his hand, scratched his head, and before anyone noticed, he stuffed it back into his backpack and squeezed towards the members of "Secret Law Group No. 44" who were gathered outside the alley to probe their brains and look in.

"Hey, hey! Don't look at it! He patted them on the shoulder from behind, which attracted their attention, and they opened their mouths wide when they turned back, looked at the alley, and then at the sycamore, pointed at him and stammered, "Uh, how did you get out?" ”

"There's no time to explain this, get out!"

Wutong lowered his voice, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd with a group of dazed guys, and hurriedly left here, he could see why His Excellency the Dean called him a flash flash, the barrier released by the ** division blocked a high-level professional from the place of the incident, and also released the [Dark Technique] to cover up the ears and eyes of people, as if he intended to cover up the accident that had just happened for him.

However, this could not completely stop the footsteps of the high-level professionals, and Wutong had already seen a group of clerics wrapped in holy light forcibly tear the barrier and enter the place where he had just stayed.

If he was caught by those clergy who served the gods and claimed to be light and righteous, Sycamore felt that although he was not really vicious, the blood flame after he took off the mask of lies, and the evil smell emanating from the abyssal breath, was enough for the sub-clergy to bombard himself.

"Your Excellency Zemmour!"

A bishop dressed in a holy light sacrifice robe looked at the ** masters in front of him with sharp eyes, his golden eyes majestically swept over the stump wall emitting black smoke, and then glanced at the one or two hundred members of "Jackal of the Wilderness" who collapsed on the ground and had fainted for some reason.

"What do you seem to be trying to hide? Is there anything serious enough to use a high-level spell like [Erase Memory] on these ordinary people? Or should you explain, what's going on with the strong smell of blood in the air? I seem to smell the abyss. ”

Zemmour shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, "Don't be nervous, old Jordan, my old friend, it's just that an accident in a summoning experiment caused a cowardly demon to slip out of the mage tower"

"Is a cowardly demon worthy of a dozen ** divisions and a group of high-level mages, ignoring the "Fairhaven Entente" and openly besieging the downtown area?"

The bishop was obviously also helpless about the old rascal Zemur, and said with a frown: "Are you planning to provoke the rules of the Arcane Council, the Royal Arcane Society, and the Theocracy?" I remember that the Entente explicitly stated that dangerous arcane experiments were forbidden in populated areas!? ”

The old man stroked his beard indifferently: "If you have to think so, it's not the first time I've been fined by these damn institutions anyway!" ”

The mage plays hooligan, and the gods can't stop it!

The bishop almost couldn't resist beating this old guy, and casually released a [Holy Light Technique], dispelling the smell of blood and the abyss aura in the space, and glanced at Zemmour, the old rascal, with a frown: "I hope you can also use this statement to explain the past when the Council inquires!" ”

With that, his figure suddenly turned into a golden phantom and disappeared, and the clergy and paladins of the various sects who had come to check on the situation with the bishop also left.

Zemmour's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes, and he snorted: "Scratch the bag!" A huge [Atmospheric Wings] suddenly opened up behind him, and he also swept over the mercenary street at an ultra-low altitude flight altitude, causing a burst of exclamations, and the rest of the ** divisions and high-level mages, with a helpless face, took a step in the air, and the figure rippled and disappeared without a trace.

Beria, who was the last to leave, glanced in the direction where Sycamore had left, sighed, and stepped into the rippling space in front of him.

Frightened out of a cold sweat, Wutong temporarily disbanded the team, and after making an appointment to meet the time and place the next day, he ran back to the Vinane Academy with a group of mages, and faced the questioning of a group of confused mage apprentices, Wutong himself was also confused.

He only remembered that because he was harassed by the kraft candy-like guys of the Canghai Branch, and was threatened by the NPC Black Society, he was very unhappy that because he was angry, he deliberately followed the thief of the "Jackal of the Wilderness" gang to their stronghold, intending to use the rare items in his hands to scare them.

Although it is relatively loss-making, it doesn't hurt them, it's not a thing to be entangled by them all the time, and in Fairhaven City, the Canghai Chapter is not only the leader of the Wanderers.

As a result, somehow, after being provoked and ridiculed by the other party for a few words, an inexplicable anger rose from his heart, and he directly bombarded the other party with a thunderbolt stone, and finally seemed to plan to kill more than 200 members of the other party with the Bone Eater Ring.

During the whole process, his consciousness seemed to be a little vague, until the ** masters appeared, he didn't figure out what was going on, he just felt strange, even if he was angry and impulsive again, there was no reason to lose his mind in Fairhaven City, take off the lie mask used to cover the camp and the abyssal breath, and also planned to use the Bone Eater Ring in those high-level NPCs that are extremely sensitive to the abyssal breath like bioradar.

"Well, anyway, I followed the demon at the time, and that's it!" Wutong briefly recounted the process, making the mages even more confused, and they all looked at the guy in front of him with strange eyes, could this guy have a split personality?

"No matter what happened, I think it's strange that such a trivial matter could lead the high-level mages of the academy to send out a group to clean up the aftermath for you?" July Liuhuo looked at Wutong suspiciously: "Could it be that you are the illegitimate son of His Excellency the Dean?" ”

Wutong was furious: "You are the bastard son of that old man!" Your whole family is the illegitimate son of that old man."

He didn't finish a word, and suddenly a hazy light flashed on his body, and the space behind him suddenly cracked a crack, like a blood basin sucking noodles, "Huh~", he sucked the unaware sycamore in, and when the space crack was about to close, Sarasi suddenly screamed, and the figure scurried, and also got in, and the two disappeared in an instant!

The sudden change frightened a room of mage apprentices, and the little girls hugged each other and screamed, even the July Flowing Fire, who was talking to Wutong, was so frightened that his little face was pale and he sat on the ground: "Oh Mom! Scare the out of me! ”

The nearest Shadow Moon and Xiang Yuan looked at each other, and Xiang Yuan exclaimed, "This is a teleportation spell?" The boss is too v587 too! ”

"Nope! Wrong! It's a summoning spell! Still called! "The Moon of Light was dumbfounded after saying it herself, and looked at everyone with each other, right? Player summoned?

"Your family is the illegitimate son of that old man!!" After Wutong finished his angry words, he suddenly looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him in a daze, and looked at himself with a rather innocent expression.

"Uh" Wutong instinctively scratched his head, looked left and right, and asked the old man in front of him stupidly: "Where am I?" ”

The old man calmly wiped the sycamore and sprayed the spit on his face: "This is the Mage Tower in the East Region of the Academy. ”

Wutong looked down at Saras, who was trembling under his armpits, and said very calmly, "Then why am I here?" ”

The old man pointed his finger at the other old man next to him: "Summoning Department ** Master Maude, your summoning department teacher's teacher." Wutong looked around for a week, and suddenly felt that the psychological pressure was so great, and whoever was surrounded by a group of white-bearded old men had to be like this.

"Little one, can you now explain why you used that forbidden ring in Fairhaven City? Didn't your teacher remind you not to touch the power of the cursed ring? That's not an evil force you can control! The old man looked at the sycamore very seriously.

Blinking his eyes, Wutong said innocently: "I said that I was forced, purely for defense, do you believe it?" ”

"Faith!"

The old man nodded, and Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, but the old man's next sentence made Wutong want to kill him: "But you did cause the turmoil in Fairhaven City, in order to cover up the abyss aura on your body for you, and to deal with the aftermath for you, the academy dispatched a total of fourteen ** masters and sixteen high-level mages, using more than thirty high-level spells and a large sealing circle, how many gold coins do you plan to pay as the loss of the academy?" ”

Fourteen ** masters, plus sixteen high-level mages, Wutong sweats wildly! How much does it cost for a mage of their level to appear? I guess one of them will cost hundreds of gold coins, right? Moreover, the more advanced the mage, either he doesn't make a move, and as soon as he makes a move, the gold coins run out, a large sealing circle? The amount of spell materials consumed by light is an astronomical amount, right?

"No money!" Wutong was very decisive with a face, "It's a fate!" The expression of looking at death as home.

"It's okay! You can go into debt! The old man smiled happily.

"Don't even think about it!"

Wutong has begun to understand the dark side of the teacher-student relationship in the mage system, and the relationship between Huang Shiren and Yang Bailao is at all, this old man clearly intends to make him a "gold coin slave", and he didn't invite them to go!

"You mean you refuse to pay?" The old man looked at the sycamore with a smile.

Wutong suddenly felt that dozens of murderous and terrifying sights suddenly came from the surroundings, and the cold sweat suddenly fell, and it seemed that it was useless to be reasonable or tricky with this gang of ** teachers

From so far away, they can all find out where they are, and a teleportation will collectively teleport over, without their own consent at all, as soon as he beckons, he will fly over, and it seems that it has no effect to play with them, he doesn't want to be called back by this gang of old men to force debts when he is training outside or exploring the ruins.

"How much gold do I have to pay for the Academy's losses?" Sycamore gritted his teeth.

"More than thirty high-level spells are calculated according to 10,000 gold coins each, and the large sealing circle is counted as 200,000 gold coins, so you only need to pay 500,000 general gold coins to the academy!" The old man said with a look of course.

Wutong gritted his teeth and gurgled: "I didn't ask you to go!" You guys are buying and selling! ”

Old man Zemur pretended not to hear this, and nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's talk about the Bone Eater ring on your hand now, I believe that as the wearer, you know its danger better than us." ”

Dangerous surname? Wutong didn't think that the Bone Eater Ring was dangerous, as for whether the evil is evil or not, the so-called evil and justice are very important to the player?

At the beginning, Mr. Beria used the trick of growing a tail to scare him, but he used it a few times, and he didn't see a long tail or anything, but the spell damage was getting higher and higher, and it seemed that it was not only harmless, but beneficial.

The only trouble is that as the number of uses increases, the curse of the ring will also be deepened, and the appetite will become bigger and bigger, from eating only 100 bones a day at the beginning, to 1,000 bones a day later, and now eating 10,000 bones a day, almost in geometric increments.

In addition, the erosion of the so-called "abyssal aura" after wearing the ring also caused him some inconvenience, but compared to the caste brought by the Bone Eater Ring, this inconvenience is acceptable if he has the Mask of Lies, which is the equipment of the masking faction.

Seeing Wutong's silent expression of non-violent non-cooperation, Dean Zemmour was not angry, and said with a smile: "Maybe you think it's nothing, but if you know the origin of this ring, I believe you won't think so." ”

"Origin?" Wutong was aroused by the old man's curiosity: "I heard Belial-sensei say that this bone eater ring cursed by demons seems to come from some mysterious ruin?" ”

"Yes, he wasn't wrong, but it's clearly more than that."

Zemmour glanced at the sycamore: "This thing was brought out of the 'dark light abyss' of the sad homeland by a group of hairy boys who didn't know the height of the sky, and even they didn't know how much disaster they brought to this continent because of their reckless behavior, although they have worked hard to make up for their mistakes, but obviously, their sins have not been atoned for!" ”

Pointing to Sycamore's already empty finger: "Cursed items like the Bone Eater Ring on your hand are not the only ones, I remember that the adventurers and mercenaries who participated in the exploration mission of the Phantom Abyss back then were mostly like migrating ant colonies, although most of them left themselves in that terrible abyss forever, paying the price for their greed and ignorance, but there are still a small number of them." The relics of the Lord of All Evil's were taken out of the abyss by some lucky boys and wandered to the countries of the mainland, and every few years, there are always some tragic stories about the relics caused by the Abyss of Gloom Light, but I didn't expect it to happen to my disciple this time. ”

Although Wutong is nominally a disciple of the chief of the previous generation of eight departments such as Beria, Zemmour, an old rascal, is very shameless to preemptively include Wutong in his own general system, Beria They are several generations shorter than this old monster, so naturally they can't rob him and can't beat him.

So now Wutong's nominal official teacher is actually only Zemmour.

In his own teacher, Beria, who is nominally regarded as the change of Wutong's "ancestor", bowed his head and stood solemnly behind the ** division, almost couldn't help but kill this stinky old guy with a [flame arrow], although he himself is also a snow-white beard, but compared with this old monster who doesn't know how many years he has lived, he is really young.

The years always seem very long for mages who have mastered the secrets of arcane law, and most mages can live longer than ordinary people, like the old man Zemmour, who is said to have participated in the "End War" of the year, and no one knows how long he has lived.

"Wondering what happens when you wear this ring? So let's see the truth, shall we? ”

The old man Zemur did not continue to continue on the topic of history, but laughed so that Wutong's heart was furious, and he was about to shake his head, but the old man's dry fingers stretched out and tapped on the back of his hand, Wutong only felt as if he had been burned by a cigarette butt, and retracted his hand violently in pain.

"What are you doing! How so? Ahh!!h ”

Wutong, who was stimulated by the strange and severe pain, screamed, and a thick blood flame appeared all over his body again, and the wanton spread of the abyssal aura also erupted, but this time, under the shroud of the mage tower, the terrifying evil abyss aura could not leak out of the mage tower, thus attracting those defenders.

After entering "Endless", although Wutong has not fought many hand-to-hand combat, and rarely has hands, he still knows his own pain settings to some extent, which is obviously beyond the limit that players can bear!

Wutong, who only felt that his whole body was on fire, struggled to look down at the back of his hand, and saw that the place on the back of his hand that was clicked by Zemmour, there was a dark red spot, like burning charcoal, flickering and emitting dark flames, and spreading rapidly, almost a few breaths, his entire palm seemed to be put into the furnace and burned, and it became charred black!

Sarath, who didn't understand what was happening, screamed, and suddenly pulled out a huge silver scythe from the void and slashed at the old man Zemur, but was imprisoned in the space by the old man's telephonic fingers, no matter how much she screamed and struggled, she couldn't move at all.

"Wind bats?"

Zemmour looked at the elemental wind batman floating in the air with interest, and then looked at the "Bellena's Death Scythe [Holy Relic]" in her hand, and said in amazement, "You still entered that place??" It's a miracle to make it out alive! Did you head your head to see Lady Luck bathing, or did you touch the thigh of Lady Disaster? How could you be exposed to so many things? The Stargazer Society, the Seven Stars Sect of the Night, and the Sea of Stars Chamber of Commerce are now in the abyss of ghostly light, tsk! Coupled with your obscure 'unknown bloodline', should it be said that you have been abandoned by the goddess of fate, or should you be said to have been favored by the goddess of luck? ”

Wutong couldn't hear the old man's chatter at this time, like the phenomenon of spontaneous combustion of the human body, spreading on his body, the whole arm has begun to "blacken", from time to time from under the skin from under the magma churning dark red flames, when his whole person turned into a burning "charcoal", from the position of the fingertips, the "charcoal" like color gradually receded, revealing a pair of sharp claws!

Then, his palms, arms, and the huge horns that emerged from his forehead, and a slender tail protruding from under his robe, he really turned into a monster!!

Raised his palm in a daze, looked at the palm of his hand covered with steel-like scales, and scraped the scales the size of copper coins on his arm with razor-sharp nails, bursting out a string of sparks, Wutong opened his mouth in disbelief, not knowing that he had exposed a mouthful of fangs, and the sharp horns on his head were straight into the back of his head like a dagger, and the slender tail behind him was thrown like a snake.

"Wow, ahh

"Don't shout!" The old man muttered, stretched out his hand and patted Wutong's head, and the traces of "demonization" on Wutong's body disappeared like melting ice.

"Ugh!" Wutong looked at his hands that had changed back in disbelief, touched his cheeks in disbelief, and stared at the old man Zemur suspiciously: "Illusion spells? ”

Zemmour said noncommittally: "If you are going to think so." ”

"That's not right! Isn't the Bone Eater Ring gone? Wutong stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and almost clubbed into the old man's nostrils, not realizing that the "blackening" just now began from where his middle finger used to wear the Bone Eater ring.

"Didn't you find out for yourself that although the ring is gone, its special surname remains in your body?"

Old man Zemmour rolled his eyes: "It's not that it's gone at all, it's that the Bone Eater Ring has completely eroded your body and integrated into your body!" If it hadn't been for the large sealing circle we used to imprison it just now, you would have turned into the monster you just looked like just now! ”

He stretched out his finger and nodded on the door of Wutong's head: "It's not just your body, your soul has been eroded by it!" That's why you're controlled by it before! ”

"I'm controlled by the ring?" Sycamore doesn't believe it, do you think it's the Lord of the Rings? ——

Tomorrow make up 3,000 for free! ——

Mournful Capital: No Population: 1,000[estimated] (98% Institutional Human, 2% Other)Specialty: No Language: Lingua Franca, Serge was once the brightest jewel of the Five Kingdoms of Galifa, but the end war destroyed all of her achievements. Soon after the war began, Serre's homeland was the target of the devastation of the armies of Cannas, Serene, and Bruland, but the final catastrophe was still unexpected. To this day, no one knows whether the cause of the catastrophe was an enemy weapon or Searle's own defenses, a well-planned plan or a mere accident. But whatever the reason, Searle's ending is irreversible. The once beautiful Serge, once the pearl of Galifa that was once the jewel of Celium, was forever stuck in history after the Great Bang of Spell Energy. The scale of the explosion has not been heard of since the destruction of Syndrek 40,000 years ago. On the day 994yk was later known as the Sad Aria, Serge vanished. And now this land is given another gloomy name, sad old place.

Dead gray mists shrouded the borders of the mournful homeland, and occasionally one could peer through the thick barrier into the desolate and dead land within. The devastated land in the mist is full of painful memories of war, forever shrouded in gray shadows, forever showing heavy scars. The ground in some areas has melted and condensed into irregular glass. In other areas, the ground is covered with chiseled ravines. Broken limbs and the remains of soldiers were scattered everywhere on the ground, and the corpses of soldiers could not even decay. It is no exaggeration to say that the Sad Lodge is now a huge natural cemetery.

The scars of the Sorrowful Homeland can never be healed, and now the power of evil spells is raging, making the monsters even more filthy and terrifying. Magical energy rains down on the shattered earth. Strange and unnatural creatures roam the area, struggling to survive. Sometimes strange magical powers even resurrect corpses and begin battles that have not been completed for a long time. In this deformed and desolate land, a charismatic mechanical man is gathering his companions and preparing to establish his own kingdom.

Hordes of scavengers brave the shattered earth in an attempt to find some valuable artwork or artifact from the ruins. Thrayne and Brulan were adamantly resistant to such illegal activities at home, but Kanas encouraged such scavenging campaigns, and those who recovered valuable or powerful items were rewarded. At this level, Canas and Sinsell (in Bruland) are constantly in competition, both desperate to know the truth behind the day of the sad aria and to buy the items found in the ruins. Free scavengers also often enter the Sad's Lands from Taranta, Dagon, and Karaken Bay, and the Vilena Elven Commandos often seek out worthy challenges here.

Politics:

The law of mourning is harsh and simple: those who enter may not survive, and those who survive must be changed forever. Whether physically, mentally, or mentally, the laws of nature operating outside the fog of dead ashes do not apply here. The dead do not decay in the mourning homeland, and the laws of nature cease to function. The lamentation of sorrow still retains its unspeakable power, transforming the living (or dead) creatures of the land, and creating monstrous monstrosities never seen in the rest of Kovaré. (Normal healing has no effect in the Saddened Homeland, and healing spells and quasi-spell abilities are disabled here.) The remnants of the mourning homeland are smarter, stronger, luckier and more cunning than the outside world. Perhaps some of the laws of nature have been distorted here, but the ultimate law of survival of the fittest has been perfectly reproduced. The weak, the slow, the unfortunate or the stupid will die here, although death is not the final destination here.

The Blade Lord has established a kingdom between theocracy and military rule here. The Organist fantasist considers himself the religious and military leader of the state. The words of the Blade Lord are both law and myth, and all the Authority must obey his commands or be destroyed. The Blade Master does not allow any Organist to leave his territory.

Organization:

Individuals living in the Land of Sorrow are powerful, but there are few powerful organizations here, and only one of the few organizations has made their home in the wasteland, while the others simply travel to the Land of Sorrow in search of treasures to increase wealth, power, or influence. Rumors also suggest that there is another group of non-belligerent operatives stationed here, but there is no evidence to support this claim.

Ikah Recycling Group: The Ikah Recycling Group is the largest cultural relics recovery group in the mourning homeland, based in the vicinity of the west bank of the Serre River. They use barges to navigate the river, and magical wagons to explore the ruins of a mournful homeland. While most of the members of the Recycling Group appear to be capable and capable, the group has no respect for life, whether it is humans or other creatures.

The Black Hand Ika (Orderly and Evil, male surname Half-Orc, Warrior Level 6) leads a mixed group of outlaws, giving up their business on the trade routes and making a living from the relics of their grief homeland. Ikka shuttles between the Axe of Kannas, Prince Otev of Sinser, and the Emerald Talons. While he often sells goods to Kanas and Sincella, Ika will keep the best collectibles for his patrons at Emerald Claw. Ika and a dozen of his men often search for artifacts around the ruins of a large city where they mourn. However, the recent encounter with the [***] fireball has not only given Ika himself a long rest, but also left him in desperate need of replenishing his lost four men.

Lords of Kara: Lords of Kara is made up of a group of pirates who inhabit the Kala rainforest southeast of Dagon. Lord of Kara by the cruel Barlow. Led by One-Eyed (chaotic evil, male surname Goblin, Barbarian level 4), he rules the goblin settlements of Dagon in the south with a policy of terror. The gang had found two ships from the fortress of Serre on the Garr, and they began to raid passing fleets in Kraken Bay, but tried to avoid better armed or other raiding fleets (although this included most of the encountering fleets). Because of this, the lords of Kara gradually sent scavengers from the south into the mourning land. With little contact outside of Dagon, Barlow had to sell all the artifacts he found to the Dunnes family's clerk in the dragon skull. The family-hired clerk, who had no family lineage, bought the artifacts from the goblins for one-third of the value of the artifacts, and sold them to Prince Otelf of Nexel for a good price.

Mezo (Urban Ruins): Mezo was originally the capital of Serre. But now the city's empty ruins stand lifelessly on the banks of the Searle River, waiting in vain for its former inhabitants to rebuild their homes. Parts of Medra collapsed, shattered to pieces by the force that had destroyed Serex. Other areas have survived rough outlines, but the only dead grey mist that remains on the deserted streets makes it hard to imagine how prosperous it once was. During the day, Mizo is silent, while at night the streets are plunged into an eerie noisy chaos. Countless ghosts linger here, roar here, and wail unwillingly here.

According to scavengers operating in the vicinity of Mead, the ghosts resemble vague human forms, hairless and transparent skin, and their entire forms appear to glow pale from the inside outward. Some scavengers believe that the ghost was the secret guard of the former Searle royal family, while others believe that the ghost was the deceased of the Searle explosion. Of course, in most cases, the true identity of the ghost does not matter, and the scavengers will try to avoid the area and kill the ghost when they are forced to do so.

Among the buildings that did not suffer major damage in the city of Mezo are the Palace of Vermiland, the Great Sanctuary of the Gods of Destiny on the hill, the lightning train station at the west gate of the city, and the famous Mezo Arena, which once attracted large audiences for games, shows, celebrations, and competitions.

Eston (small city ruins): Located in the western border region of Serre, Estun was once one of the bases of the Canies family. The explosion of Serre killed the head of the Kanies family and many high-ranking members. Since then, the Canis family has split into three parts, each commanded by a different high-ranking member of the family (cf. p. 231).

Eston was hit much harder than Mizo, as the ruins of the city and a sizable area around it are now littered with the remains of buildings and rubble. However, these brave pioneers did not stop them, and they often traveled here to search the ruins for the remaining curiosities of the Caniss.

The vicinity of Eston is now hovering with various mutated creatures as well as [***] spells created by the Big Bang. Getting to Eston was no easy task. Crossing the entire wasteland is extremely risky, and crossing Lake Aru is not much of a risk, with mutant monsters often inhabiting the bottom of the lake or wandering the shores of the lake to hunt.

Important Locations:

The Sad Homeland is a mysterious and desolate place. Some of the legendary locations are already being revealed, but most are still hidden behind a thick fog of dead ash.

Glass Plateau: The Glass Plateau is one of the products of the Searle Big Bang, twisted into a vitreous shape under unknown energy. The plateau as a whole appears flat and smooth, with occasional spike-like protrusions. The center of the plateau is composed of completely transparent obsidian, with occasional flashes of blazing fire in the depths of the black crystals. At the edge of the plateau, the glassy ground gradually lightens in color and becomes less transparent, until the cliffs at the very edge take on a creamy white color. The entire plateau protrudes above the surrounding flats.

There is no vegetation on the glass plateau, and very few creatures roam the smooth ground and sharp protrusions. However, the strange existence of [***] spells seems to be attracted, all over the plateau and its surrounding areas. It is said that the glass plateau is full of caves, and the cause of the explosion of Serre is hidden, waiting to be investigated by adventurers who are strong enough, brave enough and stupid enough.

Ruined Square: The final battle of the End War took place southwest of Serre, in the area of present-day Glass Plateau. The battle, which included Serre, Brulan, Threine and Dagon, was a scuffle of unprecedented proportions. The participants in that battle ended up with the shock wave of the Big Bang and all died that day in a sad lament. Traces of the war are still visible in the Ruins Square, which is more famous than other battlefield ruins because of the sheer number of melees. The soldiers who died four years ago on the ruins still retain their last battle appearance, and not a single one shows signs of decay or decay. Their wounds were exposed to the air, there were no abscesses and no festering. Their armor and swords remained, dimmed by the traces of age. Huge war machines, siege engines, and all sorts of intact or broken equipment also stood silently on the battlefield, standing beside those who died.

Travelers visiting the Ruins Square prayed for all the soldiers on the battlefield as the explorers who had come before them, for the bodies were so jumbled together. The knights of Serenne fell side by side with the warriors of Dagon, and the archers of Brulan pressed on the militia of Serre. They weren't undead, but they seemed even more unnatural, as if an invisible force was protecting them from the river of time. Even the mutants roaming the sad homeland do not want to disturb the tranquility of the dead.

Abyss: On the north side of the glass plateau, there is a large geological fissure that constantly emits a lilac glow. The mysterious light source of the Spectral Abyss has so far been unrecognizable from beyond the abyss (and no one who dared to enter it has ever come out alive). Mutant monsters roaming the Land of Sorrow are common, and some say that the Abyss itself is the source of these creatures. Although it has not been possible to confirm this claim, it is believed that this bizarre lilac glow is at least related to the monster's mutation. Because monsters that stay on the edge of the abyss for a longer period of time will change their appearance to a greater extent, and their appearance is more distorted and terrifying than before they were near the abyss.

(To be continued)