But even then, they were hit by a storm of clods of dirt and rocks. A rock the size of Crassus's head struck the Lightning Songbird in the loins of the Lightning Songbird, and it screamed so hard that it nearly threw its owner off and killed him.

Fortunately, Crassus grabbed his mount and did not fall.

A foul stench rushed over Crassus and his mount, with the Owl behind him. Crassus raised a hand and unleashed a spirit spell that could be cast the fastest.

Suddenly a bright light shoots out in front of the owl insects, and sparks shine.

In fact, the power of this spiritual spell was relatively weak, but it shocked the owl insect and made him unable to see for a short time. The beast wriggled and shouted in rage, and one wing slammed into the mountain, knocking down countless pieces of rubble.

Crassus's hand bought him a few seconds, but that was about it. He hoped that Zeratul would be ahead of the other owl, but he also knew the stubborn brute force of his own people: if Zeratul was still alive, he wouldn't be much ahead of Crassus.

At this moment, the mountain that Crassus had chosen to meet with Zeratul was already in sight, and the archon caught a glimpse of Zeratul in the distance. His lightning songbird was in a state of madness, and Zeratul himself buried his head in its neck, another owl in hot pursuit.

Crassus immediately sent his mount flying towards him, trying to get there before him to make sure they wouldn't collide. The lightning songbird under his seat alerted its companion and Zeratul with its call, and Zeratul raised his head to indicate that he had seen his companion.

They met on the south side of the mountain, and Crassus directed his mount around the mountain, with Zeratul passing him from the opposite side. After a while, the larger owl followed, completely ignoring Zeratul's presence, while his companions continued to chase after Zeratul.

One thing that worked in Crassus' favor was that the two-headed owl didn't know that he was one of their kind. And because of that. Nor did they know that he had flown through the area countless times over the course of his long life, so it was likely that he knew more of the countless paths than anyone else.

The owl behind him screamed again, and this time the flames passed very close to him and sprayed onto the peak, leaving a scorch on it and suffocating Crassus.

The lightning songbird was still lunging forward, and it seemed confident in its speed and the Archon's command. Crassus first let it go down a little, then asked it to slow down.

The lightning songbird did not want to carry out the second command, but at the insistence of the master. It obeyed anyway. The lightning songbird slowed its flight, and Zeratul appeared on the side of the mountain.

Seeing that he was getting closer to Zeratul, Crassus sent his mount a little higher to meet him. The Archon and Zeratul were almost on the same level, and if they got any closer, they would have collided.

Crassus saw a powerful wing peeking out behind Zeratul, and he sent the lightning songbird down a little again.

Zeratul ordered his mount to fly into the sky, but he nearly slipped off the back of the lightning songbird due to the speed and suddenness of the transformation.

The owl behind Crassus had no time to adjust its direction. The same goes for the guys chasing Zeratul. They were so immersed in the hunt that they couldn't stop at all. There was a thunderous bang, and the two behemoths collided. Both owls were taken aback, and at the same time in pain. For a time, the cry shook the sky. Their bodies rolled to the side, finally crashing into the peak that Crassus had chosen.

The crash sent the entire area shuddering. Crassus sat high in the air, thinking he heard bones shattering, but he didn't want to wait to see what was going on. The owl has fallen out of sight. Crassus motioned for Zeratul to move on. Before the two-headed owl recovers. They should have flown far away.

Crassus stared at the towering peaks in front of him, and now he was just one step away from his destination...... The Archon was more eager than ever to know what was going on here.

Brooks should have been discussing tactics with the Star Guards, but at this moment. He had no interest in war. 、

He had never been able to forget the stupidity he had shown in front of Zeling. He gave her his soul completely, only to discover that some others had already taken the lead: Zeratul's chosen man. What annoyed Brooks the most was that his brother was probably too focused on his spells to notice this.

The personal consul of Lester strode past a sentry post, and the guard who stood guard raised his weapons and said to him with some nervousness: "All must stay within the barracks, Master Brooks!" It's an order, it's-"

"I know whose order it is."

"But—"

Brooks glared at him fiercely with his amber eyes, and the guards didn't dare to say anything more and obediently gave way.

The area over there is still covered with a few plants, and the Burning Legion missed the opportunity to destroy everything. While everyone regained their courage for this reason, Brooks didn't seem to care much about whether the entire region would be scorched earth. At this point, he raised his arm slightly, and the idea of setting a fire even came to his mind, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

Despite his conflicts with demons in the Southern Continent, Brooks is fearless when it comes to confronting demons here.

First of all, Brooks was not too far from the barracks and could be supported by his companions; Second, he was now able to turn any demon that tried to attack him to ashes in an instant. At this moment, Brooks was in a rage, and he really wanted to fight someone to vent his jealousy for some people.

Not a single Hellbeast dared to come and suck his strength, and not a single Hellfire had the audacity to trouble him. Doctor Terror, the Doom Guard, and even the laughable Demon Guard didn't dare to come out.

The warriors of the Burning Legion were afraid to face Brooks alone, knowing that he was invincible.

However, when it comes to love with someone, the situation is very different.

Brooks found a huge rock, and he sat down, pondering his elaborate plans.

It was a sure success to make Lester admire him and regard him as one of his most reliable cronies. At the same time, he also seriously thought about what he wanted to express in his mind in the time before this.

For a long time in the past, he had regarded Ze Ling as a child, and he had watched her become a beautiful and moving female Star Spirit. When Ze Ling returned to the Star Spirit Clan, he had already thought about how to woo Ze Ling.

He thought that everything was going smoothly according to plan. People all admired his position of power. It didn't take long for Brooks to take over the remnants of the Star Guard, and he saved the lives of many of his compatriots. He is powerful, handsome, and heroic, even Ze Ling would have followed him willingly.

Yes, she would, if it weren't for Chen Feng.

Yes, he knew that Dao Ze Ling was in love with Chen Feng, that ugly insect, his appearance had already spread throughout the universe, and even the demons were hunting him down.

He roared and made a gesture to another nearby rock to cast a restraint, and Chen Feng's face immediately appeared on the stone.

Blox's fists clenched.

The face cracked, and a large pile of rubble was scattered around.

"She was supposed to belong to me." Brooks's voice echoed through the woods for a long time, and he roared at the echoes, each one of which seemed to tell him how much he had lost.

"I'll catch up with her ......" he corrected himself, so annoyed that he couldn't help himself: "If it weren't for you, Chen Feng, she would be mine." ”

For those things that have to be you, the idea pops into his head like this, and he always gets the first hand.

"Me? Just because of my eyes? Brooks laughed at himself: "My magical amber eyes? ”

Symbol of greatness...... Harbinger of Legends...... (To be continued......)