"Wounded Plains?" Woragon looked into the distance, it was an endless grassland, the ankle-length grass outlined into a sea of green, the sea of grass fluctuated, Xu Feng sighed lightly. The meandering river forms a white ribbon of light on the horizon, and the dotted trees dot the grassland, adding a bit of gorgeousness to the grassland. Pink sunlight hung in the western sky, wisps of pale blue smoke drifted from the distant sky, skimmed over the mountains and meadows, through the shade of the trees, and poured into the small river, which stirred up layers of ripples, and then floated into the sky to meet the sun. The air here is so fresh that it purifies the internal organs and cleanses the mind, and the wafting breeze penetrates the soul and gives people a sense of security that has never been felt before.

Still not believing what the eye saw, Vorragon said to Avenhay, "There is a light that is mixed with darkness, and this light is not credible, and it can make people fall." ”

"Wouldn't it be good to fight for the light instead of accepting her favor?" said Awinhay, "and it is not good that new trees grow from the cliffs, and new grass grows from the stone steps, and a glimmer of light bursts forth in the darkness." ”

"But... But. ”

Avenhai smiled innocently, looked at Vorragon and said, "But sometimes the darkness will play a trick of light, demagoguery, step by step into the darkness, and finally ......"

“...... In the end, he has become a slave to the darkness. ”

"That's right. Awinhay retracted his smile, "There is no real light in this kind of place, what we see in front of us is only disguised darkness, watch out for Voragan, the road ahead is even more dangerous." ”

"What danger awaits us, Lord Awinhay?" said Voragono, nonchalantly.

"There is a magic that cannot be seen or touched in the Plains of Wounds, and that is the singing, which comes from the trees, the grass, the rivers, and the sky, and I have heard the singing, but it is only as fleeting as a meteor, and this short moment will make people linger. Awinhay looked at the puzzled Vorragon and said, "Sometimes soothing like flowing water, sometimes rushing over like a waterfall, sometimes low back like a whisper, singing can make you forget your sorrow and pain, forget the strife of the world, and finally get lost in this vast world, until your bones turn to dust." ”

Vorragon reached out and touched the air, then said, "I know what to do, Lord Awinhay, we can hurry." ”

"Just get ready and go now. Vorragon walked forward intently, and was suddenly stopped by Awinhay, "It seems that you are still not ready, plug your ears, don't hear the singing on the plain of wounds, or you will lose yourself." Awinhay handed a piece of cloth to Voragon and said, "Don't take it off anyway." Voragon hesitated for a moment, then shoved the cloth into his ear. Awinhai pointed in the direction and muttered, and the two of them hurried east with the sun on their backs.

The twilight sky, the green sea, the cool wind, the blue smoke, and even the air you breathe are sweet. The four fields are boundless, the sparkling stream is fixed at the end of the pole, there are no mountains or hills, the scattered trees are lush and luxuriant, and the long shadows and the waves of the sea of grass intersect and shine. But only the voice here could not be heard. Vorragon still walked behind Awinhayi, less than two meters apart, the scepter hadn't left his hand since he approached the river swamp, and he knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to be. Plains of Wounds, the name is so ugly, where does his name come from, it seems that Lord Avenhay is no less afraid of this place than the river demon swamp and the black storm.

What kind of song was it, Woragon became more and more puzzled as he walked, and he looked back at the way he had been, and looked at the black storm, and only in the distance could he really see it in its entirety, it was a swirling black vortex, out of place in comparison with its surroundings, like a black mirror a hundred feet high slanted into the turquoise plain. Black and white bands of light hovered around, like a giant spinning top. The distant sky and mountains were torn into twisted ripples by this black vortex. It was the passage that connected the human world to the Plains of Wounds, and Vorragon couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine as he hesitated how he had come out of that black vortex.

The two of them walked a long way, the black vortex behind them had turned into a black dot in the sky, and the endless grassland in front of them was still endless, and the fatigue had made it impossible for Vorragon to continue walking, so he grabbed Awinhai and signaled to rest. Awinhay leaned into Voraghan's ear and whispered, "Look ahead, what can you see?" Vorragon looked into the distance in confusion, unable to see anything. Awinhai shouted again, "It's almost there!"

It's almost there, yes, it's clear, but I didn't hear any singing the whole time, only the buzzing sound in my head, like a bee. Voragon took off the strip of cloth, and for a moment he finally felt the presence of the land, it was very present beneath his feet, and the sound of the wind was so crisp, and so was the sound of the grass rippling. He heard the light crunch of Awinhai stepping on the grass, the crisp touch of the scepter poking into the dirt, and the sound of the breeze brushing the sleeve of his coat. Singing? Woragon looked around, the sky was still twilight, and the concept of time seemed to freeze here. He remembered that he and Avenhayi had come a long way, and that according to common sense, the twilight had faded, and it would be night.

He only heard a melodious murmur floating from afar, a mournful and ethereal voice that surrounded the beams and clouds, it was a woman's voice, as if she was crying, as if she was complaining, but it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Immediately after, the rippling sea of grass slowly stopped, the wind stopped, and everything froze in an instant, only Awinhai was gradually moving away. Woragon followed the sound and looked out, tears streaming down his cheeks. He felt very sad and sad for this woman. At that moment, it was pitch black before his eyes, and the world was spinning and ...... endlessly.

When I opened my eyes again, my limbs were sore and my whole body was weak. He lay on the grass, Awinhai sat and bandaged his wounds, and at his feet were Voragon with two short knives stained with blood. "Master Awinhai, what's going on?"

"Is that a good song?" he looked in pain, his arm cut open, and blood dripping on the grass.

"Singing?" Vorragon remembered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. ”

"You should be thankful that you are alive. He slowly got up and pressed the scepter to his chest again, "The song will come back, don't be stupid again this time, or I won't be able to save you." ”

Voragon looked at the weapon on the ground and realized that when I lost consciousness, it was I who hurt him, or if the song was manipulating me. "I just want to ......"

“...... I'd like to hear it. Avinhai finished for him, "You can't be blamed for that. But you should know your weaknesses and don't be curious about the unknown, otherwise you won't even know how you died. Cover your ears and hit the road as soon as possible, while the song is still in the air. He swallowed the pain and threw his weapon at Voragon's feet, "It's not far away." ”

Vorragon wiped the blood from the blade with his sleeve and cursed his own stupidity inwardly. The rest of the journey, Awinhai did not say a word, did not look at Voragon again, until a translucent object appeared on the steppe. The shape and size were exactly the same as the previous exit, except that there was no roaring storm, no darkness, no fear that sent chills down the spine, and it looked clean, like a spring hanging upside down in the air.

The two of them reached the edge of the entrance, the twisted and swirling air silent, and Awinhai's choice took off the strip of cloth covering his ears, and Vorragon did so. "You're alright. "Don't feel guilty, or you won't have a long way to go." ”

Wolagon turned his back to the entrance and stared at the grassland, "Isn't there any danger here?"

"The dangerous times are over. Once we pass through this entrance, we will come to the Corridor of Shadows, and the next thing we should notice is that, not the light of this dark disguise. ”

"When I left my hometown for the first time, I still remember my father telling me, when you encounter bad people, run desperately, don't look back, this is your only chance to live, if you meet a robber in the mountains, take off your clothes, maybe you can save a life. "But I was lucky that I didn't meet the robbers and bad guys along the way, and after about a week's walk, I met all kinds of people and strange things, all of which made me grow a lot, and also allowed me to avoid different dangers, but it was not enough, the world is so big, with my ability, I can't survive alone, and finally I joined the men in black, and my worldview has completely changed." ”

"It may be a coincidence," said Voragon when he looked at the road he had walked, "for I was asleep on a full moon night, when two gray-haired old men tapped on the window, one from the far west, and the other from the far east. They both admit that they are each other's biological brothers, but there is a problem that bothers them, the old man from the West has been facing his weakness, constantly overcoming it, and finally getting what he wants, and not only that, but he has also been given inexhaustible wealth and supreme power, and people respect him and respect him, as long as he wants it, he can come easily. And the old man from the far east has been saying no to the world, he has always believed that all this is arranged by God, and there is no need to overcome those that he is not good at, so he packed his bags and took the path that he felt was right, and in this way, the old man did not get wealth or any power, but on the contrary he got the happiness and satisfaction he wanted, both old men were very stubborn, they had the same personality with each other, but they took different paths, and so the next scene happened, the two old men asked me to help them say good things and refute the other person, but I did not weigh the right and wrong between the two。 The old man from the West wanted to grant me endless wealth on the condition that he said no to the old man from the East, and the old man from the East said to show me the right path and put forward the same conditions, and I hesitated. ”

"Which one did you choose?" said Awinhai.

"I chose the path I wanted to take, the man in black, I chose him. ”

"There is nothing wrong with your choice. ”

"So I'm glad I met them, they let me know what I wanted, and when I joined the men in black and fought for peace, I often think about that night. Woragon paused for a moment and then said, "After that, I fought with the blue-eyed giants, went deep into the Jedi Mountains alone to capture the undead, went to the Black Bath Lake, the Wind Roar Ridge, and experienced countless battles large and small, which are only the tip of the iceberg in the vast world. ”

"Your experience has trumped everyone and you should be proud of it. ”

"It's not as good as a roaring beast kneeling in a storm, a monster roaming a swamp, and I don't have the courage to face them. ”

"The power of darkness is stronger than that of light, because people are more afraid of darkness. ”

"Lord Awinhai's words can reinvigorate those who have lost their courage, and I would have died no less than ten times without you along the way. ”

"I'm an old man who can only help you with this, and if you encounter more ferocious monsters, I won't care about you. Awinhai smiled and said to Voragon, "How did you get the long scar on your face?"

"I was wounded while capturing the undead, ten years ago, I met a small team of undead in the Devil's Desert with Baruelin and Ormond, and it took a day of hard fighting to clean up these undead, and my face was scratched by a skull ice hammer, and I was glad it didn't hit me, otherwise my head would have been gone. Woragon said.

"These two people you're talking about are your partners?"

"No, my partner died in the Desperate Mountains. His name is Angai, and he is my good brother. "I've had a harder road than my other friends, and I'm not sure what will happen next, so I've been on my own since my partner's death." ”

"Are you denying your abilities or are you worried that you're going to get into trouble with your partner?"

"What's the difference?"

Awinhai didn't answer, he turned his head slightly, and moved his gaze to the plain in the distance, his expression was serious, "The evening sun should give people a hint of warmth, but I feel a chill, danger is coming, let's hurry into the shadow corridor, there is no time, Voragon." ”

There was no green shadow in sight behind him, and there were boiling heatwaves, sultry winds, and dim skies all around. It wasn't the sky, it was a burning cloud, no, it didn't look like a cloud at all, it was more like surging magma, covering the sky, and there was not a trace of light to be seen here. Another thought was telling him to go back, to the Plains of Wounds, to look at the vast plains and the sky again, even if he couldn't hear a sound.

"Brave Voragon and welcome to the Corridor of Shadows. Avinhai said.

"Lord Awinhai, you always make my hairs stand on end, you must have been here more than once, but many times. ”

"That's right, if you count this time, it's already the eleventh time to visit here, I've gotten used to the environment here a little, and you still need to get used to it slowly, because everything here, I think you should feel it. Avinhai said to Voragon.

"I felt the heat before I entered the passage, I walked in the dark for no less than ten days, and passed through the Plains of Wounds, I should not die here, don't worry, Lord Awinhai, just hurry. "Woragon is full of confidence.

"You are more prepared than me, if you are not mistaken, there are two undead in front of you in the handle of the passage here, you are good at killing the undead, the front will be handed over to you, remember, quietly, quick battle." Avenhai said, looking at Voragon. Voragon drew the short sword from his back, and walked slowly, and saw two undead standing motionless beside the two pillars, holding spears made of skulls one by one, the tips of which were cut from the calf bones. The undead also had a thick bundle of red linen tied to its forehead, and the tail of the cloth fluttered up and down with the sultry wind. Woragon was taken aback by this formation, he had the impression that the undead were some thoughtless and uncontrolled monsters, but this time it was completely different, it was clear that the two undead were domesticated or had been magically enchanted. Woragon didn't hesitate at all, the weapon was thrown at the undead on the left, and he strode another short sword into the neck of the undead in front of him, and before the two undead could react, they turned into a wisp of gray embers at the same time.

Avinhai stepped forward, "This place is familiar. ”

Dry and cracked rivers, abrupt wilderness, withered forests in the red shadows, and erupting volcanoes far away, it is no shorter than the Delon Snow Mountain. "It's a lot like the Black Forest. ”

"This is the Black Forest. Awinhayi's succinct answer was truly bewildering to Voraghan. He withdrew his weapon into its scabbard, surprised.

"It's not so much the shadow of the Black Forest. He pointed into the distance, "This riverbed is the Shadow River Demon Swamp, that forest is the Shadow Black Forest, and that volcanic ......"

“...... It's the shadow of the Delon Snow Mountain. ”

"That's Delon Volcano. ”

"Why is this happening?"

Awinhai shook his head, "I can't answer your question either, in short, this world is like this, but you must know one thing, the Shadow Corridor is replicating the original appearance of the human world, it has been there for thousands of years, and the concept of time here is completely different from the human world, to put it simply, the time of a week here is close to more than three hours of the human world, which happens to provide time for the demon convoy to contain the resentful spirits." Everything in the world is in order, and we can't break her, we can only accept her. Another explanation for growth is called adaptation to order, and another explanation for success is assertion of self, remember this phrase, Woragon. ”

Voragon nodded, he took off his clothes and put them in his baggage, "There is no big difference between the Black Forest here and the Black Forest over there, not to mention that the undead don't want to linger here." ”

"You can also think of this as the realm of the undead, because this is the territory of the undead, and maybe this forest will be a paradise for the undead. ”

"It wasn't until I saw the two undead guarding the passage that I realized that they were also well-trained 'soldiers', and this place really subverted my worldview, whether Orendin, who is in charge of the undead world, will invade the human world with an army of undead. Voragon said to Awinhay as he walked.

"Young man, do not dismiss a warrior who fights for the light, for everything is speculation until these things are fully made public. ”

"I'm just casually saying that he has the right time and place, and you say how easy it is for Orendine to open a passage and the undead flood into the human world with a wave of his hand. ”

"It's not easy at all, the door connecting the two worlds can't be opened with the most expensive materials, the most powerful magic, and the wisest craftsmen in the world. ”

"If you want to count the skilled craftsmen, you have to count the Metir people of Mirror Moon City, their bridges, wineries, palaces and walls are the most gorgeous and magnificent scenery in the world, and even the dusk bunker was built by the Metir people. Woragon said.

"The Man in Black must have spent a whole house of gold to hire them. ”

"Not really, the men in black are not only good at tracking and spying, but also good at diplomacy, and we just used a little gold and an unbreakable covenant to get the castle that stands on the top of the hill. ”

"Presumably the Metiers aren't very smart?" said Avenhai.

"It is true that the Covenant did not buy a whole room of gold, but they were worth much more than that, and the Metir were about to contract all the construction on the continent, and a small part of the work was also attributed to the men in black. ”

"It turns out that you have been playing the role of adding fuel to the fire, and if I were to tell who is the smartest, the man in black can definitely be ranked. Awinhaily quipped.

"We're just changing castles, and we're dealing more with the undead. ”

"This will not lead to anything, just like this big and stout tree, cut it down, and it will grow again, only to dig deep under its feet until it touches its roots and destroys it. Awinhai said, leaning on the long-dead tree in front of him.

"Let me say that the world is a strange and easily angry beast. ”

"It's up to who is spurring this beast, domesticating it and making it a docile friend, isn't it a good thing, the mission of the man in black is to deal with this beast, it seems that you have succeeded most of it. ”

"Peace has always been short-lived, and whenever the sky is clear and the sun is warm, strong winds and rain follow. ”

"Otherwise, the man in black will lose the meaning of existence, this world is like this, there is no eternal peace, let alone eternal win-win, we can only tune the strings in the middle of this wheel, the purpose is to let it go on safely and steadily. "At the border of the Black Forest, further on, you will be on the boundary of the Delong Volcano."

Voragon looked out at the end of the forest, and the billowing smoke arched from the top of the mountain like a cloud of mist, and the blazing wind slanted into the sky, merging with the tumbling red clouds of flames, and the lava sloping down from the towering peaks and disappearing into the vast forest. "A few days ago I made a difficult trek from the Delong Snow Mountains to the Black Forest, and this time I had to cross the magma-gushing Delong Volcano! ”

"Thankfully, we didn't cross the vast sea of fire. Avinhai said, looking at the Delon Volcano.

"What the hell is that?"

"At the foot of the Ridge Mountains, the black bath lake of the human world. ”

"You didn't say it was a Jedi volcano this time, and I wonder what else would happen if we were lucky enough to make it through. ”

"You don't want to see everything here, but you still came with me, a bad old man, don't say you want to go home, of course you say it, I won't stop you. Avinhai said to Voragon.

"I would love to appreciate the beauty of the Plains of Wounds again, or to hear the singing again. ”

"There's no better way to commit suicide, and I agree with you doing it. ”

"Then I'll accompany you forward first, and then return to the Plains of Wounds. The two walked side by side through the bed of the Shadow River Demon Swamp, then deep into the wilderness, and finally into the Shadow Black Forest, where the magma of Mount Delong was like a melting sun, hoarding on the clouds, and the rolling clouds around it were like bright red bloodstreams, this deep forest was illuminated red by Mount Delong, the only thing that remained unchanged was the rotten trees and the hot and dry dust under their feet.

After walking for a while, I heard a sound in the forest in front of me.................., like someone was cutting down a tree. The two of them quietly lurked near the sound, and saw more than a dozen undead wielding the skull axe in their hands vigorously, and you and I hit the dark tree at once, very rhythmically. There were also three or two undead wandering around with long whips in hand, and if you listened closely, you could hear them communicating with each other.

Awinhai whispered to Voraghan, "Let's go north, hide in a hidden place over there, and listen to what they have to say." The two slipped silently into the chaotic branches to the north.

The undead's voice was hoarse and weak, with a shrill wail, an empty echo coming from within the pale skull, like a weak wolf cub wailing in a deep cavern. His eyes are blue, bright blue.

"Hurry up, use all your strength! Cut down these big trees for me, the time for the master to hand it over to us is coming soon, and you still want to be caught in the molten cavern and enjoy the excitement there!" an undead whipped his whip and slammed it into the air. The other undead repeated the same warning, wanting to whip down the stout trees.

"The fortifications have been delayed for three days, you useless waste!" the undead wandered from side to side, his steps like a toddler's baby, and his steps like a sick old man, and a strong wind would blow the walking skeleton down, more violently, and perhaps into a pile of bones.

Two undead soldiers ran from a distance and said to the weak undead, "Commander, the master wants you to hurry, there is no wood available for the underground fortifications." ”

The so-called military leader was even more angry when he heard the words of the undead soldier, and tightly strangled the leather whip in his hand around the neck of the undead, and with a kick, the undead soldier knelt on the ground, and with a bang, the whole skeleton scattered into a pile of bones. "Pick up an axe for me, chop it with them, don't be lazy for me, or it will end up the same as him." Another undead soldier picked up his axe and found a small dead tree and cut it down one by one.

"These undead are speaking the language of the human race? I heard you right. ”

"They are Orentine's subordinates, under Orentine's rule, and they must learn the language of the human race. ”

"So, what are they building?" Vorragon whispered to Awinhay.

"I don't know, it's possible that some houses are being built, I haven't scouted carefully, the undead also have their own entertainment, so let them go"

"Where is Orendin, the master they speak of?" Vorragon wondered.

"No, it was chosen by Orendine himself from among the many undead, and the chosen undead were no less powerful than the best warriors in the human race, and as far as I understand their owners have a name, called Green Fly. Avenhai said to Voragan.

"Green Fly, the name is really funny, why is it so interesting?"

"Because it has green smoke all over its body, even its favorite pet is a big green beast. ”

"The undead and their pets!" Woragan didn't know what to say when he heard Awinhai's words, and his head was full of strange exclamation marks. Awinhai continued to say to Voragan, "Don't underestimate the undead who live on this continent, they have their own way of life, their own laws, their own class system, and even the power struggle between the undead, not to mention the regular army, maybe we are just some inferior creatures in their eyes. ”

Woragon pretended that everything was taken for granted, and said to Avenhai, "The undead have no memory of the human world in their heads, and the wonders of this world always surprise me. ”

"It is said that before, the Green Fly was only a mediocre undead knight, a centurion of Orendin's Legion called Hedra Legion, and it was under the management of the undead knight Dantata, mainly to deal with those who rebelled, or sent to the Shadow Corridor as a cavalry vanguard, to manage and sanction those who wandered in the Shadow Corridor. After that, he was sent to the undead knight Luao, who was the commander of the Black Wind Legion, fighting everywhere for Orendine, but after hundreds of years, the green fly was not promoted by Orendin, so he had evil thoughts and wanted to raise an army to seize the throne, and finally killed Luao, and claimed to kill Luau through his own strength. ”

"In order to expand his rule, Orendine then established some large legions under his personal management, such as the Black Shaman Legion, the Blade Legion, and a well-known legion called the Black Angel Legion, and the Green Fly is the senior consul of the Black Angel Legion, and his power is higher than that of ordinary captains. Awinhai said.

"Black Angel Legion! So that's the case, for this legion, the organization has long heard of it, I have heard this legion mentioned by Master Peshir, waving millions of troops, breaking through the ground, invincible, no one can stop this legion. Woragon said.

"Yes, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. ”

"Since it is an undead, it must be sleeping in the dirt, and when the great war comes, a million undead armies will emerge from the dirt and occupy the entire land and plains, mighty and unstoppable. Woragon said.

Later, however, Orendine wanted to choose the best warrior among the legions to be the resident general of the Shadow Corridor, so the Green Fly regained his evil thoughts and killed the most threatening Captain Bo Fu, the captain of the Blade Legion, and then succeeded in ascending to the throne and sitting in the position of his dreams, and until now, it still sits comfortably. ”

"If so, the Shadow Corridor should not be under the jurisdiction of the Undead Realm, who gave the Undead Realm powers?" Vorragon said to Avenhay in confusion.

"Orendine on the throne! the undead world deserves the king of darkness, he not only has the power of light, but also masters the magic of darkness, under the throne, thousands of undead look up to their supreme king, of course, the shadow corridor is an empty continent, no one said that it is not allowed to control here, not to mention that only the undead can adapt to the harsh environment here. Avinhai said.

"It can also be said that as long as the balance contract is not broken. Vorragon said firmly.

"It's understandable. ”

"The contract has been broken, the bane is here, Maester Pesil's words are not wrong, Orendine has broken the contract, and the balance no longer exists. Vorragon grew angry, "He wants to rule the whole of the Savages. ”

"Self-judgment can have serious consequences, don't say that lightly, Woragon. "Avenhay is trying to stop Woragon's wrath. But Vorragon didn't listen to Awinhay's words, he clenched his fists and said, "If not, why did Orendine go to such great lengths to build up an army, I think that's the only purpose, Lord Awinhai! The contract has been destroyed, and the grave keeper is still obsessed, nesting in the Black Forest watching the storm that never changes day and night, listening to the moans of those roaring beasts day after day, Lord Awinhai, war is about to begin." ”

"Anger has overwhelmed you, calm down......" Awinhay reassured Voragon again.

"When the human continent is ruined and all civilizations are destroyed, you won't say that, and your anger will be even stronger than mine. ”

"We are standing here now, only a few hours away from the truth, don't let these unfavorable thoughts ruin this mission, you have to see what you came here for, Woragon, and think carefully about what Maester Pesil told you. Awinhay said sternly to Voragan.

Only then did Vorragon suppress his anger, and after a long silence, "If my judgment is correct, which side will the grave keeper be on?"

"The grave keeper will be on the side of the light. Awinhai put his hand on Voragon and said, "We will not be alone, the Grewin star will point us in the right direction." ”

"One day, we'll fight together. ”

"Of course it will, you and I are old friends, but the battlefield is different, it will not be safe to stay here for a long time, we continue to hurry, through the Delong volcano in one breath, time is precious. After speaking, the two looked at the undead not far away, at this time the undead had just cut down a big tree, and the other undead were still vigorously wielding the skull axe in their hands, like a winding doll, Qiang ......! Qiang ......! Qiang ......! The two did not sit or stop, using the sound of trees and volcanic eruptions to bypass them.

"I have a slight impression of the fork in the road, the world here and there is simply twinning. Woragon now walked ahead of Awinhayi, paving the way for the old man.

"Follow your familiar path all the way southwest, and you're sure to see a tall black tower. Woragon walked for a moment, crouched on the ground and looked around carefully, grabbing a handful of burnt dirt, "Is it a nest of green flies?"

"If there are no undead near the Black Tower, that path is a good shortcut. Avenhay said to Voragon with one hand holding the tree, "That is the first level to the world behind the Shadow Corridor, the 'Black Demon Tower', and it is also the only way for the demon convoy to pass. ”

"What are your plans, Lord Awinhai. ”

"We're already in the realm of the undead, and my plan can't save the two of us, only improvisation. ”

Woragon looked up at the volcano in front of him, "The more dangerous the place, the safer, what do you think." ”

"It seems that there is only one way, and my gut tells me that flowing through the lava can help us through the volcano. Avenhai's mind was full of uncertainty, "What message can that handful of scorched earth give you?"

"There are no undead in front of you except trees and hot air. "This is one of the skills of the men in black, tracking the undead and finding unfamiliar terrain. ”

"Okay, just follow your ideas. Avinhai walked forward and said to Voragon.

"Haven't you been to the world behind the volcano?"

"There's a path to try, if you're brave enough. ”

Woragon was a little excited when he heard this, "Then take the road you have walked." After speaking, he showed a puzzled expression, and his excitement instantly turned into worry. But it wasn't just Woracan who was worried, Awinhai also fell silent, and then said, "If you have any other way, we can choose to bypass that road as well." ”

"This magma-simmering mountain range has blocked any path, and I listen to you, Lord Awinhay. ”

"Morse Pit, even the undead will avoid it, so we choose places where the undead dare not go. ”

Woragon was so frightened by Awinhai's words that he almost couldn't stand up, he didn't say a word, he didn't ask what the Morse pit was, maybe he couldn't accept these horrible things anymore, the advice was like a sharp blade peeling off his flesh layer by layer. He nodded lightly and said to Awinhai, "Then you have to lead the way." ”

In less than an hour, the two arrived at the entrance of the Morse Crater, which is located under a hanging wall at the foot of the Delong Volcano, which is nearly 100 zhang high like a giant gate carved by a towering giant axe, like a magnificent black curtain presented in front of the two. It was a sense of oppression that had crept into his bones, and Woragon thought to himself, no dead thing dared to come near this place, let alone two living people. He walked to the stone door next to the entrance of the cave, stared at the intelligible lines on the stone door, and said to Avinhay, "Is this a warning or a curse?"

Awinhai patted the scorched earth on his body, glanced at the stone door, and sat down on the stone with his cane, "It is the ancient language of the dead, the lingua franca used by the dead in the depths of darkness to communicate with each other, it is better than the elven language, it predates any language in the wilderness, if I could understand it, I would definitely not be stupid to come here." ”

"Think of it as a welcome to visitors. Woragon looked at the stone gate and said, "Welcome to the Morse Pit, there will be plenty of food, delicious liquor, and passion tobacco leaves for you to use, my distant friends! The goosebumps on my body have fallen off, and I don't feel any fear now, and what kind of monster is in the cave doesn't matter to me anymore, what matters is that I can walk with Lord Awinhayi along the way, and it is not a matter of death without regrets." ”

"I am reluctant to come here because my old friends and many of the grave keepers have died in the pit, and whenever they pass through here, their figures will appear before me, their burning bodies, their pleading eyes, and they will forever curse me for not saving them." ”

"That's not true, it's the trick of the undead, and Lord Awinhay won't believe it. ”

"I wish they had cursed me. Awinhai sighed deeply, "Blame me for not having enough strength to save them, and blame me for not having the courage to face my old friend who died." ”

"I've also discovered one of your Achilles' heels, but the cunning undead are one step ahead of me, cheer up some Lord Awinhai, and don't let the undead take advantage of the weakness to defeat you. Woragon said.

Avinhay was reminded by his words, and slowly got up in response, "Go into the Morse pit one more time, and it's time to put an end to these things." He looked at the words on the stone door and said, "Those who can understand the language of the ancient undead, whether it is the undead or the human, the purpose is to warn everything that comes, and if you are ready, we will set off." ”

Woragon looked at the deep cavern, "We are already in the land of death, and life and death are no longer important. ”