At this point, the meeting is still going on, but let's take a little bit of a look and see something interesting happening.

On the northeastern border of the Magic Country, there was originally an endless void, that is, a black hole, with no stars, no moon, no sound, and no light. It was as if it was a prank by the gods, and a piece of it was pinched off in the whole world, and it was only after the magic council ordered a blockade that the exploration stopped.

However, one year, there was a sudden red light that shook the whole continent, and after that, the human race used this place as a base for advancing to set up the Edge Fort, that is, the Edge Fort front camp, to implement strict military control, and recruited the nobles and powerhouses of the whole continent to station here.

And a bright dark purple also appeared in the depths of the black hole, which was originally just a small purple hole, but it slowly became larger with the passage of time, and after several thieves went in to explore, it was found that it actually led to another piece of land, and with the gradual increase in the area of exploration, there were civilizations from other worlds, and then, the slow temptation began, and in a certain event, the 30,000 noble troops stationed outside all moved into the dimensional cave, but due to the different energy levels, it is said that if the strong want to enter, it will cause a violent vibration of the dimension, so the legend that the strong can only enter one every once in a whileHowever, on the other hand, the powerhouses of the high, medium and low ranks do not have these restrictions, and therefore, the space in the dimensional cave is one of the few battlefields that is not completely dominated by the legendary powerhouses.

After more than ten years, a well-established base has also been formed in the Dimensional Cave.

This is a strange space, the whole story is made of purple, even the moon in the sky is bright purple, and whether it is water or trees, the earth or the mountains are also illuminated in a lilac shape, and the shape is slightly distorted, as if some naughty boy has forcibly distorted this landscape scroll.

There are four different forces stationed here.

On the northwest side of this space, there is a lifeless camp, a mage tower made of gray bones, a camp made of charred wood, the most terrifying thing is that the skeletons are walking around day and night, countless skeletons are wearing rusty armor, some even holding huge tower shields, but more are skeletons with wooden sticks and small round shields, gray and white, black and purple constitute the main color of this base.

However, in the depths of this base, there is a strange existence, it is a palace made of white stone, the doorway is guarded by a death knight in chain mail, in the deepest part of the palace, on the cascading staircase there is a throne, on the throne sits a seemingly eternal figure, he wears a dark golden crown, his body is wearing a black light Mithril chain mail, a dark blue cloak, and his hands are on a long sword, and the long sword is stuck in the floor in front of the throne. It was an incomparably beautiful long sword, some old leather was rolled up on the handle, and the beautiful magic runes were tattooed on the long sword like poetry, in this black-toned space, the long sword was still shining with white light, and the sharp tip of the sword was still not dull even after countless battles, and this sword, forever?? Far from belonging to one person, even if that person no longer shelters his people.

However, the king, who would never move like a stone statue, suddenly exuded a shocking momentum at a certain moment, and a fierce white light emanated from the palace, and all the skeletons nearby were turned into ashes under the light of the white light, and the Death Knights stationed in the palace all knelt down in fear, and the black armor that was originally fearless and tireless actually trembled at this moment, for no other reason, they felt their king, angry.

And a figure wearing dark silver armor hurriedly walked into the palace, kneeling respectfully in front of the throne, there are not many people in this base who can enter the palace, even the demigod lich who is the commander-in-chief of the necromantic legion does not dare to come here to point fingers, there was once a new legendary-level lich who fell in love with this palace, and did not listen to the dissuasion and broke into the palace with his own necromantic servants, however, King Arthur did not even move, so he sat on the throne and quietly watched the legendary-level lich fall in front of his throne, and the legion belonging to the lich was attacked by the death knight a little later, and none of them were completely wiped out。

What is even more frightening is that a legendary-level lich was killed, and the demigod lich, as the commander and the king of the lich, did not even dare to speak, and he only said one word to the legendary lich who were dissatisfied below.

"If you've lived enough, you can try to trouble him. 」

And the necromantic creatures, who have always been afraid of heaven and earth, actually heard the meaning of retreat from this sentence, and no one has taken care of this camp since then, although the Death Knights still obey the transfer of the demigod lich, but no one in the Knights of the Round Table, including King Arthur himself, can command the movement.

"Gawain. An unexpectedly young voice said, not at all like a necromantic creature, but like a young king of youth, with a childish majesty.

"My king, do you have any commands? The silver armor asked respectfully.

"Lancelot, dead. King Arthur said lightly, but Gawain felt a little chill, Lancelot, as a knight, was indeed impeccable in loyalty, originally a handsome and dashing young man, but at that moment, like other knights of the round table, resolutely followed King Arthur's path, even if it was probably wrong.

"Are those mongrel elves?" Gawain said after a moment of silence, in fact, he had always thought that Lancelot had really died in the previous war, but looking at King Arthur's statement, it was obviously not, that is, Lancelot should have not died for the time being, trapped in the Twilight Star Forest, and then for some reason was recently killed by the elves.

"......" King Arthur didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something, and Gawain below didn't dare to look up at all, and the air in the palace seemed to be still.

"Call Mordred, and you're going to kill that marksman elf. King Arthur said lightly, as if he were not trying to kill a legendary powerhouse, but a chicken.

"My king, I can do it myself. Gawain hurriedly said, but King Arthur only glanced at him, and Gawain immediately lowered his head again.

"Do as the king commands. 」

Gao Wen slowly walked in the damp dungeon, the armor and the stone slab made a regular collision sound, in fact, he also knew that this place didn't matter what the environment was for that person, but it was like a habit. Just as King Arthur was still habitually on the throne, and Mordred, a sinner, should be locked in a dungeon, even if this work meant nothing to Mordred, he could escape whenever he wanted.

"Hahaha, isn't this my king's loyal dog Gawain, there are no bones for you to eat here. A presumptuous laugh came from the dungeon.

Gawain looked up and saw in front of him a dark red armor that was hung up by thick chains bound to his limbs, and the joints were nailed into thick rusty nails, and bright red flames continued to flow out of the armor, and as the flames burned, the red armor continued to twitch as if he still felt pain, but the armor saw Gawain still smiled unmindfully.

"Lancelot is dead. Gawain said calmly, it's not interesting to deal with this mad dog.

「...... Did the mongrel do it?" Mordred was silent for a moment, and then as if gasping for air, flames erupted from the darkness of his face, and flames poured out of the joints of his body even more violently, and the anger turned into bright red flames.

"My king wants us to kill that elven marksman. Gawain said.

"Smack. There was a crisp clash of chains, and Mordred fell to the ground, and the chains were burned into droplets of molten iron.

Mordred walked to the corner of the wall and raised a two-meter-long serrated sword, which was full of bright red decorations and dark red blood stains, and after Mordred raised the sword, he walked out of the cell without saying a word.

"Ugh. Gawain sighed, touched the thin sword pinned to his waist, and walked out.