"My name is Fimus!"

"Boom!"

"My name is Poole!"

"Boom!"

"My name is Tomok!"

"Boom!"

“............”

It can only be said that the power of the Alpha Mystery Lock is too strong, and several elite warriors of Nimbala who passed through the portal after Ron did not hesitate to say the names of the ogres that were infused into their minds under Archmage Roster's question - showing that the ogre memories infused in the Alpha Mystery Lock are not just a few people, but a large number of people - at least when all the members who entered the Alpha Mystery Lock appeared, Ron did not hear the same name.

"That's it!"

"It's all there!"

"Before we do, though, we need to find the ogre wizard!"

At the beginning, the twenty-four elite warriors who were selected to enter the Alpha Mystery Lock, plus the three strong men of Ron, Rost, and Rossi, in the end, only Ron and the other three plus six warriors remained, and even a ten-person squad was not satisfied - the remaining warriors were all turned into charred black humanoid peat and piled up in the house where Rost and Ron had temporarily rested.

Archmage Rost had to do this, the Ogre Ancient Civilization was enough to fight against the humans who now dominate the continent of Faeron in terms of arcane power or force - once a clever ogre gains the knowledge in the Mystery Lock, then the ogre on the continent of Faren will make explosive progress - and the possible consequence is that the entire continent will be plunged into war!

"Ron and I are looking for it from the sky!"

"Rosie leads the rest of the warriors and walks slowly along this path!"

After setting up the task, Archmage Rost unleashed his flying spell and began to fly through the air, and Ron also rode Odom into the sky - but when they took off, either Ron or Rost could only fly to about twenty meters at most, not to be outside the ruins, enough to fly high enough to look down on the entire ruins - and this height was only one-third the height of the tallest tower in the center of the ruins.

Obviously, the air of the ruins of the ancient Ogre civilization was banned, and all flying classes that entered could only reach this height - even an ordinary ogre warrior would be enough to drop a spear or any weapon in his hand to such a height.

However, most of the buildings in the ruins are now in a semi-collapsed stage - and the gray dust on the ground proves that there are no living people other than Ron's team.

Because, apart from the fact that there are no footprints left on the dust – the dust itself is proof – they are all formed by the erosion of the bones of living beings over thousands of years.

"Rost!"

"There are ogre footprints here!"

And after each of them flew half of the outer layer of the ruins, Ron was the first to discover the clue - on the right side of Rossi's team, there were obvious ogre footprints on a curved path, and it stretched all the way to the inner layer of the ruins—the gray dust of time clearly recorded the marks of the new arrival.

Delivering this news to Rossi, the marching team immediately changed direction and followed the footprints to the entrance to the inner layer of the ruins—and Ron and Rost were already standing in front of the entrance to the inner layer—and the blue vortex swirled in the stone door frame, apparently another portal!

"The ancient civilization of ogres is quite developed!"

"Portals have become routinely popular!"

Although Ron had memories of Gogfargo in his head, the ogre's mighty warrior had been fighting for the Empire and didn't have much memory of the ruins - but when Ron's eyes shifted to Rost's countenance, he found that the muscles on his face had tensed.

"Rosie, put the team on time!"

"I need to get this portal in check!"

With a serious look on his face, Rost began to examine the portal with the archmage's keen sense of arcane arts—it had no hidden traps other than the rune mark unique to ogres, and was as ordinary as a portal released by a human mage.

However, in Rosst's eyes, the portal itself is the biggest trap - because it is not backed by a powerful energy source, but only equipped with a small piece of energy storage crystal - such a structure means that it will be replenished regularly by a spellcaster!

"Get ready for battle!"

"We may be in trouble!"

"If it weren't for the ogre wizard who just entered to charge this crystal!"

"Then in this ruins, there are other ogre spellcasters!"

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

Isle of Il, Fort Ilvon, Halfling Town.

Half a month has passed since the second group of halflings landed on the island, and the entire land has been reclaimed to the fullest - the seeds of green rice have also been sprinkled in the soil, just waiting for the care of Mother Earth Goddess so that they can thrive.

At the same time, the town of the halflings began to take on a racial character, and the new halflings made the labor force appear abundant, so they were no longer content to live in square log huts, but began to build a unique dwelling for the halflings, the pouch bottom hole.

Although half a month is only enough to build the shape of a dozen bag bottom holes, and the interior is not dry and cannot be moved into, the verdant weeds on the roof have begun to sprout, and they are completely integrated with the environment.

And in the middle of the town, a simple halfling temple of gods had been erected - like an oversized pouch-bottom hole, only it was not so twisty and there was no opening, only the ever-bright torches burned in the temple.

In the temple, there are statues of six gods, and in the center is the halfling god Yudala, who holds a vulture shield carved with horns filled with a good harvest, and wears a simple costume with a long sword at her waist.

On the left side of the statue of Yodara, there are Brandobris, the god of thieves and halflings, Hilaulani, the goddess of friendliness, and Shira, the goddess of love, and Pellylor, while on the right are Juragrien, the god of eternal sleep of halflings, and Alvorin, the god of war, of which Shira, the goddess of love, and Juragrien, the god of sleep, each have a divine beast by their side— In Sheila Pellilore's arms is a white rabbit named Emily, who shares a beautiful priesthood with Sheila Pellilore, while at Yulagrien's feet crouches a black Doberman spaniel named Allenda, an animal companion before Yulagrien became a god, and ascended to the pantheon together when Yulagrien became a god, becoming a divine creature.

At this moment, the bard Sibo and her brother Jami, who had parted ways with Ron after the defeat of the Black Pupil Tribe, were kneeling on one knee in front of the idol of the main god Yudala, and after whispering a prayer, Sibo slowly spoke.

"My God!"

"Halfling Bard Sibo (Halfling Warrior Yami) has completed his mission and has come to meet him!"