When everyone returned to their original place and looked at the mountains of marching ant carcasses around them, they were immediately stunned. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After a long time, they looked away with difficulty, glanced at each other, and both took deep breaths. This group of immortal cemetery nightmares has been cleaned up like this, and if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't believe it. And all of this is just from the hand of one person.

At this moment, they all had the same premonition in their hearts, and a dazzling star was slowly rising. It may not be long before the name of "Ant King" will sweep through the entire Southern Cemetery and the whole world like a storm. This is an ability that only the demon god has, assuming that these marching ants are ordinary humans, then slaughtering the city is just a gesture for him.

Thinking of this, everyone shuddered, and their eyes looking at the iron slag were also full of indescribable meaning, including fear, awe, worry, and confusion......

A few days later, the party came to the vicinity of the underground shelter, but as the map only provided an approximate range, once inside the area, the party settled down and divided the hunters into groups of three to conduct a carpet search around.

This morning, the Black Pig King personally cooked and made a breakfast for the iron slag. Looking at the black paste food, the iron slag frowned, and sniffed it again, feeling more unpalatable than what the old cow made.

"Don't worry, this thing is delicious, you still want to eat it after eating it." The Black Pig King swore that Iron Slag had no choice but to pick up the spoon and reluctantly take a bite. But as soon as he tasted it, he was refreshed, and the delicious and sweet taste lingered on the tip of his tongue, which was indescribably delicious.

"What is this?" After a few bites, Iron Slag raised his head and asked.

"You've seen it." The Black Pig King rubbed his hands together and said.

For some reason, Iron Slag suddenly had a bad premonition, and as a result, the next sentence of the Black Pig King made him spit out all the things he had just eaten.

"Zombie fungus...... "The Black Pig King said proudly, "I have worked hard to collect this along the way, and it took me a lot of time to ......"

After vomiting, Iron Slag looked at the food bowl in his hand, and then at the Black Pig King, thinking about whether to buckle the food bowl on his head. And at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed from his right side, snatched the food bowl in his hand, and ate it by himself.

"What are you doing! This is made for the boss, and I am reluctant to eat it myself. The Black Pig King's eyes widened and he yelled at Lilith.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Lilith swallowed back as she devoured it.

"Bring it!" The Black Pig King roared and strode over. Just as she was about to reach her body, Lilith suddenly showed a sly smile, and then her figure flickered, and she disappeared into thin air.

"Little smash! Come out! The Black Pig King was so angry that his face turned red and he stomped on the rocks on the ground. He couldn't have imagined that she would use stealth ability in order to grab food.

A moment later, with a slight fluctuation in the air, a petite figure gradually appeared beside the iron slag, from nothingness to translucency to substance. As she put down the empty bowl, Lilith stuck her tongue out at the Black Pig King, then hugged the iron slag's arm tightly before he rushed over, like a kitten desperately rubbing against its owner.

"Come here!" The Black Pig King snorted hot air and pointed at Lilith and threatened in a deep voice.

"I don't want it~" Lilith grimaced at the Black Pig King.

"Come here, don't harass the boss, let's have a good talk." "I don't want it~" "You eat up my stuff, at least give some money." "I don't want ~ I don't want ~ "

While the two were arguing, a hunter ran back and shouted at Hagrid, who was not far away, "Found it, we found it!" ”

After discovering the entrance to the underground shelter, the group quickly packed up their belongings and moved the camp to a nearby location.

It is at the foot of a low hill surrounded by the ruins of an ancient city. The entrance to the vault, located on the side of a low hill, had been buried by a collapsed building, though it had now been excavated.

Upon closer inspection, the circular metal door was closed, and a neat line of printed signs was engraved on it: "Underground Vault 896." ”

Hagrid stepped forward to investigate for a moment, found the switch, and pulled hard. The metal door suddenly made a "squeak" grinding sound, first opening up and down, then left and right, and finally four metal plates rotated open. After indenting three metal plates in a row, a deep tunnel was revealed.

Judging from the situation at the entrance, it is quite well preserved. There are some fresh footprints on the ground, which should have been left by the previous group. Standing at the mouth of the tunnel, you can hear the sound of "woo woo woo ......" from inside, and it seems that the ventilation system is also in good condition. After observing for a while, the two returned to the camp and discussed their next steps.

"Tang De and I will go first to take a look, and you guys will wait for us outside." Hagrid said.

"No, if you want to go, go together, if you want to go, go together." Hagrid's plan was simple and crude, and naturally it was vetoed by Iron Slag.

"You're carrying a thunder hammer ......" "Don't keep talking about thunder hammers." As soon as Hagrid spoke, he was interrupted by Iron Slag.

"......No," Hagrid said sincerely, looking at the Iron Slag, "Iron Slag Norseth, the guardian of the Holy Wolf, you should know better than anyone that the Thunderhammer means to the glorious faith, and we can no longer let the Holy Rite fall into the world, this is our responsibility and our mission. ”

Listening to Hagrid's words, Iron Slag fell silent.

"Tang De and I just went in to take a look, if there is really danger, we will definitely retreat immediately." Hagrid said.

Eventually, Hagrid persuaded Iron Slag to pack up his gear and take Don into the underground shelter.

But when he left, there was no news......

Three days later, the agitated Iron Slag came to the entrance, looked at the dark tunnel and fell into a long contemplation. As far as he knew, underground shelters were generally no larger than three thousand meters in diameter, which meant that Hagrid was likely to have an accident.

Not long after, he returned to the camp and was about to consult with the Black Pig King, only to find that the others were packing up and preparing to leave the place.

"What's going on?" Iron Slag grabbed a man and asked.

"Hagrid told us before he left that if he didn't come back on the third day, he would let us return to Blackwater Lake." The man said.

"What!" Iron Slag was suddenly startled and asked loudly, "Why don't I know?" ”

He ...... He told us not to tell you. The man replied.

Just then, Lilith walked over and handed Iron Slag a single-edged sword, a letter, and a badge.

"Uncle Hagrid said that if he didn't come back, he would ...... I'll give you these things. Lilith said with a bit of cowardice.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Iron Slag suppressed his anger and asked sharply.

"I ...... I ......" Lilith's eyes flickered, but she didn't know how to answer.

"If there's a next time, you're dead!" Iron Slag squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice with bared teeth.

Faced with the furious wolf, Lilith shrank back in panic, as if she was about to cry.

When I opened the dusty letterhead, lines of crooked handwriting came to mind......

"Dear brother, please allow my incompetent brother to call you so."

"If I don't come back after three days, please take our light fangs and family crest and continue your journey."

"Please forgive me and Raven for my selfishness......"

"Twenty years ago, we failed to fulfill our responsibilities as brothers, and twenty years later, we still can't accompany you on your journey."

"Because Raven and I are both people with limited talents, there aren't many paths we can take."

"If one day, you, or the rest of Norseth, want to form your own legion. You will be able to proudly stand at the top of the Sand Castle and recruit heroes from the desert in the name of Raven Norseth, or you can proudly stand in the bars of Blackwater Lake and recruit followers from the Graveyard in the name of I, Hagrid Norseth. ”

"We have not tarnished the prestige of Nolseth, we have never forgotten the admonitions of our ancestors, and this is the only thing we can leave to you."

"May the flame be brilliant!"

"May the sword of the vast sky be glorious forever!"

"- Love you Hagrid Nolses."

After reading the letter, Iron Slag raised his head, looked up at the sky, and was silent for a long time. It wasn't until everyone packed up their things and was ready to leave that he gradually came back to his senses.

Looking at the backs of the hunters turning away, Iron Slag slowly pulled out his bare teeth, held his sword in both hands, and roared in a deep voice: "Those who leave without permission will die!" "Hagrid is watering the glory of Norses with his own blood, paving the way to victory for their future, he can't do nothing, he can't afford to lose this brother again......

Hearing his voice, everyone stopped and turned their heads to look over.

"I repeat, whoever leaves without permission, die." Iron Slag repeated expressionlessly.

The hunters looked at each other at once, no one spoke, and no one left. At this moment, the Black Pig King appeared silently behind them, blocking the way.

After a moment of silence, a hunter stepped out of the crowd, walked up to the iron slag, and said in a deep voice: "I'm Alva, the captain of the second garrison of Blackwater Lake, may I ask any questions?" ”

"I ask you, go down with me to save people." Iron Slag said.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the authority to command us." Alva said with a cold face.

"Then you can only die." Iron Slag narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

In the face of the naked threat, Alva had no fear, and calmly asked, "Do you think we can't go down because we are afraid of death?" ”

Iron Slag didn't answer, just stared into his eyes.

"I know you're good, maybe we're no match for you, but if you want to force us, then just give it a try." With that, Alva turned back to the group and continued with the hunters.

Seeing this, the black pig king immediately frowned, clenched his hands into fists, and added insect shells, only to see a pair of black and shiny elytra "swish" and stretched out from behind.

Alva didn't seem to see it, just stared faintly ahead, and walked straight with the people behind him.

In the extremely oppressive atmosphere, everyone subconsciously tensed their muscles, and seeing that the conflict was about to break out, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"I'm Iron Slag Norses, and I'm recruiting you now in the name of Thunderhammer!"

All of a sudden, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

At this moment, time stands still and the picture freezes......

The bitter cold wind carried the ice slag across his face, and the corners of his clothes were blown to hunt, but no one made the slightest sound. At this moment, the people standing in the ice and snow are like a landscape painting that has not changed for thousands of years.

It has not changed since its time.

In the faint morning light, the ancient warhammer was like a serene elder, calmly gazing at the vast earth, and the breath of ancient vicissitudes came to his face, like the vast sea and endless stars.

"Boom!"

In the silence, a clear chirp resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"I vow to sacrifice my blood and sword and glory to follow forever until death!" Alva knelt down on one knee with his sword in both hands, staring at the warhammer in the morning light and swearing aloud.

"May the flame be brilliant!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"May the flame be brilliant!"

"May the flame be brilliant!"

In an instant, a loud shout reverberated over the ruins, far away......