Crescent City, underground.

In the gloomy dungeon, a manic orc tore at magically strengthened chains, biting steel with his teeth to vent the fury of the experiment.

He was flushed, and a terrifying hole in his chest was stuffed with a rapidly beating molten heart, and the blood vessels connected the heart to the orc's body, making it almost difficult to control the heart that wanted to break free.

The orc wailed in pain, the pain so intense that it almost made the orc want to strangle himself with both hands.

"Sasha, hold on, and you will be the most powerful warrior of the Blade Clan. ”

The orc shaman on the side leaned over and tried to hold Sasha's hand, but Sasha slapped it open.

Dornier...... No way...... I can't take it anymore...... I...... I have failed your ......"

Sasha convulsed her body spasmodically, letting her red heart shake wildly, tugging at Sasha's body.

Donnier summoned all the water elementals that could be gathered around him, enveloping Sasha's limbs.

"That's all I can do, Sasha, I have to hold on, if it succeeds, the Southern Alliance will change its previous weakness, it will wipe St. Lando off the map, we will have enough resources and land, and we will no longer kill each other because of lack of food. ”

"There will be no war, no famine, no floods, no storms, and our children will have an era of peace and abundance, and think about them, you have to persevere......"

Dornier felt a little guilty, and he almost wanted to bear the pain with him as he looked at Sasha's miserable appearance.

Putting all the blame on an orc warrior is in itself irresponsible.

Donnier gritted his teeth: "Sasha, if you really can't stand it anymore, I'll go and ask them to change your original heart back, I'm sorry, I shouldn't put all the responsibility of the Southern Alliance on you, it's my incompetence." ”

"No...... Donnier...... Sasha's eyes faded from their sparkle, "I think I'...... Able to persevere on the ground......"

Sasha's eyes turned completely red, her pupils were obscured by the color of flames, and the bare molten heart in her chest gradually subsided, as if it had stopped beating because of the death of her host.

"Sorry...... Sasha. ”

Donnier closed his eyes, dispersed the water elemental, touched Sasha's bare head in pain, placed an unknown beast tooth on Sasha's chest, and slowly stood up, reciting the ancient inscription.

At some point, a black figure appeared beside him, holding a skeletal staff in his hand, standing beside the shaman.

Dornier knew he had arrived, but Dornier did not look back, he just calmly recited the inscription before turning away.

"You have killed a noble warrior, Tran," said Donire, with some grief, "of course, your accomplice is me, and he wouldn't have been like this if I hadn't begged Sasha." ”

The orc, known as Tran, shook his head and tapped the skull staff lightly on Sasha's head.

"Please don't insult the corpse of a warrior like that. Donniel warned Tran, pushing the skull staff away.

"No, Donnier," Tran shook his head again, "we succeeded. ”

"Succeeded?" Dornier was a little indignant, "if you think sending an elite fighter to hell counts as a ...... success"

Tran held out his hand and interrupted Donnier's words.

"Take a closer look, Donier, Sasha is in great shape at the moment, very good. Tran said softly, slowly tapping his skull staff to Sasha's head and drawing a circle.

Sasha spun around under Donier's horrified gaze, trying to stand up, but was bound by chains. After a moment's hesitation, Sasha gently tugged at the chain and pulled it out of the wall.

Sasha ...... Are you alright?" Donilton was a little delighted.

"I ...... OK...... What happened?" Sasha shook his head, "I feel as if I've managed to control this heart, Tran Warlock?

"You succeeded," Tran nodded, "but not too successfully. ”

"Is there anything going on?" Dornier asked worriedly.

"No," Tran shook his head, "this heart could have advanced you directly to the peak of the epic level, but you didn't fully absorb the power in it, and you just got to the next epic level." ”

Donnier breathed a sigh of relief.

"It doesn't matter...... It's a good thing to be able to survive. ”

Tran slowly approached Sasha, carefully observing the domesticated heart in Sasha's chest, and reached out to touch it.

"It was perfect, and it was in vain that we went to great lengths to catch those two big dogs. ”

"Two?" asked Donier.

"Yes, there is another mage that has been sold to Torrent City, we just cut out the heart of one of them, but what we didn't expect was that the big dog that lost its heart was still able to move freely, and we didn't bother to care about it, so we let it be taken by the adventurers of Saint Lando. Tran explained.

"And this time, they still dare to steal from Duland," Tran grinned, "Isn't it self-defeating to even have the guts to auction it off in Crescent City?"

Tran's body trembled, and his laughter looked eerie.

Donnier suddenly grabbed Tran's shoulder blades, and the force made Tran drop his staff and fall to his knees.

Although he is a shaman, Dornier still has the strength and agility of an elite warrior, and when he sneaks up on such a close distance, the next epic Tran is caught off guard and is successfully attacked.

Tron grinned back at Doniel, who had pinned him to the ground, the anger in his eyes fleeting.

"Are you for the Blade Clan, or for the Tomb Council, Tran. Donnier said quietly.

"You won't understand us. Tran smiled, but as Dornier's strength grew, he couldn't laugh either.

"The soul of the undertaker is about to return...... We're going to show you what the world is like as it is......"

Tran felt his shoulder blades crushed, and Donnier was squeezing Tran's flesh, already wringing out a trace of blood.

"I'm asking, are you for the Blade Clan, or for the Tomb Council, Tran, answer me," Dornier's strength grew smaller.

"We are for the world...... Dornier. The pain made Tran speak a little choppy, and as a warlock, he was almost exhausted of the intense pressure.

Donnier let go of his hand and looked at Sasha, who was unmoved.

"It's only a ten-thousandth of Sasha's pain just now, Tran. ”