"Because of the secret assistance in our escape, [Father] has been caught, and if you want to go back, you must first rescue [Father] from those people. ”

"After all, only [Father] knows the teleportation coordinates of your world. ”

The girl holding her knees felt very weak, but when she looked up, her beautiful face as white porcelain immediately gave people an extremely calm feeling, like a machine, even though she was talking to the lizardman at the moment, but Ron didn't see any expression on her face.

Ron noticed that the girl was wearing a black metal eyepatch on her right eye, with a silver-white skull icon engraved on it.

"We escaped through a portal, and we don't know where we are!"

"And you also know how powerful they are, it's not something we can fight against at all!"

Obviously, the lizardmen that Ron thinks are not the lizardmen of the world of Ferron, but whether they are feren or not, he is extremely angry at the moment, and with the lizardmen's rage, a terrifying aura spreads, enveloping the entire small field forest (with a fierce momentum).

Ron had never felt anything like it, tyrannical, majestic, ancient, like an ancient beast glaring at him fiercely, ready to attack at any moment.

Of course, this aura can't be compared to gods such as Yodala, that's a difference in nature, but even the nearly legendary lich that Ron once encountered couldn't compete with the angry lizardmen at the moment.

"What shit luck!"

"I took a low-level mission and wanted to farm some life essence, but I ended up drawing a dragon!"

Cursing fiercely in his heart, Ron barely managed to maintain the stability of his stealth under the momentum of the outburst, and at the same time calmed the broken teeth that almost exploded under him, and then commanded his fellow beasts to slowly retreat, preparing to quietly leave the small forest in the wilderness and return to Ascatra as fast as possible.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, the conversation between two powerful men comparable to lichs was not something that a small low-level moonlight rat hunter could eavesdrop, maybe the next time the lizardman burst out, Ron would reveal his body and be pinched into meat sauce!

"You don't need to worry about the map, don't forget who I am. ”

"But it seems like we need some more partners!"

"For example, a little moonlight mouse ranger riding a fat orange cat?"

The clear voice without emotion was transmitted with the fury of the lizardman, and the moment it reached his ears, Ron froze his body, he hid in the shadows of the trees and held his breath, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and then the beautiful girl crouched down and met Ron's eyes with a single eye as shiny as long emerald green hair.

............

Yulas.

Unnoticed by any official or private eye, a slender tunnel stretched from the shores of the Moon Sea to the ruins of the once-thriving temple, and carved out a hall like an auditorium on the lowest level of the former temple.

In the middle of this space, there is a huge altar of countless white bones, the bones of humans, elves, and dwarves are interlaced and stacked into a towering shape, and the core of the altar is the skull of an elderly red dragon.

At the bottom of the altar, a magic circle that was twice as large as the altar was burning in the shadows, and through the magic circle, a strange and distorted phantom could be faintly seen, not because it was blurry, but because the phantom itself was so distorted and crooked, exuding an evil aura like ink.

At this moment, a group of depraved people in purple robes gathered here, kneeling and reciting the prayers of the past, while the high priest with the emblem of the past on his robes knelt at the forefront, and was the most pious.

But no matter how pious it is, it is useless, for evil gods, believers are just pawns and playthings.

"Langus, you've failed again!"

"This is the second time!"

The faint flames on the circle flew and converged into a blurred figure on the top of the red dragon's head at the core of the altar, and the voices of the sealed gods of the past were as piercing as ice, causing the clothes of the high priest Langes, who was kneeling under the altar, to be soaked with sweat in an instant.

"My God, Langus is guilty. ”

"But now that [the unborn child] has come, the day of our God's deliverance is just around the corner. ”

"Please give Langus one last chance. ”

The vague figure on the altar was silent in the prayers of the believers, making the cold sweat on the high priest's forehead thicker and thicker, having served the gods for so many years, Langes was quite aware of his character of believing in the gods, and the silence was not hesitation, but a more elaborate plan, and at the same time, most of them would abandon the pawns of the past.

However, perhaps because of the scarcity of believers, the gods did not work as usual, and the cold words sounded again, but Langus drank the cold honey wine of summer.

"Langes, I'll give you another chance. ”

"Soon, [the unborn child] will embark on a journey back. ”

"You'll have to catch him before he collects all six keys and bring him here. ”

"You have to move fast, once he collects all six keys, the world won't be able to keep him. ”

"Yes, my God!"

The forehead collided with the hard rocky ground, rubbing the dark red bloodstains, and Langus's face did not move, and he hit it several times in succession.

"In view of the previous mistakes, I must give you a little punishment. ”

In a cold tone, the vague phantom raised his hand and pointed forward, and immediately a light purple light shot out from the phantom's fingertips, hitting Langes's left arm.

As if conscious of his own, Grants' palms were neutralized with a large mouth with sharp fangs, and his five fingers became salivating tentacles. Then Grence's left arm twisted strangely, and it turned over to his shoulder, and the sound of fangs gnawing at flesh immediately sounded.

The pain spread, but Grace didn't dare move.

The phantom on the altar pointed again, and a believer in the rear flew into the air, projected into his body by a light purple light. But this time it's not a punishment, it's a reward.

"Tell me, your name!"

"Great my god, my name is Merkel. ”

"From this day forward, you are the second High Priest. ”

"My divine power will give you strength, and you, do a good job of assisting Langus in this mission, and there is no room for error!"

"Understood?"

"Obey the oracle, my God!"

The left palm finally gnawed away Langes's flesh from his shoulder to his wrist, not sparing even the bones, and it was suspended in the air, burping with satisfaction, and then exploded into finely minced meat with a soft thud.

The vague shadow on the altar split into countless ghostly flames again after the mission, and fell back into the circle under the altar.

The prayers of the believers stopped, and Langus and Merkel, who had just been promoted, rose from the ground side by side, their cold, resentful gazes intertwined with contemptuous and mocking gazes. [.]