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A tall figure in the uninhabited forest opened the way, with a tall shield at the arm and a great sword behind it.

"How much longer?" he lifted his head, revealing a terrifying face, bulging scars twisting into his muscles like centipedes.

"Wait. Ike stood still, his right hand pressing on his left contact.

"It's about half an hour away from the Silent Valley. Ike shrugged his shoulders.

Aragorn remained silent, he was like a boulder, thick and composed.

"Ike, I still think it's weird. ”

After a long time, Aragorn spoke, and a chill arose as he looked at his surroundings.

"Yes, but this is the first task assigned by the Academy, and we must complete it beautifully. Ike said with a deep breath.

At this time, it has been more than half a month since the rudiments of the Destruction Mystery have been comprehended, and due to the official entry of Lyle Magis in the Forgotten Street, the monthly assessment will also be managed by the Academy.

This mission is to explore the Temple of the Cultivators in the Silent Valley, and it is the first mission assigned by the Academy to the Forgotten Street, which they must complete to prove their strength.

Due to the departure of Arti and the others, there are not many candidates for the Forgotten Street to complete the mission.

Among the remaining people, Tashi and Cassie have reached the critical moment of comprehending the mystery and breaking through the third order, and only Aragorn and Ike, who have already broken through to the third order, have time.

The Temple of the Monk is an ancient building, in the silent valley of the Black Forest, long deserted.

The temple is recorded to have been left behind during the "Turbulent and Chaotic" era of the Eighth Age, which happened to be at an inflection point in history, when the demons and zerg defeated Ello, leaving behind countless nests. And the rest of the races have been fighting for Ello's dominance for nearly a thousand years!

The Temple of the Monks was created by a group of humans who share a common belief and live in seclusion in the Black Forest.

In fact, in that chaotic era, many such temples were founded, and the original intention of these races to create temples was also to avoid war and cultivate with peace of mind.

It was not until the end of that era that these temples died out for inexplicable reasons, and only a handful still exist today.

The reason for this visit to the Monk's Temple was caused by the disappearance of a group of mercenaries.

A month ago, a total of 132 members of the Flame Mercenary Regiment were hunting demonic beasts near the Cultivator's Temple, but a day later, these guys all disappeared silently.

This matter attracted the attention of the Mercenary Guild, and they sent a team of Graveblade Eagle's subordinates to conduct a carpet search.

Graveblade Eagle is one of the three major organizations of the Mercenary Guild.

The highest subordinate rights of the Mercenary Guild belong to the Mercenary Hall of Fame, and the secondary rights are delegated to the Guild Headquarters, the Tomb Blade Eagle Headquarters, and the Damnation Headquarters.

The headquarters of the guild is in charge of the information and materials of the guild at all levels, and has the right to deliberate, supervise and assemble.

The headquarters of the Tomb Blade Eagle is where the armed forces of the Mercenary Guild are located, and all levels of guilds have their squads stationed, and the top leader of the squad, the Eagle Head, has the same position as the head of the guild branch.

The Damnation Headquarters is in charge of punishment and investigation, and is one of the darkest divisions of the Mercenary Guild, and they are all called by their code names, hidden and in the shadows. Have the right to report, punish and kill!

The Graveblade Eagle team that received the task quickly launched an operation, but did not get the slightest clue for ten days, and finally had to give up.

It's just that I didn't expect Lyll Magis to send such a mission to the Forgotten Street, this mission is not troublesome, just go and investigate, and it doesn't even take long. It's not easy, because after all, that place buried a whole weaving mercenary group.

"Ike, be careful, my sixth sense tells me there's big trouble waiting for us. Aragorn understood the importance of this mission to the Forgotten Streets, but he was uneasy.

"Aragorn, when did you become a prophet and have prophecy?" Ike then joked, soothing the tension.

"This is no joke, Ike!" Aragorn put a hand on Ike's shoulder, his eyes burning.

Ike's heart tightened, although Aragorn usually didn't smile, he would also interject a few words in everyone's jokes, and his current expression happened to tell him that the situation was serious.

"Ike, you may not know, I've only had this feeling twice in my life! The first time was in Talia Aradosfeuli!" Aragorn took a deep breath, his memory flashing back in an instant, and a hint of fear appeared on his resolute face.

"Death Sanctuary Lair!" Ike felt a chill in his heart, this hell-level lair was a nightmare for the whole Ello!

"The second time was at the Holy Mountain of Fryer, and that was when I almost lost my life, and although I survived, the scars on my body will never be erased. Aragorn's hands trembled, caressing his bumpy face.

He will never forget that day, and from that day on, the name of the ugly bastard will always follow him, and he left her gloomily.

"Holy Mountain of Light?" Ike's heart beat uncontrollably, Flair Holy Mountain, how could he forget? He had been to that place twice, once when he was brought back to Ello, and the second time when he had returned to Skarna as a child when he had passed the test of talent magic.

The Holy Mountain of Flair, also known as the Holy Mountain of Light, is the high mountain on which the main church of the Holy See of Light is located, and it is also the holy mountain among all believers, and the Holy Spirit is inviolable.

In ancient languages, he is also translated as a mountain that listens to the will of God.

"This is the third time, you know what I mean?" said Aragorn, who lowered his large, rough hand. "Ike, I think we're going to be conservative..."

"Aragorn, do you understand the significance of this mission?" Ike suddenly raised his head and smiled, "This is the stepping stone for the Forgotten Street to return to Lyl Magis, I don't want to see the disappointed looks of the teacher and the other tutors, and I don't want to go back like this." ”

Aragorn laughed too, as if he had seen Frieza wiping the three bronze statues day after day, pitiful and stubborn.

"Aragorn, I've never talked to you, and after hearing about you just now, I also want to ask, why didn't you leave the two times when you knew the danger?"

Aragorn didn't answer, why go?

"Aragorn, it is true that it is the instinct of all intelligent races to seek advantage and avoid harm, but what do people do in life, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, isn't it?" Ike stretched out his palm.

"We are partners, but also brothers! Man, what are you afraid of?"

Syllable!

Aragorn slapped it fiercely, "Man, what are you afraid of!"

"You're good enough. Ike shook his hand vigorously, and it turned red.

"Haha-" Aragorn laughed uncontrollably, and the uneasiness in his heart disappeared strangely.

He had heard the elders of the clan say that there is a kind of person who has such a unique charm in his body that you will feel at ease when you stand by his side, even if you will face the scythe of death.

"Hahaha!" Ike laughed as the two continued in this cheerful atmosphere.

・・・・・・

The Valley of Silence, the Temple of the Monks.

In the deepest part of the ruined temple, in a room with a huge statue.

The stone bricks on the ground were scattered in the corners, and in the center was a huge pit of ten by ten meters, and in the hole floated a crystal white bone, and there was blood flowing in it, it was blood! viscous blood! disgusting blood!

The vast hall was filled with a strong smell of blood, and this terrible pool of blood was bubbling and bubbling, as if there was a furnace underneath, burning non-stop.

Syllable!

Another huge bubble of blood exploded, and the rising fishy smell melted into the air.

The man in a black robe pinched his nose and frowned, "Oranvido, your blood clan is really getting more and more perverted. ”

Crash!

Suddenly, a small mound rose from the center of the pool of blood towards the ceiling.

Drops of blood descended back into the pool of blood, and a ball of blood wriggled in the air before condensing into a human form again.

Smack!

Oranwido tilted his head and took a hard breath of air, revealing a face of enjoyment, "Oh, Sim, you really don't understand, such a wonderful thing is so annoying?"

"Tell me, what the hell are you trying to do?" Sim walked aside and opened a worn stone window.

"I said I would get back what I lost!" a sickly smile appeared on Oranvideo's pale cheeks.

"Why is that broken stone so important?" asked Sim, puzzled.

"What do you know? That stone is the key to finding something like that!"

"What is it? Twelve Decays, do you think that legend is true?" Sim sneered, the sarcasm in his eyes palpable.

"Hmph, I'd rather believe it than not!If I really have the Twelve Decays of Destruction, then I definitely have a greater certainty of entering the Legendary Rank, and I will be able to take revenge when the time comes!" Oranvido stroked his scarlet lips, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

"It's been almost a few years, wasn't it Grant who beat you in that game, is it necessary to be so hateful?" Sim said casually.

"Hahahaha, it's not necessary? If it weren't for Grant, the Black Knife of the Night would be in my pocket, and his position today would be mine! I'm the legend of Klosesco! Do you think I should hate!" Orlanvido stepped in and grabbed Sim by the throat.

"Sim, you shit, you also participated in the competition, and now you have ended up like this!

Syllable!

"Ahem!" Sim rubbed his neck, as if he was used to Olinvido's moodiness, and sneered, "Yes, I am indeed a waste, I used to enter the abyssal graveyard to find hope for a breakthrough, and now I am lurking like a dog in Lyermagis, and I don't even have dignity." ”

"Okay, it's important to get down to business, this time I'm going to let that little ghost die completely!

The sound of wild laughter echoed through the room, echoing through the window throughout the temple of the Monks, startling a crow perched on the branches of a dead old tree in the courtyard.