The dark green basin beneath Arthur Crowe.

The silver inscription appeared above the mire, and as the inscription shattered, the black-clothed man stepped out of the gap in the beam of light formed by the inscription, and he had just taken a step before falling into the mire.

It took him a full minute to regain his senses, and he got up from the mud and used his magic to remove the mud from his clothes.

Escaping from the hands of a Chaos Demon and an Ice Dragon was not easy, and the Man in Black paid a huge price to barely escape the Ice Dragon's confinement.

He was banished by Athercro, so he could not enter Athercro's elven gathering place through teleportation.

But he must now return to Arthur Crowe and tell the Council of Elders what he has seen.

The blasphemers have established their stronghold in Arthurcro! A group of High Elf Inspectors were also imprisoned, and to make matters worse, Elder Sindonar became one of the blasphemers.

The Man in Black began to plan his next move, but a premonition of danger led him to use the inscription to construct a magical shield in front of him.

The mire on his ground was instantly split in two by an invisible attack, hitting the magic shield of the man in black.

A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the shield in an instant, and the same attack came from behind the man in black, and he used the same means to resist it again.

But the enemy's attacks were far beyond the limits of the shield's endurance, not to mention the fact that the man in black was now in a weakened state.

The silver inscription emerged from the black-clad man's hand, and with a wave of his hand, he threw it into the far corner of the forest.

The trees in that area instantly turned into nothingness, and several corpses with only legs were left on the ground.

But he didn't completely kill the enemy, and there were attacks from all sides that were enough to tear the swamp apart.

The Man in Black blocked most of them with his magical power, but not all of the enemies were weak people he could easily pinch to death, and there were many dangerous ones among them!

The magical shield built around him was shattered completely.

This was a fatal blow, and the long sword composed of magic power shot into the heart of the man in black at an extremely fast speed, and the magic shield directly shattered into pieces, and the transparent long sword sank into the chest of the man in black.

"Blasphemer..."

Scarlet blood spilled from the blackman's mouth, and his pupils under the mask stared at the figure in the forest in the distance, or... That group of figures!

Sure enough, the blasphemers had already discovered Arthurcro's location, and they were about to do something to Athurcro!

The Man in Black wants to stop this group of guys, but he is no match for this group of blasphemers right now.

What to do? Returning to Arthur Crowe?

An inscription appeared in the hand of the man in black, an inscription called 'Hometown'.

However, no matter how he activated the inscription, it didn't work, and the Council of Elders blocked him out of place as a Vault Dweller.

At this moment, the man in black gritted his teeth, and he activated another inscription.

The white beam of light enveloped him again, and when the Man in Black opened his eyes again, he was once again back in the Forgotten Lands.

Only this time he wasn't in the tavern in the Forgotten Lands, but in the portal at the end of the Forgotten Lands.

There is no closure.

The man in black clutched his blood-spilling chest, staggered to the portal and walked into the portal.

The only people he could trust now were the human sages of Nolan!

But the portal has been occupied by the blasphemer, and the man in black can only gamble, and the opposite side of the portal is not the base camp of the blasphemer.

The Man in Black passed through the portal, and before his vision blurred, he saw a figure walking towards him, and he saw the figure clearly and realized that he had made the right bet!

"Frost Axe?" The Man in Black lost his strength and fell to his knees, his mask falling from his face.

"Long ears?!"

The dwarven Frostaxe lifted the High Elf with a step, one of the few elves that Frostaxe regarded as a friend.

A few days ago, the small ancient building he had used as an ornament had been activated, and the activator was none other than Qiao Xiu, the owner of the Hearthstone Tavern.

After Frostaxe heard that Qiao Xiu was going to build a Hearthstone Tavern in the elves' territory, he directly agreed to Qiao Xiu's right to use it, and after that, the Nolan Artisan Brotherhood would go back and forth between the portals.

Today the portal was activated again, and an old friend of Frostaxe who hadn't seen him in years walked out of the portal.

"You drank too much at that tavern again? Wrong...... Who did this with long ears? ”

The frost axe touched the blood spilling from the chest of the man in black, and instantly realized how serious the man's injuries were.

"Take me... Go to the Council of the Sages. The man in black said in a weak tone.

Frostaxe didn't answer the man in black, and directly called someone to push a cart over and put the man in black on it.

The Man in Black was very unconscious during this time, but he did his best to keep himself awake...

Soon the fainting sensation caused by excessive blood loss and severe injury gradually disappeared from his mind.

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in his chest caused him to lie down again.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Frostaxe took two bottles of wheat wine and placed them on the table next to the man in black.

"How long have I been unconscious? I must go to the Council of the Sages as soon as possible. ”

"You've been lying down for less than five minutes! The bandaging is not finished! ”

The frost axe roared at his throat, and the man in black could only lie down again.

"I've already called someone to inform the Council of the Sages, and they'll be sending someone over soon."

Frostaxe sat down in a chair with a bottle of wheat wine, while the man in black continued to lie on the bed, quietly letting the apothecary next to him bandage his wounds.

The Man in Black was lying on the bed, still thinking about how to save Arthurcro, but the ...... that appeared in front of the frostaxe next to him The translucent interface made the black-clad man's eyes widen.

"How can you have blasphemer stuff? Frost axe, is it difficult to ......" said the man in black and was about to sit up again, but was roughly pushed back to the bed by the dwarven apothecary.

"Blasphemers? This thing is a magic net made by Qiao Xiu. Frostaxe said.

"Qiao Xiu... Isn't Qiao Xiu a blasphemer, the magic net... Have you made an alliance with the blasphemers? ”

"What kind of alliance is not aligned, long ears, you have been away from Nolan for too long, right? Now it's a Nolan people who are using magic nets, and you don't use magic nets just... It's outdated! Right! You're outdated! Frostaxe burped.

"All of Nolan is using the Blasphemer's net?"

The Man in Black lay on the bed and felt his consciousness blurred, as if the whole world had betrayed him...... Makes the brains of the man in black dizzy.

But during the fainting, the man in black caught a little bit of starlight, and he looked at the white light in disbelief.

The Power of Faith...

Why did he see the power of faith in the sacred tree here?

The man in black turned his head suddenly, and he realized that this dim power of faith came from the frost axe, and a faint light from his body was rising into the sky, and finally disappeared into the ceiling.

"What are you looking at?"

The Man in Black discovers that the character that appears on the Frost Axe's web interface is none other than that... It was the High Elf named Al.