"Star Eyes?" Zeratul was even more uneasy: "He knew the truth, but he didn't tell me? ”

"Lord Stareye said not to waste time on people who are sure to be dead, we should do things for the living, Brooks insisted on going out of the city on his own, I'm really sorry, Zeratul, this is the commander's order!"

Zeratul couldn't hear what he was saying, and turned and sped away. Brooks is dead! Impossible! Despite their many differences, Zeratul loved this brother of his very much, and it was impossible for Bloxes to die......

Even though Zeratul thought so, he felt a chill penetrate his spine. He stopped, not looking at what was beside him, but looking inside himself.

If Brooks were dead, he would have known the truth. He was sure that if Brooks was really dead, he would feel it, just as he felt his own heartbeat. Despite the many ominous signs, he must still be alive.

This is the ability to connect minds between Templars.

Still alive...... He stared at the fiery earth in front of him, trying to feel something from afar, but found nothing. If Brooks is indeed over there...... So where exactly is his location?

Zeratul had a sense of foreboding, and he felt ......

The city was full of ruins and smells, but it didn't bother a knight in a cloak and hood. He rode his mount slowly along the ruined streets, gazing with interest at the crumbling towers of trees and crumbling houses with a gentle and rational gaze. The corpses on the side of the road were slow to decompose, and he only looked at them with disdain.

Suddenly, his mount let out a low roar and hissed. He immediately pinched the tentacles of his mount, which he had gripped tightly, forcing the reluctant hellbeast to keep going. As soon as this large, hideous-looking creature didn't hurry well, he would release a black wave of energy, not to feed the hellbeasts that had always been forbidden. Instead, let it endure the torment of excruciating pain. In this way, it picks up its pace.

Knights in hoods make their way through the dead city. He felt many pairs of eyes staring at him, but all of them froze. The guards had little interest in him, and if they didn't bother him, he wouldn't have bothered them.

His coerced mount, which he had captured outside the city two days earlier, slowed down again at an intersection. This time, however, the knight knew that it had slowed down not because it didn't want to go, but because it sensed that several of its companions were approaching.

They wouldn't let him go, they designed a trap.

What a bunch of.

Three demonic guards attacked him from front of him. These horned, ugly-looking giants have bright weapons in their hands. They looked very powerful, but he knew that they weren't really a real threat at all.

From the ruins on either side of him, some hellbeasts suddenly sprang out and pounced on their prey that they thought they had been distracted. Their tentacles eagerly stretched out, ready to feast on the innocent knight.

He snorted, disappointed by the ambush, and then pulled a tentacle off his mount with a hard tug. This is a warning to it not to see the wind make the rudder. The mount wailed as he threw the tentacle at the three demon guards.

The bloody tentacles flew through the air, stretching and elongating, until at last they turned into a solid noose that bound their waists. Three guys fell forward. Hand in hand, pile up.

The moment the tentacles flew out, he still had time to glance at the hellbeast that swooped down from his right. Then the guy suddenly roared and turned into a ball of flames. Landing just a few yards away, the burning corpse quickly emitted a smell that blended with the stench that permeated the surroundings.

The second monster crashed into his mount. Its two tentacles pressed against his chest and the sides of his body, and the guy began its feast.

The Hellbeast wanted to suck the Hood Knight's mana, but he didn't expect his mana to become his meal. It frantically tugged at its tentacles to move them away from him, but the knight wouldn't let it go. The Hellmon's body began to dry up, its skin loose against its bones. A monster full of mana, a monster with energy almost all over its body, is now being feasted on by this knight.

Within seconds, the Hellmon was sucked dry. The monster wailed and turned into a pile of wreckage. The knight pulled off the two tentacles that were still clinging to his body, urging his mount on. He didn't look at the dead hellbeasts and struggling demon guards beside him.

He could sense that there were other enemies around him, but no one dared to stand in his way now. Thanks to a smooth journey, he soon reached his destination, a high wall with a gate. The astral guards by the wall were glaring at him with their heads down.

He stepped forward and removed the hood.

"I'm here for my Empress!" Brooks shouted. However, he did not shout at the guards, he called out to certain people in the palace: "I have come to serve my empress...... It will also serve the leader of the Burning Legion! ”

He waited quietly, his expression not changing in the slightest. About a minute later, the gate opened, and a creaking sound echoed throughout the city of Esarine, like the eerie moans of the city's revenants.

The door didn't move, and Brooks rode in calmly.

The door behind him quickly shut.

Kelly, the Empress of the Zeg Zerg, struggled in the whirlpool of time, and he saw the more powerful evil forces hidden behind the Burning Legion and the Insect God Chen Feng, beneath the dark waters of the lake, and the fate of the Star Spirit Clan, the Zerg, and the Humans could only be fought for by themselves.

Broxs lost his eyes in the process of submitting to Didros, but the eyesockets, which had lost sight, possessed the power to detect the forbidden, and the first characters he accepted were Zeratul, Crassus, and their companions who were intent on destroying the portal and taking the "soul of all worms".

Relying on the help of the Void Dream, Zeratul finally found the hiding place of the "Soul of Ten Thousand Insects", but in real life, they had to need the help of the Zerg who had been forced back in the corner by Chen Feng, and they were struggling to travel in Chen Feng's lair.

At the insistence of Crassus and Rason, the Star Spirit finally formed an alliance with the Zeg Zerg, the Tyro Council, the Human Race, and other races to fight against the invasion of the Burn Legion...... Hatu saw all of this...... But there was a smile on his face.

The Archon is now unconscious, and the Zeratul and the Zerg Archon are not in the camp...... Even the muscular berserker Nex was elsewhere, and Hatu admired the primitive brute strength of the Zerg.

"Now is the time...... he hissed.

Garrod was still trying to wake Rassen, but the Archon's only reaction was to open his eyes. But those eyes weren't looking at anything, and they weren't revealing any thoughts.

But Garrod still didn't give up: "Master Rason! You move! I knew something had happened! As he spoke, the captain sprinkled water on the red-haired consul's face. Water ran down his cheek, and he still didn't react.

"This must have been done by the demon leader!" He looked up.

A black, oppressive Doomsday Guard appeared in the sky.

"My God......"

Each Doomsday Guard was holding a bulky jar with smoke wafting out of it from time to time. Those jars were not small in size and weight, and the Star Spirit Clan couldn't hold them at all, and even the Doomsday Guards seemed to be a little struggling, and holding them seemed to exhaust all the strength on their bodies. It should be reported to Stareye immediately: Garrod has only this option now. Crassus is not here, and there is no one else to count on.

The captain of the guard grabbed Rasheng and dragged him to a large rock. He placed the consul on the side of the rock, where the battlefield could not be seen. Hopefully no one sees this man in robes on the rocks.

"Please...... Please forgive me," Garrod said to the motionless Rason on the stone. (To be continued......)