The Minotaur Chief and the Queen of the Dead below were almost the first to come to their aid, and the figures of two mythical dragons fell from the sky, and Croclus and Karacostaz instantly landed on the path of the two, grinning at the two.

The meaning is obvious, this way is not going to work!

The whole world was silent, everyone watched blankly, the two giant beasts of the Tower of Dusk, the supreme and invincible six prophets, flanked and attacked frantically in the middle, while the two mythical dragons next to them, as if clearing the field, kept the other party's mythical powerhouses out, and Telegosa was suspended vigilantly in the air.

Countless people gasped, their faces full of horror, such a terrifying battle, they never thought that it could be displayed in the hands of the Tower of Dusk!

Looking at the beast soul shaman who was surrounded in the middle and attacked frantically, as if he was beaten by a group, many adventurers had an inopportune thought in their minds, the Tower of Dusk was like beating people, however, this beating people was that there were three mythical-level dragons to clear the field, and the two demigod beasts did it themselves!

This world is simply crazy!

Ashur's arm had also fully recovered at this time, and after moving his arm again, Ashur's gaze turned and fell outside the city, where a steady stream of adventurers from the Blood Elf Alliance poured out of the city, constantly galloping along the plain.

Previously, Ashur had not had the time to pay attention to them, and the Blood Elf Alliance had restrained Ashur when the three major prophets had restrained Ashur, and they marched boldly under his nose, and the army of nearly one million levels had not left a small part until now, and their target was the two major union adventurer troops who were preparing to attack the Dark City.

The corners of Ashur's mouth hooked up a playful smile, this group of people from the Blood Elf Alliance was really bold and reckless, and they actually marched from under Ashur's nose, as if he didn't exist.

If before, there was still pressure on the field, Ashur would definitely not pay attention to them, but now that the situation has been controlled, how can Ashur let them go?

Ashur has no enmity with them, and those who have enmity with him are hostile adventurers, but these adventurers are under the protection of powerful beings like the six prophets, and if they want to do something against them, they must pass this level.

This is also why, cross-faction guild wars have rarely been successful, because to completely destroy the opponent, you must have the strength to surpass them, and before that, no one thought that the Tower of Dusk could.

But now, they believe!

This is an unparalleled domineering, as if to announce to the Blood Elf Alliance that the faction forces are not your reliance, no matter who you are, no matter how big the backer is, as long as you provoke the Tower of Dusk, destruction is the only end!

The Split Dragon Emperor is very strong, the six prophets are very strong, and even the heavily defended city used to be a huge challenge for the Tower of Dusk, but now, Ashur has gone all the way, passing five levels, killing six generals, taking out the terrifying hole cards one by one, and solving them one by one.

In the end, there was nothing standing between Ashur and the Blood Elf Alliance.

The prophet and the beastmaster can't stop it, and Asher crosses the camp to carry out this vigorous war of destruction!

Ashur's figure flashed, and in the next second, it appeared above the heads of the Blood Elf Alliance Guild troops, and almost instantly, there was a commotion in the neat army below, and a huge uproar broke out, mixed with fearful exclamations, and countless tribal adventurers raised their heads and looked at the black-robed mage standing above their heads as if they had seen death.

Ashur didn't linger, flashed several times in a row, left the Dark City, and flew towards the battlefield not far away, where the vanguard of the Blood Elf Alliance had already exchanged fire with the two major guilds.

The situation in the Undercity, Asher was fully handed over to the Death Knight, he believed that it could be completely controlled, and all his mythical equipment was also left there, because Landnaru had to rely on more than double-digit mythical equipment to exist, and once the mythical items were taken away, Landnaru would also fall apart in an instant.

The current Yashu, without mythical equipment, is just an epic master.

However, in the past, Yashu did not have mythical-level equipment, so he did countless earth-shattering feats that will be remembered forever, and now that he has advanced to the epic, what is the difficulty?

When everyone starts their own battle, or embarks on a journey, no one knows, somewhere in this Kadolin world.

It was a deserted cemetery, with thick dark clouds covering the sky, the withered branches swaying gently in the breeze, making a little crunch, and two crows standing on the branches, croaking from time to time, turning their dark eyes to look around.

It was already night, and the bright and cold moonlight fell from the sky, as if to clothe the earth with a lonely and desolate silver veil, making this cemetery look more and more strange.

At this moment, a little bit of warm white holy light gradually emerged from the woods not far away, in this white light, the dead branches seemed to see the ashes of the flames, and quickly disappeared into invisibility, and the white light became more and more intense, and after a while, two figures walked out of the woods.

The two men, one tall and one short, the tall one was wearing a sunset cloak on a black background, with a black priest's robe inside, black hair and black eyes, and the one next to him was a small dwarf, wearing a red and purple warlock cloak, and followed the human, holding a hideous green skull in his hand.

The skull's eye sockets were constantly emitting a rich purple light, and circles of ripples like probes swept around, and at a certain moment, the purple in the skull's eyes suddenly turned into a thick black mist.

"Found it!" The dwarf looked at the skull in his hand in surprise, and then walked forward quickly.

The girl in the priest's robe behind him didn't move, just watched the dwarf walk towards the target little by little, the expression on her face constantly changing, it was a complex expression mixed with joy, relief, reassurance and urgency.

After a long wait, endless pursuit, finally, here it is, it is coming to an end!

This girl is none other than the little dove, and with him is the dwarf sorcerer Decones, who has just joined the Tower of Dusk and is not even familiar with everyone, the inheritor of the Guardian of Destruction.

After the disappearance of Dolot, the fortress of glory, Decones went straight to the little dove who was still in the territory of the tribe, and the little dove did not even know how he found out, and when the dwarf warlock appeared, he only said a word.

"Come with me, you can gain unimaginable power, and then use it to help the Tower of Dusk."

It was this sentence that made the little dove follow Decones without hesitation.

For a long time, the little dove has been the most ineffective existence in the Tower of Dusk, and in the previous legendary level, relying on the shadow talent, his combat power was very strong, but now, most of the members have advanced to the epic, and even the two dwarf brothers are only one step away, which makes the little dove very helpless.

His profession is the most ordinary priest, but the glorious inheritance he wants most has not succeeded, and the shadow talent has become difficult to advance, which has led to the fact that in this era of legendary masters gradually breaking through the six-figure figure, the little dove has begun to become ordinary. .

She was the first member to join the Tower of Twilight, and was the founder of the Tower of Twilight with Asher, Ivrea, sister Artoria and Ucilar, but watching the members who joined later, the awakened death knights, Vivien, and Natalie, one by one, exert their terrifying abilities for the team and help the Tower of Twilight clear the obstacles again and again, the little dove didn't say anything.

But in his heart, he was very lonely, and the little dove could be said to be the most inconspicuous member of the Tower of Dusk, because as a priest, his combat power was now not even as good as that of Jason Fei, who was also a mage of the four elements after all.

As for the two little gnomes, one of them was fifteen years old and the other was only sixteen. Who can ask how strong the fighting power of two little children is? Moreover, the two of them work together, and they are also one of the few existences in the legendary level.

This made Xiao Jiu unwilling, not out of jealousy of her teammates, but because she felt that in this team, she was gradually reduced to mediocrity, and she couldn't do anything for her teammates, she could only accept the contributions of her teammates.

For his sake, Asher attacked the tribe in a big way. The goal is his glorious relic, and the teammates of the Tower of Dusk also fight and fight hard one by one for this goal, which makes the little dove feel very uncomfortable, he doesn't want to blindly accept the efforts of others, he also wants to do something.

This feeling reached its peak when he saw Landnaru summoned by the Tower of Dusk and the Death Knight dropping straight to the first rank.

So. Here she comes!

Come for the sake of power!

As the most indisputable priest profession in the world, the little dove has never shown too much desire for equipment, profession, and rank. It wasn't until he met Asher and joined the Tower of Twilight that he began to realize what he had to do for his teammates. However, in Ivrea, the Death Knight, one by one, advanced epics. surpassed him, and even members like Natalie, who joined later, were all contributing to the team.

The little dove desperately felt that he needed strength!

With strength, you can protect your teammates, protect your team, and even, fight for the Tower of Dusk, help the person who stands at this apex, help the team that stands at the apex, and conquer everything.

For Decones, the little dove still trusts him, and his Divine Praise Set was found with the help of Decones, so he doesn't know what the dwarf warlock has planned, but he still came!

And Decones walked into the cemetery at this time, this cemetery does not know when it existed, the age is extremely old, walking in the cemetery, the surrounding tombstones are somewhat broken, and even many are tombless tombs, but occasionally one or two stone slabs are exposed, and the names engraved on them are enough to be appalling!

Imperial mythical warlock, Calderón? Siscario......

Horde mythical warrior, Gruul? Hell Roars......

Horde demigod druid, Mooney? Hoof of Honor......

Every powerful person who has reached the mythical level has his own unique emblem, and there is almost nothing on these tombstones, only a simple emblem, and a name, but it is enough to make anyone who sees it shocked.

This is a place where I don't know how many tribes and empires have been buried, since its inception, the mythical and even demigod-level powerhouses who have become famous and powerful in the world, after their deaths, either there are no bones left, and those who can have a cemetery are basically here.

This is a mixed cemetery of unknown origin, but what is shocking is that the two strong men of the two camps, who were inseparable in life, will be buried together after death.

"It's strange, it's around here, which one is it." Decones muttered, paused in front of one tombstone after another, looking at the names on them, for some tombless tombs, they were directly turned up, revealing the bones in them, after so long, even the bones of mythical powerhouses have become worthless, the Broken Bone Emperor has only been dead for thousands of years, and these people have been buried here for at least tens of thousands of years......

The little dove looked around, behind him, he was carrying a magic staff, this magic staff, no one in the Tower of Dusk had ever seen it, this was a very simple wooden staff, just a faint closer look, you can see that there are black inscriptions engraved on it.

The little dove's eyes swept around, and at a certain moment, he suddenly stayed on a tombstone, which was missing a corner and was very weathered, but the little dove still walked over involuntarily, and then squatted down in front of the tombstone, gently stretched out his hand, wiped the dust off it, and revealed the name on it.

Unlike other tombstones, the name on it made the little dove jump in a sudden beat and his eyes widened at the first sight.

Sub-god priest, nameless.

Nameless...... In other words, the owner of this tombstone did not leave a name, but ...... His strength has reached the terrifying sub-god level!

This is the first time that the little dove has come into contact with the mythical class, even if it is just the grave of the mythical powerhouse.

Sub-god level, that is, god-like existence, is a real god, and when they die, they rarely leave a cemetery, let alone in such an ordinary place. And, strangely, no name was left.

As a sub-god-level deity, not to mention that everyone knows it, at least it is also famous all over the world.

Originally, Xiao Gu still felt that there were so many mythical-level, demigod-level powerhouses buried around here, which was very unusual, but when he saw the tombstones of sub-god-level powerhouses, he didn't feel it anymore.

It is simply a privilege for a sub-mythical powerhouse to be buried in a cemetery.

Whose graveyard is this?

Sub-god-level powerhouse. It is impossible to die naturally, as the law itself, heaven and earth have given them an endless lifespan, and there is only one possibility to die, and that is to be killed!

Just as the little dove was squatting in front of the tombstone in a daze, a figure came over and patted him on the shoulder from behind, and a deep voice rang out.

"Whose tombstone is this?"

The little dove turned his head suddenly. But he was suddenly stunned, and the person who appeared behind him had a white beard and an old face. However, dressed in a purple-red cloak, with crystal purple eyes, there was no sign of old age at all, and this man stood there. It just feels amazing.

The old man smiled, did not speak, but walked slowly to a tombstone next to him. He hesitated slightly, but he still stretched out his hand, not using a spell, but using his palm, and gently brushed away the dust on it, revealing a clearly recognizable, apparently recently carved inscription.

The Nine Guardians of the Empire, the Mythical Warrior, Roque? War Guardian.

"This ......" The little dove's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the tombstone not far away, ...... This inconspicuous tombstone is actually buried as a war guard?

Originally, when Artoria received the War Guardian inheritance, they thought that the War Guardian was still alive, but no one went to Artoria to confirm, who would have thought that the War Guardian, who lived in seclusion to Blade Mountain, was actually dead and buried here.

"The Nine Great Guardians are buried here?" The little dove didn't know who the old man who suddenly appeared was, and asked sluggishly.

The purple-robed old man smiled slightly, his smile was mixed with a little loneliness, nodded, and walked to a stone tablet again, the little dove involuntarily stood up and followed him forward, Decones no longer knew where to run.

He stopped beside the stele, not far from this stele, there was another stele, the old man stretched out his hand again, a light wind blew, and at the same time swept away the dust of the two tombstones, the two tombstones were obviously older, but the little dove still saw very clearly.

Empire, mythical thief, Edwin? Van Cleef.

Empire, Nine Guardians, Mythical Thieves, Carter? Shadow Guardian.

The corners of the little dove's eyes twitched fiercely, of course he had heard of the names of these two people.

The founder of the famous Defia Brotherhood, Edwin? Van Cleeff is also the former owner of the two Van Cleeff Thorns of Vengeance in Vivien's hands, and next to him is the dwarf thief who died in the glorious battle five thousand years ago, the Shadow Guard.

He knew that there were countless connections between the two of them, so much so that Vivian, who was the inheritor, had obtained the weapon of another mythical-level powerhouse.

But no one thought that the two of them could be buried here.

The purple-robed old man didn't care, and continued to walk forward, brushing away the dust from the tombstones, revealing the shocking names on them, and even the little dove saw the name of the Necronomicon Killing Prophet.

Empire, Nine Guardians, Mythical Mage, Bugatti? Dean? Arcane Guardian.

Empire, Nine Guardians, Mythical Mage, Bryan? Flame? Flame Guard.

……

Along the way, from shock, to sluggishness, to numbness, he has seen countless mythical characters in this historical story...... of the grave.