As a transport ship between the real world and the abyss of Hell, Nagfar was naturally not as deserted as it seemed.

Lost ghosts crowded onto the deck, and for some reason, the originally neat line gradually became agitated. And this uneasiness reached its peak when several very different kvadils came out of the cabin.

Compared to the wandering dead, lost ghosts, they are disciplined, actual, and much stronger than the average Kvadir, and even the solid armor looks like the real thing.

If it weren't for the ethereal faces in the helmets and the two blazing soul fires, the Viku warriors who saw them as living would not have felt out of place.

Just as Odin did at Valhalla, Hela, who had fallen into the depths of Hell, sought to snatch powerful souls from Odin and select the best of them to cultivate.

Hylagar is a group of dark minions who have been reborn in the abyss.

They are the minions of the fallen Queen Wagri, the nightmare of the Vikus, and the trouble of Odin.

Accepting these instinctive fears from Kvadir, the Hylagal priest at the head of the group moved slightly, as if he was deeply satisfied with this, but soon he stopped. Looking at the frail ghost in front of him, he paused, and lightly held up a cloud of dark shadow energy.

Wow!

The sea splashed down, and the withered seaweed smashed like mud on the deck. The tragic death of that Kvadir suddenly caused an uproar among the ghosts.

Watching the roving Hylagal priests continue to stir up a commotion in the crowd, the helmsman was unmoved. The Nagfar is not only an ark leading to the abyss of Hades, but also the first level of the abyss. People who are not qualified, let alone meet the supreme mother of the abyss, are not even qualified to step into the abyss.

Seeing that the souls had already stepped onto the deck, Hablon turned his indifferent face and raised the lantern in his hand again.

The melodious sound of the horn clears the fog and makes way for the skeletal battleship laden with sin and death to make way into the distance.

At the same time, it has also become the best cover for Lanlos and his party.

On the aft deck, Gail cautiously poked his head out of the edge of the ship, and before he could confirm that it was safe, a sturdy figure jumped straight up to him under his nervous gaze.

"What are you grinding around? We don't have much time. The sword was unsheathed, and before Gail could react, Lanros stepped over the old gate and disappeared into the darkness.

Destroying a hundred-meter battleship is no easy task. Despite the fact that he had to charge the Keystone, Lanloth had a large number of magic crystals in his hand, which could easily cause a large-scale explosion of magic energy once magically processed. However, the explosion wasn't enough to destroy all of Nagfar on deck.

He had to find the most vulnerable parts of the Nagfar in the shortest possible time and kill them with a single blow.

"Quick, keep up!" Although there was some criticism of this guy's recklessness, it was undeniable that Gail was a Viku man, and the more simple and direct it was, the more happy he was.

Nagfar's cabin was much brighter than expected, with dark blue candles arranged equidistant on the walls on either side, allowing even the shadows behind the steps to be illuminated by this light.

However, this did not dispel the cold aura that surrounded him at all times, but instead highlighted the louder wails and terrible screams in his ears.

Long whips woven from the magic of the shadows whipped at each other, and the Valagar priest admired the pain and despair of the thin soul in front of him with a face full of pleasure. But the strange thing is that just as he swung the long whip again, the heart-warming wail in his ears suddenly disappeared.

Before he could think about it, several jet-black sword lights appeared in his line of sight almost simultaneously.

Wow!

Watching the foul water quickly penetrate the floor, Lanloth's brow furrowed slightly, and something seemed to be faintly fleeting in his mind. It's a pity that no matter how much he thinks, he never catches that glimmer of inspiration.

Shaking his head, the elven mage didn't think much about it, withdrew the silent barrier, raised his feet and wanted to continue to move into the depths.

"You, are you here to save us?"

Turning his head in confusion, Lanros looked at the mass of souls that had been blurred by the trauma of his soul.

Without the torture and invasion of the Shadow Whip, the ghost barely recovered from its injuries, and its virtual form gradually stabilized. As the other party's appearance became clearer, Lan Luos's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was incredulous.

Those long, pointy ears......

"Elves?"

"It's nice to see the same kind. The ghost who collapsed to the ground smiled weakly, "Young man, can I ask you for something?"

Sensing that the other party's soul aura was getting weaker and weaker, Lan Luos shook his head silently: "The shadow magic has seriously eroded your soul, and I can't save you." ”

"No, it's not me. "I am a member of the court of Pharodis, and I and my cursed people have endured countless years of torment in this land, and death is a relief to me. ”

"But, my fellow citizens, what they face is more terrible than death. His voice grew quieter, "If you can, save them, please......"

The pale translucent body turned into wisps of debris, like shimmering dust, gradually dissolving in front of Lanloth.

Looking at the sky full of soul dust, the surprise in Lanlos's heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

The court of Farodis?

If memory serves, it was an organization that existed 10,000 years ago. At that time, it was at the peak of the upper elves. Prince Farodis and his men ruled the city of Nazaras, once the academic center for the study of arcane magic among the upper elves.

At the beginning of the War of the Ancients, Prince Farodis discovers Queen Aysara's plan to collude with Sargeras, and after being shocked, the warm-hearted prince decides to stop the queen's madness.

Unfortunately, he failed. As punishment, Aishhara cursed the spirits of the entire city of Nazaras, twisting them into ghosts that hovered between life and death.

But wasn't the court of Farrodis supposed to be cowering in the elven ruins of Assuna, and how could it have run aboard the Nagfar?

However, judging from what the ghost had just said, it was clear that they would not be here by their own volition. Could it be that Hela has no other intentions for these miserable elven ghosts?

This thought made Lan Los couldn't help but be surprised. In fact, this is quite a possibility. If she could have known how Eshara had turned the entire city of Nazaras into a ghost, Hela wouldn't have minded using it on the Vikus.

However, is there such a thing in the canonical history?

"I finally found you, why are you running so fast?" Behind her, Stella breathed a long sigh of relief and complained with a displeased face. At the same time, her words interrupted Lanlos's careful reading of his past life's memories.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, the elven mage looked at the Viku warriors who appeared one after another behind him: "Hurry up, our actions are not deliberately hidden, they will soon find out about our existence." ”

Seeing that the other party ignored herself and continued to move forward on her own, Stella stomped her foot indignantly and hurriedly chased after her: "Hey, you haven't answered my question yet!"

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On the deck, Hablon stared intently at the erratic lantern in his hand.

"My lord, do you have any orders?"

Retracting his gaze and looking at the heavily armed Hylagal in front of him, Hablon nodded: "There seems to be some commotion below, and I am about to sail into the abyss of hell, I can't get out, you go and see what happened?"

"Yes!"

The elite nodded respectfully, and immediately pushed open the door and walked down the cabin.

Seeing the group disappear into the darkness, Hablon continued to stare at the lantern. Seeing that the soul fire in it seemed to be weakened, he lifted his indifferent face and waved his hand nonchalantly at the dozens of chain-bound ghosts around him.

"Ahh

Heart-rending screams pierced the fog and spread far and wide in the dim sea. However, this terrifying bone ship seemed to be celebrating, and its forward speed was significantly improved.