In the center of the snowy peak, the area surrounded by thousands of columns, there is only a scorched earth. The ground was as if it had been burned by fire, charred and clumped. There is nothing else on the snowy peaks other than this scorched earth.

Qianye walked to the edge of the peak rock and looked out, and suddenly felt that the ground shape in some places ahead was a little unnatural. He walked over, raised his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the Force swept away the snow. What was exposed under the snow was the white bones of the forest. Some of those white bones can barely see the outline of a werewolf, while others are just severed limbs, and if it weren't for the special background of the Snow Peak Sacrifice Field, it would be impossible to tell what species they belonged to.

The white bones are just that, the key is the quantity, just the exposed white bones are several meters thick, and I don't know how many corpses are hidden under the snow!

"Thousand nights, I've found the entrance!" cried Carol from afar.

Qianye's figure flashed, and he arrived at Carol's side. In front of her, a huge stone slab several meters in diameter had been lifted, revealing a wide and deep passage below.

As Fang stepped into the passage, the smell of corruption hit her face, and Carol immediately covered her nose. A blood fire ignited around Qianye's body, burning out all the filth and smell. The passage was not long, and after turning the corner, it entered a huge hall.

The hall is tens of meters high and extremely wide, and it seems to have been carved by taking advantage of the natural space in the mountain. Every ten meters on the four walls, there is a bone torch, I don't know what kind of fuel is used, and the jumping is all the faint blue phosphorus fire, which dyes the whole hall a faint green.

As a result, the space outside the phosphorus fire became darker, and even if Carol could see at night, her vision in the phosphorus fire was actually more blurred than in the night. Such an environment, and even the foul smell that filled her everywhere, made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that her face was pale, Qianye raised her right index finger, and a little light lit up on her fingertips. This little light became extremely blazing in the blink of an eye, like a new sun, instantly filling the cave hall with light and heat.

Screams rang out from several corners, and several wolf-like creatures fell out of hiding. As soon as their fur touched the light of the morning light, wisps of green smoke immediately ignited, and the smell of burnt paste quickly dissipated. I saw the tumbling black shadow constantly wailing, rolling on the ground in pain.

Thousand Nights collected the Force from her fingertips, and the light converged, still illuminating the entire hall, but no longer containing devastating heat and blazing.

Carol thundered and whipped the wolf-like creatures in front of her. After a closer look, the two of them found that these were actually werewolves, and they were very young in appearance and had not yet fully developed. They were covered in scars and neatly cut wounds, not wounds sustained in battle.

Several young werewolves closed their eyes tightly and wailed, blood running down their eyes. They were originally dark creatures, and the little bit of Force light in the Thousand Nights was extremely intense, and these werewolves didn't know how powerful they were, and after looking at them directly, their eyes were immediately blind.

Carol observed for a moment and said, "Why do they seem to be out of their minds?"

Qianye was also puzzled, it didn't seem to be caused by the Dawn Force burn, and after examining the injury for a while, he exhaled and said, "They are all missing a lot of organs, and it is a miracle that they are still alive." ”

"These are werewolves, why did the Duke of Bones do this to them?

Qianye shook her head and said, "It should be...... It works. ”

"It works!" Carol choked. She shuddered at the thought of the columns on the platform outside and the unknown energy.

Thousand Nights' gaze swept across the hall. In the center of the hall is a stone altar, purple and black throughout. When he looked closer, Qianye realized that the purple-black color was actually layers of blood, which had coagulated because of age.

In the center of the altar, there is also a protruding disc with a circle of Force arrays engraved on the edges, which is roughly the function of stimulating vitality and stimulating the growth of the body. If it is used on this altar, then it also has the effect of bloodletting.

The altar fell silent, unresponsive. Qianye looked around again and saw rows of tall cabinets on the four walls. He walked over, opened the cabinet door, and his face changed slightly.

The tall cabinet was full of organs of all kinds, some fresh and some beginning to rot. I don't know how many werewolves these organs were taken from.

In the middle of the high cabinet, there are several experimental tables and workbenches, although Qianye can't understand the purpose of those utensils of different shapes and pipe mixing facilities, but several of them seem to be produced by the Great Qin Empire, and the nameplate is still on it, which can be read from the text, these are all equipment for tissue purification.

Seeing this, Qianye understood that this should be the place where the Duke of White Bone purified the young werewolf genius bloodline and transplanted it to himself. Although I don't know what the function of that altar is in the whole process, just looking at the facilities and layout in the underground hall, this secret method is probably not very clever. The devices were all old, and only one was a new model of the Empire. But the new device didn't look like it was going to work with the others.

At this point, the current situation of those young werewolves has an answer. They have had their organs harvested, and perhaps have been tortured in other ways, and they have lost their minds from the pain and have been unable to maintain their appearance, and they have always been the atavistic appearance of this half-wolf, half-human.

Having harvested his organs, but not letting them die immediately, the Duke of Bones seemed to be aware of the reality that his body was about to collapse, and he wanted to torture these young werewolves not so much as to divert their blood. This may be the natural jealousy and unwillingness of the dying old man to the young man.

Thousand Nights' fingertips ignited with Force flames, and a few sparks popped out. The sparks of the dawn of dawn fell on the young werewolves, burning them into torches in an instant.

Seeing this, Qianye learned more about the Duke of White Bone, and also solved the mystery of the Emerald Seawerewolf's rapid defection little by little. In the past few hundred years, the Duke of White Bone has killed many werewolf young geniuses, almost reducing the overall talent of the Emerald Sea Werewolf by two levels.

No matter how primitive the werewolf tribe is, there is no shortage of people of insight. They knew the root of the Emerald Seawere's decline, and they actually hated the Duke of Bones, but they were suppressed by the disparity in power, which became completely insurmountable over time.

Under the overall backward industrial technology of Yonglu, the Emerald Sea, which does not have many shallow mines, is completely barren, with only a little prey and a small amount of grain produced, so there are no strong people to come and compete with the Duke of Bones for this territory. Otherwise, a marquis in the Grand Corridor would be able to block Zheng Guo, but a few chieftains and priests in the Emerald Sea would not be able to keep such a large piece of land.

All these factors came together to achieve the three-hundred-year reign of the Duke of Bones.

It's just that there is no one to restrain him, and he is at the end of his life, and the Duke of White Bone is gradually going crazy. Looking at his actions, maybe on his deathbed, he will drag all the werewolves in the Emerald Sea to die together.

This underground altar has little value other than witnessing the brutality and madness of the Duke of Bones. Qianye had planned to burn it clean, but after thinking about it, it was just a testimony to let the werewolves know what the Duke of Bones had done.

Walking out of the underground hall, Qianye traveled around the snow peak, finding and killing all the fierce beasts hidden in the wind and snow, and then jumped into the air and beckoned a group of mercenary generals and werewolf nobles on the battleship to come down.

Seeing the scene of countless severed limbs and underground altars, some werewolves closed their eyes in pain, some raised their heads to the sky and howled, and one of the chiefs picked up a corpse that had not yet decomposed beyond recognition, and cried loudly. It was his youngest son, who had just been sent in for a month.

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are not only able to distinguish smells finely, but also the blood origins between tribes. Most of the severed limb meat/pillars, as long as they are not too old, can smell whether they are from their own tribe.

Wait until the grief of the werewolves has subsided a little, and then Senya will return to the battle patrol with them. Qianye issued an order to temporarily seal the underground altar, and when everything was settled, let the tribes come up and collect the bones. The werewolf nobles had no objection.

In addition, Qianye also has a question, the Duke of Bones chose the altar here, only occasionally, or is there something special about it?

After leaving the Snow Peak, the next destination is the heaven-sent land that you passed through. This is a large area of farmland, from a distance to see the growth of cloud wheat neat and gratifying, at this moment from a close look, you can find that in fact the field is quite chaotic, those cloud wheat is basically natural growth, can not see much traces of artificial care.

The only thing that makes this place a farmland is probably because there are so few weeds. Werewolves are good coolies as long as they are willing to work, and they can maintain at least a full day of high-intensity labor. Weeding is a simple manual job that is just right for werewolves.

Seeing this cloud wheat field, Qianye had a new idea. There are so many werewolves, although not everyone can fight, but most of them are qualified laborers, especially in pure manual work, which is much stronger than ordinary human races.

In this way, the resources inside the Emerald Sea are enough to rely on the werewolves alone.

Qianye squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt and looked at it. The soil is soft and fertile, and there is a greasy feeling in your hands, no wonder Yunmai grows so well. However, the werewolves do not know how to fallow the fields, nor can they apply fertilizer, and it is indeed incredible that the land can remain fertile for so many years.

Qianye put his hand on the ground, carefully experienced, and slowly felt that in the depths of the earth, there was a faint force flowing slowly. The Force is full of life, seeping into the surrounding soil. It was enormous, like a dark river of the Force, flowing beneath the entire Godsend.

It seems that this is the reason for the formation of the Heavenly Land. Qianye changed a few more locations, and also sensed the existence of the Force Dark River, and through multi-point positioning, roughly judged the direction of the Force Dark River.

Qianye stood up, looked at the earth from afar, and depicted the dark river in his heart, and found that its direction was in a huge and regular arc, and the center of the circle pointed to the place where the altar of the Duke of White Bone was located.

He walked all of the Heaven-Sent Lands, searching for the direction of the Dark River. The undercurrents do not match the natural terrain, some of them are submerged in the Emerald Sea, and the other part extends into the mountains. Only the plain area between the mountains and the Emerald Sea reflects the characteristics of a heaven-sent land.

Qianye's heart moved, boarded the battle cruiser, and ordered the captain to fly according to the route he had drawn.

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