It was too much trouble to carry the two Roshan mountains back to Beamon and the Beast Emperor. But for the sake of the big rat being my trophy again, the poor road is still very energetic. Quack, that rat's magic core is quite powerful, plus its skin and bones, almost everything is priceless! Hehe, I'm afraid I'm the most expensive transporter ever on the mainland.

When we returned to the vicinity of the Beastmaster City, we met the orc troops who came out to look for us, and saw the Beast Emperor lying on Beamon's back like a dead dog, and Beamon was half-dead floating in the air, and we were all frightened, and hurriedly ran over to ask, and then I knew that I had fainted before I was relieved, and quickly pressed him and Beamon from my hands. With the help of flotation, it's not tiring at all.

After Poor Dao and a group of orcs reappeared on the ruins of the Beastmaster City, the orc army that had been waiting around immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and the Great Prophet and Kerry greeted them early, and the Great Prophet was not injured at all, but his face was very pale, and it was obviously a tragic victory. Now there is almost no strange estrangement between each other, and just a smile between each other has clearly expressed all the concerns, greetings and friendship between comrades-in-arms.

So after we got together, we didn't do as much noise as usual, so we very tacitly concentrated our ideas in the space door, that tough guy, I guess I was so angry that I was about to vomit blood at this time, right?

"I'm surprised by your strength, you won this time!, but the game isn't over yet, I'll be back!" the guy said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, what are you blowing, who are you scaring about?" said deaf and disdainful: "If you dare to come over, I will beat you to death again." There's a kind of you're coming out now, see how I'm going to clean you up!"

"You, don't force me!" the Great Lord was obviously very excited, as if he really wanted to come over desperately.

"Don't!" the Great Prophet was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled my sleeve and whispered anxiously, "We can't beat him now, don't provoke him anymore!"

"Haha, you're afraid of me, aren't you? Then you still don't surrender!" the arrogant voice of the Great Lord Monarch came again.

"Haha, I'm afraid of you, you're a fart!" Poor Dao didn't pay any attention to the Great Prophet, but said to him even more arrogantly, "If you have a kind, come here." If you don't plant it, go back to your hometown. Don't chirp here anymore!"

"Roar!" the Great Lord Monarch roared angrily, scaring the orcs who were not strong enough to be silent, and even the Great Prophet couldn't stand it, and then. The Great Lord said angrily: "Ten years later, today. I will lead the army myself and conquer your land again. Only by destroying you all can I wash away the shame I have received today. Boy, don't you dare tell me your name?"

"You don't deserve to know my name!" said Poor Dao amusedly. Does this guy still want to play head-lowering with me?

"Haha, very good, I admire your courage and fearlessness, little one, let me give you a gift!" The Great Lord Monarch smiled instead of anger: "As long as you pick up this artifact, you will have infinite potential, and in the end, you can even far surpass me, with a power comparable to that of the gods, its name is - Frost Sorrow!" Then, a sword flew out of the space gate and stuck it at my feet, and after the sword flew out, the space gate also disappeared.

And at this time, no one cared about the space door anymore, and everyone looked at the artifact beside me with greedy eyes-Frost Sorrow! This sword looks very luxurious, one meter and a half to the left, the sword body is very wide near the handle, and it is inlaid with two egg-sized gems, one red and one white. Bursts of cold air kept emanating from the sword, and the powerful magic fluctuations could be felt even by people who didn't know anything about magic.

Seeing the greedy appearance of the orcs, Poor Dao was immediately shocked in his heart, and hurriedly shouted with a pure heart mantra:

"Pro!" and then the red-eyed orcs around me shivered, as if they had woken up from a nightmare. They had been affected by the Great Lord's spiritual spell just now, and if I hadn't drunk it, it would probably have started a bloody battle to grab the sword.

"Damn, this guy is still hurting us before he leaves!" the Great Prophet awoke, and Lili cursed.

If he hadn't spent too much energy, how could he be easily fascinated by the Great Lord?

"Hehe, this guy is really cunning and guts, I scolded him in the face, I can't help it!" Poor Dao said with a wry smile, and at the same time began to use his divine sense to probe the secret of the sword, I don't believe that the Great Lord will be kind enough to give me an artifact, even if the sun comes out of the west, it is impossible.

"But what is he afraid of? we can't beat him now?" said the Great Prophet, puzzled.

"You have been deceived by him! Don't look at him full of temperament and momentum, in fact, he is just a showman, he is already tired to death. You don't want to think about how much magic it would take for so many troops to be sent over by himself to maintain the teleportation array? If he had been provoked by me and rushed over just now, I would have been ninety percent sure that I would have been able to completely destroy him. That way, you don't have to worry about this guy anymore. It's a pity that he held back!" Poor Dao said regretfully.

"I see, why didn't you say earlier, how nice it would have been if we had rushed over and killed him just now?" said the Great Prophet with regret.

"We can't come back in the past!" Poor Dao smiled bitterly: "Besides, it is impossible for him to be guarded by no one!"

"Alas, I was too anxious. But in ten years' time, will he really come in person?" asked the Great Prophet worriedly.

"Don't take his word for it, he'll probably be back in less than ten years! Poor Dao also said with a heavy face: "For example, this Frost Sorrow, the magic power in it is quite abundant, it is definitely enough for the grade of the artifact, and it can also continuously increase the strength of the holder and the sword itself through killing, which is almost an unlimited increase, which is really terrifying." ”

"Oh my God, how could he have given you such a thing?" said the Great Prophet incredulously.

Because there is a trace of soul attached to this sword, the owner of the sword will slowly lose himself in the killing, and eventually become his faithful slave. Poor Dao sighed and said, "This sword is also a spatial coordinate. When the energy absorbed by the sword is enough, it will automatically open a spatial door that is large enough for the Great Lord to enter and exit!"

"I see, what are you going to do with it?" asked the Great Prophet.

"Haha!" Poor Dao smiled, "Of course it's to help him find a good master!haha!" I laughed and carefully put Frost Sorrow into the ring.

"Hehe!" The Great Prophet Old Fox, of course, understood what I meant, and was immediately startled, but his face hurriedly smiled. But in his heart he had already listed me as a dangerous element, and he must have secretly made up his mind that he would never be my enemy unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise. As long as I give this sword to the orc enemies, they will be too bad.

Then we all said no more, the Great Prophet was busy with post-war work, and Poor Dao and the others had not rested for a few days. So he was arranged to rest on the fortress at the top of the hill. Poor Dao first goes to the hotel to take a break, and Kerry has to get his newfound Mosquito mount first.

The poor road rested for a short time. Kerry came on a mosquito, but luckily this is where the Beamon royal family lives. So the mosquitoes came in a few meters and we all started exchanging information in the house. Poor Dao talked about the general process of cleaning up the worms and rats, and Kerry talked about the powerful spells of the Great Prophet he had seen!

It turned out that the Great Prophet Star God was known as the Wrath of the Sky in Beamon, and his specialty turned out to be the most terrifying lightning spell. According to Kerry's description, when he arrived at the scene, the Chimera had been beaten all over by the Great Prophet and was running in all directions, and he was no match for the Great Prophet at all.

The characteristics of the Great Prophet's spells are steady, accurate, and ruthless. Stability is the timing of the launch, and he controls it so well that it always makes the Chimera very uncomfortable. Because after the electric spell is activated, it can be hit in an instant, unlike other spells, such as fireballs, wind blades, ice arrows, and flight time. So, usually just a moment before the Chimera attacks, the Great Prophet's lightning also arrives, forcibly interrupting the Chimera's spell, so that the Great Prophet can be spotless, because he has barely received many attacks!

Quasi is even more admired by Kerry and Poor Dao, lightning spells are actually the most difficult to control, because the speed of lightning is too fast, and there is a certain tracking, so it is easy to hit, but it is too difficult to accurately hit a certain part. Like a tow altar, a mouse thousands of kilometers away can be electrocuted to death in one fell swoop, but if a person stands there and tells him to only hit his head and not his feet, it is absolutely impossible for him to do it, and even if he is replaced by Beamon, he will not be able to remember hitting the head.

But the Great Prophet did it, and he almost remembered that the lightning struck the same head of the Chimera until the head was broken, and the Chimera died only after all three heads had been accurately broken by the Great Prophet. If you want to hit a shaking head from a few kilometers away, how strong is the control ability of the Great Prophet's magic? However, the Great Prophet is at least about a thousand years old, and it is understandable that he is stronger than the Tuo Ke Tan who is about 100 years old.

The last "wolf" is even more amazing, the great prophet's own mana is not higher than that of the Chimera, and even a lot worse, but he actually has a thunder-based artifact-level magic weapon in his hand, in fact, this is not surprising, the orcs have been established for so many years, and it is strange that there is nothing in their hands!

Kerry said that this magic weapon was a black iron rod about two feet long, and the surface was uneven, and it was ugly to death! But the power was so terrifying that the Great Prophet could use the thunder and lightning it cast to break through the magic wall of the Chimera in just a few clicks, and it only took a second or two in total.

Kerry's eyes were about to fall off, and he said to me very depressed at the time, "If I and the Great Prophet go head-to-head, there is only a two-to-thirty percent chance that I will be able to run, and if I resist, I will turn to ashes in one minute at most! Everyone is a thousand-year-old demon, and I am more than three thousand years older than him, why is the gap so big?"

The Great Prophet is not only a powerful artifact in his hand, but what is even more terrifying about him is that he has a pair of pets, the Thunder Beast and Bimon, which are an excellent match for both near and far. Chi Meila pulled her head and wanted to risk her life to surprise and kill the Great Prophet at once. However, he was grabbed by Beamon, who jumped up from a high height, and hundreds of catties of flesh were scratched off his legs. Then he ate the instant forbidden spell of the thunder beast, and almost confessed there on the spot, so frightened that he didn't dare to approach anymore, and just wanted to kill him to escape.

It's a pity that he didn't fly as fast as the Great Prophet, and first his wings were injured by the forbidden spell of the thunder beast, which affected his speed. And then it's because the lightning is too much. The paralysis of the whole body seriously affected the speed of escape. Finally, the Great Prophet's Thunderbeast was blessed with agility, and it ran faster than the injured Chimera. And the Great Prophet also hated the losses caused by the monsters to the orcs, so he vented all his anger on the Chimera. Leng was chasing it all day, and finally after Kerry arrived. Turned the Chimera into coke.

After we lamented the strength of the Great Prophet, we naturally shifted the topic to this powerhouse of the Otherworld. Thereupon. The big mosquitoes began to tell us their stories again.

It turned out that they had come from a place called the Marginal Lands, which was actually the most hostile and barren place of all known planes, where no living creature could survive. Many powerhouses of the plane had been here, and after seeing such a harsh environment, they had no intention of staying there longer.

They all think that it is the edge of the world, so it is called the edge of the world, and some say that it is the place abandoned by God, so it is also called the place of forsaken by him.

Later, tens of thousands of years ago, various planes began to exile some of the most heinous criminals there, and it began to be called the place of exile again. The prisoners were the original natives there, and as they gathered more and more, they gradually began to fight for what little possessions were on the periphery. Several powerful forces gradually emerged among them, and slowly began to divide the territory for management.

Now, after tens of thousands of years of brutal competition, there are seven guys who have begun to claim the throne there, some of them call themselves the Great Overlord, some are called the Great Emperor, some are called the Great Emperor, and so on and so forth. One of them, the Great Lord, is the protagonist of this thousand-year-old conquest.

By chance, he suddenly discovered that a spatial rift had appeared in his territory for no reason, and through his powerful spiritual power, this was a plane with abundant resources and extremely beautiful scenery. The most important thing is that the orcs who rule this plane are weak guys. He had been in the edge for thousands of years, and he dreamed of becoming the master of such a land, so he immediately used his own strength to maintain the spatial rift, and immediately mobilized a large army to rush to occupy it.

Failure after failure did not make him lose confidence, but aroused his ambition even more, so he didn't do anything for thousands of years, just thinking about expanding the spatial rift. Every few years, he threw all his hard-earned troops into this endless war. And use the blood and soul resentment of the war dead to turn into energy to expand the spatial crack.

After thousands of years of unremitting efforts, he was finally able to send four of his strongest generals over. Although he failed again this time, he had already expanded the spatial rift to a point where he could enter and exit, and as long as he regained his full strength in a short time, he could come here and become the true master of this plane!

Through the inquiry of the big mosquito, Poor Dao has a general understanding of this abandoned place, and the seven guys who are called kings there are obviously all powerful beings at the Seraphim level. Everyone has a few master subordinates like Big Mosquito under them. In addition, the big mosquitoes also have a large number of small monsters of their own to follow.

It is said that mosquitoes and flame insects were originally born in the same plane, and it is a world dominated by various giant insects, and the giant insects that have mastered the power of the elements have extremely powerful powers, and gradually formed a loose social system. Mosquitoes and Flame Bugs are the powerhouses of that plane, and they have been exiled to the fringes for making mistakes.

Unfortunately, as soon as they came, they met the great lord, and after the defeat, in order to save their lives, they had to sign a contract with the lord and become someone else's subordinate. It has been working for thousands of years now, and before he could get out of the tiger's mouth, he fell into Kerry's wolf's den, which is even more miserable, and he is not even qualified to be a subordinate, so he can only be used as a mount for Kerry. After the big mosquito talked about the incident, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I understand now that I really can't do bad things!" the big mosquito cried: "I was originally the heir of a big tribe, and the scenery was infinite, but because of a quarrel with others, I lost a fight, and then I asked someone to sneak attack that guy to death." As a result, he was sentenced to exile to the marginal land, and he spent thousands of years in that ugly bird place, and now he has been reduced to the point of being a mount for others!...... I regret killing me!"

"What are you crying about!" Poor Dao said with a smile: "Tell you clearly, you can follow us, that's your creation, don't know what to do." If you behave well, we will never treat you badly, and maybe one day you will return home!"

"Really?" said the big mosquito in disbelief, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"It's true!" said Kerry, too, "If you follow me sincerely, I will be good to you in the future." I will never look at you with a mount, you look at the master's mount, how old you are to have such strength, how majestic! The future is limitless. ”