"Your choice is ill-advised. Avinhai put the burden on his back and wiped the water stains from his scepter, "It's too late to turn back." ”

Woragon stood side by side with Avenhai under the city gate, the storm in front of him obscured his vision, and he subconsciously touched the weapon on his back, "I have decided, I will not change, I must find the truth." ”

"Maybe our journey has been in vain, and the murderer is not in the Shadow Corridor, let alone Orendine. He looked sideways at Voragon.

"Then it's all the more worth the trip, I like surprises, from start to finish. ”

Avinhai smiled unabashedly, "You're fit to join the Grave Keeper, and if you're going to take off that black cloak, I'll make you a new one." ”

"Anyway, I'm better off staying in Lannia and slaughtering the undead in the sun and rain. He scoffed at what he saw, "Even if I spend a year and a half in the Wind Roar Mountains, and build a retirement house in the Desperate Mountains, I will never tire of it, Lord Awinhai, you know I don't like it here." Let's hurry as soon as possible. ”

"You're going to miss it here, I promise. His tone was calm but a little contemptuous, which made Voragon uncomfortable.

The journey to the river demon swamp was long and dim, with bare hills and dead vegetation standing on the black earth, and the feet on the mottled earth rolled up high dust, and gradually covered the footprints, and there was no trace of walking. Awinhay walked ahead, his steady pace making it difficult to discern Awinhayi's age, and Vorragon still had a lot of concerns in his heart as he watched the rows of disappearing footprints left behind him. Once you pass through the river swamp and enter that storm, you will encounter how many undead will be chased. But the greatest fear comes from the unknown in the dark depths. Orendine won't allow outsiders to intrude on his territory at will, will he know?"

Awinhay slowed down and walked side by side with Voragon "Before coming here, Orendine belonged to the Radiant Legion and was an excellent commander, but then the Legion had an accident during the mission, and he was the only one in the Legion who survived, so Orendin was sent here, and now it can be said that Orendin holds the right to life and death on this continent" Avenhai's tone became a little solemn, It's been almost a hundred years, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years, and the darkness of the undead world is beyond anyone's reach, and Orendine is no exception, so even if we fight together, the environment will change everything that has been lost. ”

"What happened to his legion?" asked Volagon after.

Avinhai shook his head silently, "There are some things you still don't know, but I'll tell you when the time comes." ”

After that, the journey was boundless and uninhabited, and after more than an hour, they arrived at the Blood Gate of the River Demon Swamp. The four lighthouses are built along the river demon swamp, connected to each other by tall walls, which extend nearly a mile at each end. Crimson flames burned on the lighthouse, and there were numerous figures hovering over the walls, but beyond that, there was darkness. The storm was steaming and tumbling above the city walls, lightning intertwining, tearing through the darkness in an instant, and returning to darkness with a roar.

The closer you got to the swamp, the stronger the stench of rotting filth, and finally Vorragon had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He didn't like it more than staying in the Scarlet Fortress, and Avenhay didn't plan to stop here, let alone have a cup of tea with the guards at the Blood Gate, but went straight to Woracan to find his way through the swamp.

The two found the hidden stone path half an hour away from the Bloodgate checkpoint, the surface of which was covered in a pool of dark green muddy water, marked by wooden stakes on both sides, but most of it had been eroded by the swamp. "This shortcut will help us wade through the River Swamp and maybe avoid the Dark tokens. Avinhai rolled up his trousers and was the first to walk into the swamp, testing his scepter with every step. "You have to move fast, and delaying it will only lead to trouble. He said as he walked.

Woragon pulled up his trousers and followed closely behind, and with each step, the warm, stinky water formed a dark green muddy soup beneath his feet, and the damp rancid stench enveloped the two of them like steaming smoke. He found that covering his mouth and nose did not help, the stench would run down the trouser legs into his thighs, into his body, and into his armpits, and that the faint fan of his cloak would carry a pungent smell of sweat mixed with rancid stench. And the smell of fear. He felt the fear, it was from the river swamp, not the dead.

The River Demon Swamp is twice as wide as the Redstone River, and the River Demon Swamp in the darkness resembles an endless quagmire, reminding Woragon of the Black Algae Lake at the foot of the Jedi Mountains and the rotten worms that inhabit the Black Algae Lake. He couldn't help but feel sick when he thought of this. It's scarier than the Black Algae Lake, the dark token, the monster that scares the grave keepers. Woragan watched the sides of the swamp vigilantly, except for the dimness, there was only an unsightly storm on the other side of the river, lightning dancing in the black clouds, but the swamp of the river demon beneath his feet was not so bright.

The two of them walked silently, one after the other, the noise under their feet completely covered in the storm, which would not be detected by the dark tokens, Woracan was secretly sure. They made a detour in the center of the River Demon Swamp, heading downstream into a zone surrounded by black water, where they bypassed the black water and turned into the place where they had just left upstream, with hidden shortcuts at both ends less than ten meters apart.

"Better hurry, Lord Awinhay. Woragon whistled behind him, his voice fainting from between his sleeves. Awinhay did not hear him. "My lord, we're almost there. ”

"Stop!" Avenhay said softly to Voragon "Silence and let this monster pass." ”

Voragon slowly squatted on the ground and looked ahead, and suddenly a big guy with thick black smoke in front of him was dragging its clumsy body and slowly moving forward, like a big maggot that had just been fed, and streams of viscous black liquid kept flowing out of its tail, because of the side, Vorragon couldn't see its eyes, it seemed that the disgusting monster didn't have eyes at all but skewered around with its sense of smell.

Just as the two of them waited quietly for the monster to leave, the monster found them. The huge body moved desperately in the swamp, rolling the swamp into a huge puddle, and then Voragon really saw the appearance of the monster, a big round mouth like a wine barrel, dense fangs wriggling, the monster roared at them and let out a hoarse howl, and slapped its body against the swamp and headed straight for them. Woragon subconsciously took a few steps back, almost falling into the swamp. He had never encountered such a disgusting monster, and even the ugliest undead were a hundred times better than this.

Awinhayi shouted, "Stand back at Voragan! don't be touched by it! I'll leave it to me!" Voragon stood up, a handful of slimy, stinky mud in his palm, he shook it off, and pulled out two short knives from his back, only to be pushed back by Awinhayi. At this time, Voragon didn't know what to do, but kept his eyes on the monster that was coming towards them. "Your weapon won't hurt it at all. Awinhai held the scepter in both hands, and recited a language that Voragan had never heard before, and in an instant, a blinding light shot out from the scepter, illuminating the dark river demon swamp, and the light formed an arc-shaped barrier in front of Awinhai, through the dazzling light, you could vaguely see that the monster was desperately crashing into the barrier, and each impact would produce a violent tremor, and the sound was like a thunderous war drum.

"The faithful servants of the Ainoa Light will bring judgment!Get back into the darkness!" another ray of light shot out from the scepter, and in an instant, night turned into day, and the monster was hit by the beam, flying several meters away, splashing black mud flowers several feet high. The powerful impact also sent Vorragon back several meters, and Awinhai stood in place, trampled out of a deep pit under his feet. A blinding beam of light surrounded Awinhai, like an elf with a shield in hand, ready to strike. Woragon glanced up at the monster that had fallen in the swamp, and then looked behind the monster, "Watch out, my lord!" Behind the monster that collapsed in the swamp was a large group rushing towards them, and the sound of slapping the swamp was like a rushing tsunami.

Awinhai shouted, "I'll hold this monster back, you run to the other side, away from the swamp!" Woragan didn't hesitate, and stepped across the stone path with lightning speed, only to see the monster on the side like a tumbling black torrent.

Strands of light streaked across the sky, breaking through the storm of clouds and illuminating the swamp and the Black Forest beyond, and Voragon crouched on the shore and looked out at the swamp, the blinding light that kept Voragon open. Immediately afterward, the light vanished, and silence fell all around. Voragon watched the darkness carefully, trying to find some signs of activity, but could not see anything, and he tried to go into the swamp again to look for Avinhay, but could not find the way he had just been. He probed the swamp with his weapon, and with each touch, the blade sank into the mud, as if the path had never existed. The thought of the moment was also telling him that the river demon swamp did not exist, Awinhayi did not exist, and he was in a dark and chaotic place. Lightning, thunder, and a foul stench weary him.

A dim light floated from the center of the river demon swamp, swaying from side to side, up and down, and Vorragon subconsciously shouted, "Lord Awinhay, is that you?" did not answer, but got closer and closer, Vorragon drew his weapon and looked carefully at the 'big oil lamp'.

"Vorragon is me," Awinhay walked slowly to the shore, "who else but me?"

Woragon then lowered his weapon and stepped forward to support Awinhay, "I'm glad to see you back safely." ”

"Well, yes, I'm glad I managed to escape from these monsters safely, you weren't hurt. Awinhaily quipped.

Woragon replied with a reassuring smile, "Well, I'm fine, it's just...... It's just that I was smoked by the stench of these monsters. ”

The two returned to the shore and sat down to rest for a while, Voragon kept an eye on the swamp, as if the danger of the swamp was greater than the roaring dark storm behind him, "If I pass by here again, I will choose to die." ”

Awinhay looked at Voragan's frightened eyes and said, "It is ironic that the guardians of the light who fought against the darkness and were forgotten by the light and became slaves of the darkness, there is so much injustice in the world that we cannot control it, and I use the scepter in my hand to banish them with the light of their faith. ”

Woragon comforted, "This is what they wanted, and you gave it to them. ”

"But don't worry, they won't be coming back for a while, our worst enemy is the storm behind us, if you're ready, we'll go. ”

......

"Dark clouds, storms, boring tricks, fooling everybody? Jokes! I think it's a story of comforting children. Woragon wrapped his cloak tightly, and moved forward step by step against the black storm, the dark soot under his feet had already flooded his ankles, and from the gaps in the soot came out of the black gas, scorching Voragon 's body. The goose-feathered soot fell from the black storm like a heavy snow in the middle of the night, but the snow flakes here would not melt, and Voragon shook off the smoke and dust on his body, and hurriedly wrapped his body, for fear that the stain from the dark world would infect his skin. Woragon kept complaining in his heart, of course, whoever was here would complain about God's injustice, but Vorragon was complaining about the darkness of the undead world, complaining about this disgusting storm.

Avinhai, who was walking in front, seemed to be familiar with the direction, and walked with his head down and tried his best, no matter how he wandered in the dark and how he turned in circles, it would not affect Awinhai's steps. Woragon could no longer bear such an aimless hurry, and quickened his pace to the front of Awinhayi, and turned sideways with great difficulty, "Lord Awinhai, we have come a long way in this storm, are we going in the wrong direction. ”

Avenhay squinted, looked at the darkness in front of him, and said to Voragon, "Don't measure this storm by the length of the journey, if so, you will never get out, time, only time." ”

A bolt of lightning slashed over their heads, illuminating the darkness for a moment, and Woracan looked up and swept around, goosebumps rising all over his body. "What's that?"

Dense figures spread all around the two of them, thin bodies kneeling in the deep smoke, huge heads looking up at the boundless darkness, they were motionless, like the soul-stripped dead begging for forgiveness from the dark god day and night, and like a long-sealed tombstone straight into the darkness, long forgotten by the world.

"That's a roaring beast!" Avenhai shouted to Vorragon in the raging storm, "don't provoke them, or they'll be pulled into the endless abyss and follow me closely!"

"Could it be that there are monsters as disgusting as the river swamps?" Vorragon quickened his pace, following closely behind Awinhayi. If you go any faster, you will step on Awinhai's heel and even collide with Awinhai. The fear that seeped into his bones once again made Voragon uncomfortable. "If you're not mistaken, we're only a few meters away from some growler, why don't they attack on their own. ”

"It doesn't hurt if you want to try, as long as you have enough strength, you can really save your life. Avenhay suddenly slowed down, glanced ahead, looked around, and pointed in the direction of Voragan, "Let's go that way, I remind you again! Although the two of them changed directions, they could not see anything in the darkness at all, and for Voragan, it was an aimless journey, but this time Vorragon realized that this journey was all avoiding the 'tombstones' under his nose, the so-called roaring beast that Awenhai shouted about.

Another long bolt of lightning streaked through it, and in an instant darkness turned to day, and Vorragon hurriedly turned his head to look around. More and more, denser and denser, like walking into an endless cemetery. Voragon became cautious, his eyes carefully scanning the path under his feet, sometimes taking Awinhai's back for a motionless monster, suddenly stopped, looked at the back, the back became farther and farther away, and confirmed that he was mistaken, so he hastened to follow.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Avenhai broke the silence and said to Voragon and said, "If you are not mistaken, you will be out of the storm by climbing over the small hill ahead, and although the end is near, you must be very careful." Woragon looked up ahead, and saw nothing in the pitch black, and could only imagine in his head the scene ahead, perhaps a hill made of corpses, or an endless desert or an endless sea behind the storm. "How close is it?" said Voragon .

"You can silently count your steps, and you can walk out in less than a thousand steps. "Smiling young man, don't be too pessimistic, behind the storm is a world you can't imagine." ”

"As long as it's a little better than the River Demon Swamp, I'll be satisfied. ”

"What wealth has Pesil given you, that you can go down this road without complaint, through the straits, through the plains of the floating sea, through the Delon Snow Mountains alone, into the Black Forest, and adventure with me, a bad old man, you are the first. ”

"Many people don't want to get this wealth, but the brothers of the man in black ......"

“...... That's good," Awinhai interrupted, "He can accompany you for the rest of your life, he can make you braver, and one day you can take Peshir's place and become a good leader." ”

"I'm not fit to be a leader, I'm just fit to walk on the edge of a knife and do my best for those who deserve it. ”

"It's useless to have a body of blood, you have to be resourceful and brave, young people, put away your blood, and be able to really protect yourself to have the opportunity to protect the people around you. Avinha said, pointing to the darkness ahead, "We can't go ahead, we have to make a big detour and follow me." ”

"What? There's a roaring beast up ahead!"

"Yes, there will be more and more Roaring Beasts from now on, but everything can be controlled. Avinhai said.

"It's only a few hundred meters, and you can raise your scepter in your hand and chant that interesting spell to drive away these roaring beasts with your light without wasting time around them. ”

"These growlers are not of darkness or light, and my weapons can't hurt them," Awinhai explained to Voraghan, "Do you know why they're called growlers? The dark storm is one with these motionless monsters, they can't see, they can't hear, they can't smell, when they get close to touch him, he will naturally grab you, and then hug you tightly, you will feel the heart-rending pain, hear the sound of bones cracking, and finally fall into the abyss of death, forever enjoying the fear of the abyss and endless nothingness. Awinhai shuddered as he spoke, and Vorragon choked up and couldn't speak.

The two of them bypassed the dense roaring beast, and gradually climbed towards the small hill, and halfway up the mountain, they could faintly see a faint light curtain behind the hillside, and they wanted to speed up their pace, but to no avail, taking a wrong step would break into the net laid by the roaring beast, and death was only a matter of moments. Voragon shifted more of his gaze to the pimple-inducing monsters, not wanting to go in the wrong direction, even if he made eye contact with them. In less than half an hour, the two of them climbed to the top of the hill without danger. Avinhai stood straight on the top of the hill, looking down at the white world looming behind the storm, letting the smoke and dust blow at Awinhai like snow. Woragon followed, climbed up the hill, and felt the power of the light, she was so lovely and playful, dancing like a maiden with a thin veil of gauze. Standing next to Awinhai, Vorragon said excitedly, "I have never found that a place with sunlight is so beautiful. ”

"Take a step further, it's like you've passed through the Black Storm, and you'll be amazed when you actually get out of here. Awinhai said to Vorragon with a smile.

The two of them quickened their pace and walked down the hill, past which they could no longer see the horrible roaring beasts. The surrounding light began to become stronger, and Vorragon could clearly see the open land around him and the abrupt hills behind him. Silence began to fall, and the roar of the storm could no longer be heard. With each step, the surroundings change strongly until you stand on the edge of darkness, the border of black and white. Voragon stepped through the last darkness, and before his eyes was another magical world.

Woragon stood there dumbfounded, looking at the scene before him, and his whole body was much lighter, it was not the corpses that littered the mountains, nor the struggling undead, nor the swamps, the darkness, and the scorched soot all over the sky. Vorragon looked at Avenhai suspiciously, "Is this the Corridor of Shadows or the Undead Realm?"

Avenhay wiped the scepter with his cuff, "Who told you this is the Corridor of Shadows or the realm of the dead, there's still a long way to go." ”

"Unless my eyes are bewitched by your magic, this can't be the scene here. ”

"And what do you think it will look like?" said Awinhai.

"I can't imagine it anymore. ”

Avinhai took a deep breath, "Welcome to the Plains of Wounds!"