The world of shadows is as dark and eerie as ever, and the pitch-black rocks that emerge from the ground can give people a feeling of breathlessness and oppression.

On a bare hill in the middle of the Andokla Forest, with a few snow-white flowers swaying between the crevices of the rocks, it seems that a giant rocky mountain has a little "natural" meaning.

However, the heavy hill is unexpectedly not quiet at this moment, even if there is no howling hurricane shuttling between the rocks to create a haze sound like a ghost crying, but the interior of this "stone mountain" will still emit a faint tremor while clearly releasing a terrifying rumbling "roar".

At the same time, along with this low "roar", there were also terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power that spread wantonly, and in this area, except for the immovable plants that continued to grow, almost all the animals had disappeared and fled...... In the shadows, only a terrible wail echoed through the mountains, and the white trees that trembled and trembled made the whole hill look a little eerie.

Of course, it is impossible for a small mountain to constantly wail on its own, let alone continuously release painful spiritual power fluctuations, so the reason for the loud noise must be located inside the mountain.

In fact, if anyone could dig a hole in this hill now, he would be amazed at what it was looking inside.

For the hills were no longer full of rock, and a large mass of irregular gravel had replaced the whole solid black rock and filled the solid black crust, and with a terrible howl that was not like a human voice, the gravel was still being tumbled and stirred, and becoming more and more finely broken.

Obviously, the culprit that caused a hill to become a "gravel stuffed bun" was still in the belly of this mountain without a trace of air.

"Ahh

"Bang la la"!

Another cry of pain shook the rocks, and a large number of broken stones crunched randomly because of the stirring of a powerful force, and in the pile of rubble that left a certain space, a black and red filthy "creature" was slamming into a large pile of sharp stones in front of him with the only old fist, and the power of the entire hill shook exploded, and a large number of fist-sized stones immediately shattered only the size of a finger.

There is no doubt that this "human" who is bathed in the screaming wail of sharp stones is none other than the old mage Owen who has been searched all over the world by the executors, and as a legendary powerhouse who has been seriously injured, he has been living in this dark hill for a long time.

There was no possibility of self-healing from the injuries caused by the Morning Star-level attack, and even as the damage of the law energy to the wounds like maggots attached to the bones further increased, Owen's soul injuries not only showed no signs of improvement, but worsened at a rate that was getting worse day by day.

The poor "Sage of Inscription" now had ten seconds of sanity every day, and he had to endure the pain of being eaten by worms eating his brain.

In order to avoid being pursued, Owen can only use a chance to return to his sanity to burrow into this inconspicuous hill, and then simply bury himself alive in a rock pile in order to prevent "instinct" from exposing himself in pain.

Don't look at the old mage can still smash the hard rock with a single punch, but his strength is already rapidly weakening, according to vague calculations, after a while, no matter how aimlessly he breaks these broken stones, the injury of his soul should force Owen into a state of immobility.

When the time comes............

"Don't try to find me, those vicious dogs, never think about it!, but the power of the shadows can't block the prophecy spells of the Throne of the Flare, and Mes-Ul will definitely be able to take me away easily, soon......... Soon the old man will be freed from such a hell."

While trembling from the pain of his soul, the embarrassed old mage encouraged himself with the hazy reason that he woke up today.

What else can he do?

Paralysing the pain with hope and memories was the only option, and Owen didn't know that Mesul had no intention of entering the shadow plane, and with Ankazan's defeat, he had lost the possibility of being rescued.

At this moment, the "Inscription Sage" is still fantasizing about what he will do after being rescued in the pile of rubble, after all, his mental state can no longer support too much thinking, he can only comfort himself with fantasy:

"The old man is going to eat some Edok barbecue. Yes, the sweet and sour spices on the grilled meat, and the delicious clam soup...... Use the master-level Warcraft as an ingredient, and then eat a beautiful meal, and even the soup will be drunk at all......"

The vague mind is like a pool of ink floating and spreading in the water, perhaps because he has eaten the Shadow Demon Meat and the Half Moon Stone for two years in a row, and the thoughts that continue to appear in Owen's mind at this time are all related to the delicious food feast, and he even began to vaguely smell a trace of the aroma that seems to be real............

The aroma was so enchanting and intoxicating that when wisps of extreme delicacy lingered on the tip of his nose, the "Inscription Sage" even had all kinds of absurd and unstoppable hallucinations at one point.

He only felt as if he had returned to his youngest childhood............ At that time, Owen was only a little boy of three or four years old, and because he was playful and did not recite obscure Byronic language, he was punished by his apprentice mentor for not being allowed to eat dinner.

But in the middle of the night, when he was hungry and copying words, the little man with tears in his eyes was suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that his mentor had sent a delicious vegetable soup............

Yes, it was the only time in Owen's life that he went hungry, and the vegetable soup that was put in his mouth when he was hungry was the most delicious thing he could remember.

And now, this delicacy has been recreated in this dark and oppressive pile of rubble............

"Guide...... Teacher, I knew you wouldn't be able to bear to starve, and I had memorized all the grammar on the third list, and now ...... I...... I can enjoy this vegetable soup with peace of mind, right?"

The embarrassed old man repeated the conversation of his childhood as he stabbed his sharp nails into the rocky wall of the collapsed hill...... He was completely unaware of the environment he was in, in the hallucination of the "Inscription Sage", the pain he felt was the uncomfortable feeling of hunger, the sound of the rock hanging was the wind blowing the paper, and in the direction from which the fragrance came, the "Mentor Big Sister" with a graceful pace and a beautiful smile was already waiting for him to pass with a delicious vegetable soup............