People can't help but be in awe of him.

is not afraid of danger, which is probably why he is so lucky every time.

"I'll follow this road to find the Avenue of Death, and Ektrova will go to the Great Wall Tribe to deliver the news, and you will wait for the carriage here!"

I don't know if this is a good thing to pay attention to, because it is impossible for all three of them to climb onto the carriage without being discovered by Kong Wu's coachman, and because they have recovered two wild horses.

Ektrawa walked back, and walked forward in the night, and Fan Li waited for the carriage to turn back.

This posture was lazy and casual, a big character lay in the middle of the road, and in the end, Fan Li simply closed his eyes.

After a while, there was a "purring" sound.

At a critical moment, I don't believe he can really fall asleep.

Ektrawa was anxious and dazed, because the surrounding environment was completely unfamiliar, and it was night when he came, and he could only rely on vague memories to find the Great Wall Tribe,

As he hurried, he observed the potential dangers around him. If the path taken by Ektrova is unfamiliar, then the path he takes is dangerous, because the road may lead to the road of death.

The avenue of death is not the path of the living, only the undead can pass through. It's like a dead valley.

Like a drunkard and a homeless man lying on the street, no one would think that he was a well-known three-rank demon hunter. The road had hitherto seen only Omech Walter's carriage passing through it, so he could sleep soundly.

After walking for a long time, he couldn't go any further, and he only now really understood why this road was sparsely populated, because there was a cliff in front of him, and there was a cliff 100 meters long.

The galloping horse couldn't walk past at all, and I don't know how Omech Waterl's carriage passed?

At this time, several erratic figures gathered here from the wilderness on all sides, like night walkers, but the aura they exuded was gloomy, and they found that the situation was not right, because these people moved stiffly and their faces were expressionless.

The road ahead may be the Avenue of Death, which means that these people are all necromancy, and I don't know why they don't have a soul like a shadow when they step into the night.

The Aztec road to death was not reserved for the living, and the cliff is the best proof of this.

These necromancers walked over the cliff in the air, and he didn't know when he could see this, because he didn't react to it in the first place, could it be because his potential was discovered after his strength increased?

Nightshaven watched as the necromancers walked by. The Horse must be allowed to go with him, for he doesn't know how far he has to go.

"I can take you there!"

This sentence startled Taya, and a man stood on the side of the road and watched him, and could speak to prove that the man was not a necromancy.

"I'm a ferryman, and these dead people don't have to pay tolls to cross bridges, and the living need to pay obsidian or obsidian-made weapons to pass through. ”

It was a tall, thin man with a dark face, dressed in sackcloth, as if someone had just died in the family.

"Who are you, and how are you ferrying here?"

Treading Night's suspicions about this sudden appearance soared, it is said that it should be the person who appeared here from Omelch Waterl, otherwise who would have the courage to do this kind of business under her nose.

"My name is 'Vana' and I am a follower of Tenoch, who ordered me to guard the 'Broken Bridge'. The man named Vana said.

Whoever Tenoch is, he must be in the same league as Omech Waltel: Treading the Night thinks so.

When you get to this place, you have to pay obsidian if you want to cross the bridge, but there is nothing on the night except for an obsidian amulet.

"Is it okay to be a ghost?"

Treading Night remembered that he still had at least a few thousand ghost Qi Iron in his pocket!

"So you're an Aurora!" the man paused, then continued, "The Aztecs were originally your friends, but since Tenoch's disappearance, Omech Walter has taken control of everything, and we are no longer friends! ”

Tnight didn't know who Tenoch was, and what he cared about now was how to get there.

"Can you take credit first, or exchange the Ghost Iron for obsidian?" asked Treadnight.

"Why are you going to the other side, the Aurora is in danger of their lives there!" said Vanna.

"Go to meet Omech Waltel!"

Then both sides fell silent, and the night was waiting.

Varner suddenly sneered a few times and said, "Since you are not afraid of death, I don't want obsidian either, because I will not be stupid enough to wait for a dead man to come and pay the credit." ”

The last sentence made people's hearts chill when they heard it, and he was a little reluctant to step into the night, because he didn't have a choice to go to the opposite road of death. Aurora who was captured by Omech Walter was not related to him, but in the end he chose to face danger.

It is imagined that this person will row a boat for him and Hurricane to go immediately, but there is no such boat, and there is no ice and snow plank road like in Cloudsdale, and the climate here cannot have such an ice and snow plank road.

Varner's fingers pointed, and he muttered a spell in his mouth, and the necromancers suddenly turned their heads and pushed the night-striding horses up the cliff in unison, and the horses were dangling like walking on an invisible steel bridge.

Walking on the night also strangely fluttered to the other side.

He glanced at Vanna, feeling that this man should not be an enemy, if not a friend of the Aurora, but why should he be in the same league as Omech Waterl?

I didn't bother to think about this anymore, and walked forward between the necromancers, and the seat was surprisingly quiet at this time.

He didn't expect that a tribe of Aztecs would have so many necromancers, and he didn't know that these necromancers were not all Aztecs, but there were other ethnic groups. Because tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, they will gather on the Avenue of Death, and then go to various places to meet their families.

The way of meeting is very special, some are in dreams, and some are taken and burned without people knowing it, because it is a bad choice to meet people apart.

Ordinary people may not be able to see them, but the samurai are more special, their spirit and spirit are far beyond ordinary people, and there are children who feel sensitive or have not closed their heavenly eyes.

The group of necrons moved slowly, in a muddy way.

Trolling on a galloping horse, the speed of which was only a little faster than the necromancers, was not at all comparable to when they were outside.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw an altar standing tall on the edge of the dark Death Boulevard.

The triangular altar is layered upwards, with only one step leading to the top, next to a fortress-like building.

The appearance is rough and unremarkable.

The heavy stone makes the hall very strong, and only one floor is underground, which makes the hall not only not tall, but actually a bit low, because half of the buildings are underground.

It is not known when this hall was built, nor is it known which temple was originally the temple of the true god, because such a hall may have been a dormitory.