"He wields the magic of darkness, and the souls of the undead who should have been asleep are awakened by him and become his loyal guardians."

All the shady creatures that cannot appear in the sunlight honor 'him' and carve out a territory that belongs to him.

The Legion of the Dead has reappeared on the earth, casting a thick shadow over the hearts of those who have just received light.

Despair, fear, insecurity, and anger reappeared in people's hearts, and everyone flocked to the court of the sun god in panic and prayed for salvation from the sages of the day.

This period of time brought everyone as much depression as when the evil dragons were raging, and even more so.

After all, although the evil dragon was fierce back then, it was still flesh and blood, and in the end it was still defeated in the hands of the two great sages.

Now the rebellion of the sage of the 'moon' is like a god falling into hell for people, and the god cannot be defeated.

In particular, the undead legion that followed 'him' were the same group of warriors who had been loyal to 'him' who died in the battle of the dragon slayer.

Elves, winged tribes, orcs, and countless powerful human mages and warriors, when they were alive, they embraced 'him', were driven by 'him', and shed their blood for 'him'.

Now that they are dead, their souls have been awakened from the darkness by him, and they can no longer rest in peace, and they have crawled out of the earth again to serve him again.

Even with the encouragement of the divine court and the blessing of the saints, when people found out that their opponents were their comrades who had fought valiantly and were immortal spirits, the psychological defenses that had been built up quickly collapsed.

The opponents are lifeless undead spirits, some of whom were once among the heroes of the dragon slayer, famous and respected before they died, but after death they became feared and cursed by everyone.

Most importantly, they are not afraid of pain, they do not die, but they are still brave.

A large number of Federation soldiers died at their hands, and these dead warriors were eventually summoned by the Moon Sage to become his army of the dead.

The federation clans, which had only been stable for many years, were retreating, the bright sun was covered by haze, and the people were shrouded in despair and numb to death.

"At this time, the 'Sun' Sage led the Thirteen Saints and spent a great deal of money to seal the 'Moon' Sage in the Abyssal Land."

The battle was so terrible that the warriors of all the tribes who accompanied him were almost completely killed and wounded, and the blood flowed down the earth, almost dyeing the moonlight of the night the color of blood.

The Federation paid a terrible price, and even the 'Sun' Sage was extremely traumatized before sealing the 'Moon' Sage.

"But he's too strong."

There was still fear in the old man's eyes.

"You are the thirteen saints who followed the 'Sun' sage to drive away the evil dragon and seal the 'Moon' sage?" Girl No. 1 asked.

From the words of the blonde beauty, it can be verified that Hayas has lived for more than 300 years.

Extrapolating from time, the position of the Thirteen Saints has not changed so far.

Therefore, this group of people were saints who had participated in the sealing of the 'Moon' Sage that year, and as a personal participant in the two great battles that year, the old man mentioned the rebellion of the 'Moon' Sage back then, and the fear he revealed came from his heart, so his dignified emotions could infect others.

"Yes." The blonde beauty responded, and after hearing the old man say this, she seemed to remember the memories of hundreds of years ago, and her mood became a little sad:

"The great battle was very tragic back then, and there were a lot of heroes sacrificed."

But even so, the strength of the 'Moon' Sage is far beyond everyone's imagination, and everyone has paid a heavy price, but it is only to seal it, and the people of the Federation and the Sun Worship Court are not capable of killing a great sage who has reached the realm of demigods.

"Before he was sealed, he had said a word-" She pursed her lips, "When his 'heart' awakens, he will reappear on the mainland." ”

When the blonde beauty said this, Song Qingxiao's heart jumped:

"Heart?"

In this trial, her task is to 'obtain a pure heart', and I don't know if the awakened heart mentioned by the 'moon' sage is related to the 'pure heart' in the quest prompt.

"Hmm."

The blonde beauty nodded in response.

Her mind was still immersed in the fear of being dominated by the shadow brought by the 'Moon' Sage, and she didn't pay attention to the question that Song Qingxiao had raised.

The other trialists' faces were as usual, but a hint of discoloration flashed in their eyes, and it was clear that everyone who received the task had noticed this important information.

Song Qingxiao took in the reactions of the others and pondered for a moment at the same time.

This mission, both the trialists and the aborigines in the trial scene are divided into two different factions.

The Thirteen Saints are clearly divided into 'light' and 'darkness', and they are the disciples of the two great sages who followed the 'Sun' and 'Moon' in those days.

Although it seems that they did not betray the Federation because of the rebellion of the 'Moon' Sage, judging from the aura and camp of these people, they should not all be the apprentices of the 'Sun' Sage.

In addition to the thirteenth saint who has not yet met, Song Qingxiao boldly speculated that among the twelve saints, the blonde beauty, the old man holding the book, the mage Edward, the down-and-out swordsman, the elf, and the smiling middle-aged man, these six people not only belong to the same camp, but are also very likely to be the six saints who followed the sage of the 'sun' back then.

The remaining blue, black, and purple robes, as well as the half-orcs, the wizened old man, and the ascetics, were most likely saints who followed the sages of the 'Moon'.

If she was right, the clue would be clear.

The Thirteen Saints belong to two factions, corresponding to the light and darkness factions of the Sun and Moon sages.

And it is very likely that the trialists will be divided into two factions under the rules of this trial, corresponding to the two camps in the trial scene.

According to the rules of the previous Trials of the Gods, the missions of the Trialists belonging to different factions are also diametrically opposed.

Then Song Qingxiao's task is to 'obtain a pure heart', and the task received by the camp corresponding to her is very likely to be 'destroy a pure heart'.

After figuring this out, Song Qingxiao's heart settled down a little.

Her eyelids drooped, blocking the flash of fierce light in her eyes, and after sorting out this clue, if possible, she tried to find the people of the opposing camp and kill them before she encountered the 'Pure Heart'.

After weeding out the bad people, she can do her own thing wholeheartedly.

After all, the legendary 'moon' sage is close to the existence of gods in the mouths of these saints, and his strength is outstanding.

It was the first time she had encountered such a magical world, and she didn't know much about these spells.

In addition, among the thirteen saints in front of him, not everyone has one mind, and things may have twists and turns.

They have lived for hundreds of years, and their scheming and strength are higher than ordinary people, and they must be vigilant when dealing with such people.

"It's complicated, I don't know what to tell you." The woman frowned delicately, and finally sighed:

"We defeated him in the end, but he is more like a thought and a remnant of his soul."

Her gaze swept over the people sitting in the carriage one by one, and said:

"His heart is not in his body, so we can't kill him completely."

In other words, the 'moon' sage had been prepared for the arrival of the 'day' sage and the thirteen saints, so he hid his 'heart' in advance.

'His' heart is the source of his true strength and life, and as long as his heart is not extinguished, he will have the opportunity to be reborn again.

Therefore, this expedition of the Federation back then, paying a great price and sacrificing countless warriors, was just a remnant of the idea of killing 'him' in the end.

"We searched there for a long time, but we couldn't find the place where his heart was hiding."

When the blonde beauty said this, the thin old man who had been silent in the 'dark' faction suddenly spoke:

"But he wasn't lying." There seemed to be a suspicious hint of excitement in his tone:

"There's still a thick aura of darkness there."

His voice was strange, like metal rubbing against glass, sharp and harsh, making it very uncomfortable for anyone who heard it.

Although the Legion of the Undead was wiped out by the Federation and the Sun Worship Court, in the eyes of the Thirteen Saints, it was only a temporary peace.

The darkness has not faded, and the shadows still hang over it.

The army of the undead who have submitted to the 'Moon' sage may only be temporarily resting because of the 'death' of their master.

There they recuperate, waiting for their master to wake up and then crawl back to earth.

"Yes." The blonde beauty reached out and stroked her smooth long hair, with a solemn expression:

"After his death, the aura of darkness did not dissipate, but soon enveloped the earth, sealing off the battlefield there and forming an abyssal land."

A hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes: "We didn't find his heart in the end, and because we wanted to curb the leakage of dark magic, we had to seal it with the power of the Thirteen Saints." ”

In this way, the army of the undead who 'sleep' there is nourished by the breath of darkness, and it is as if they are resting and resting.

"It's a great place for the dead." The thin old man stretched out a skinny finger from his loose black cloak, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes:

"Even if it's a low-level skeleton, if it's there for a year at most, it's possible to raise a small lord-level skeleton."

"Stanley!"

The gentle-looking old man frowned, showing disapproval.

The white-robed mage Edward, who was sitting beside him, turned his face away, his eyes showing instinctive disgust.

Hearing the old man call out his name, and seeing Edward's expression again, the wizened old man grinned and let out a shrill laugh like a owl.

A thick aura of darkness emanated from him, causing the cloak on his body, which had been wide and large, and which lined his figure to be extraordinarily thin and ridiculous, bulging high, as if filled with qi.

When the people representing the 'light' faction saw his reaction, their faces immediately sank.

Edward clenched the staff in his hand, as if if he had any more extra moves, he would fight back the next second.

At such times, the trialists were both excited and a little hesitant.

The excitement lies in the fact that these people's relationships are not monolithic, which gives them a lot of room to operate and give them room to penetrate.

Like Song Qingxiao, they shouldn't know much about magic, and if these people want to do it at this time, they can let them see the power of magic in this world.

But the hesitation is that these people originally had a common purpose, and because the blonde beauty mentioned the heart of the 'moon' sage, it happened to be related to the task of everyone.

Now the clues of the mission are just the tip of an iceberg that has surfaced, and most of them are hidden in the fog, waiting for everyone to parse them.

If there is infighting at this time, no one can say whether it will have an impact on the direction of the future task.

What's more, the trialists only know that the 'Moon' Sage is sealed in the Abyssal Land, as for where the Abyss Land is, everyone just entered the mission, and they don't know anything, and they need to follow this group of people to find their destination.

The atmosphere was a little weird, and when everyone was thinking about it, Song Qingxiao was slightly distracted when he heard the laughter of the thin old man.

This familiar laughter reminded her of the Qing Ying Order.

The demon soul in the Qing Ying Order seems to like to make such a strange laugh whenever it appears, so that after she heard the laughter of this thin old man and the necromantic qi released, she immediately clenched her fists, unable to control the impulse in her heart, and really wanted to use her fists to shut him up.

......@#%&" The dervish Hayas turned a deaf ear to such a conflict, still chanting his own verses with his head bowed.

But the strange blood streaks on his body drilled in his robe, like slender blood-red hairs, densely intertwined in his clothes.

His moaning was faint, and the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger, filling almost the entire carriage.

Under the light, there seemed to be countless pale pink red mist turning into fine particles, gently floating under the light, covering the interior of the carriage with a pale pink color.

Everywhere the smell of blood goes, it stimulates people's nerves and makes people feel angry.

The first to react was the lion lying at the feet of the half-orc, which seemed to have been sleeping, this beast had been falling into a deep sleep since Song Qingxiao woke up, and even her previous kicking on the table made such a big movement failed to wake it up.

But at this time, under the blood mist, it seemed to sniff and let out a thunderous breathing sound, as if it was about to wake up.

"Hayas!"

The old man, who had been pressing the book in his arms, suddenly stood up and let out a loud shout:

"Control yourself!"

With a loud shout, a soft white glow escaped from him.

Wherever the light went, it was like a purifying mist, and the blood-colored mist made a burning sound the moment it touched the light and shadow.

The wriggling red mist desperately shrank back the scattered red shadows, shrinking into a red cloud in mid-air, shrouding the sky above the dervish with his head bowed.

It didn't retreat, but seemed to be still eager to try and attack again.

Under the sound of 'snorting', some thin red mist scattered around blended with light and shadow, swallowing each other, and soon formed a chaotic color.

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