A black shadow flashed, followed closely by a small black ball. The pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info one after the other, like antelopes and wild leopards chasing on the grassland. But compared to the cheetah, the black ball behind is obviously easier to chase the black shadow in front. In an instant, the black shadow in front of him was hit and fell from the sky.

Syllable...... The shadow fell heavily, followed by a rapid movement. I saw that Bodol, who was once known as the most intelligent university scholar in the world, was now unkempt and kneeling, staggering towards the black shadow. Then he grabbed it with both hands and put it in his mouth, and dark red blood burst out, and it turned out to be a bat.

Bodol sucked the blood and flesh off the skinny bat, leaving only the slender skeleton and tossed it aside, where several small mountains of bones had piled up. He looked at the black shadows hanging upside down on the cliffs in the distance, and knew that there were endless bats there, and he envied those who had wings, making them his companions and his food. Isolated from the outside world, there was no sun or moon, no starry sky, and he didn't know what time it was, nor how long he had been trapped below. Perhaps he could tell by the number of bats, because he didn't have a schedule, and these bats that survive in the dark do. His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and he felt that he could see better into his surroundings than in the light.

After a "hearty meal", he wiped the blood and residue from the corners of his mouth with his hands, and then reached for the dark magic scroll in his arms. This is one of the things he must do every day, and it is also the key to his "light". He flipped through the scroll, his blood-red eyes staring at the runes on it, in fact, he had already memorized the contents of it, but no matter how much he tried, there was no movement "below". At first, Bodor thought that the absence of movement might be a good thing, because once it woke up, the first thing to suffer was himself. However, as time passed, his mind began to change, and he began to get tired of living like a mouse under this for the rest of his life. He began to study the dark arts in earnest, incantating the magic spells on them over and over again, each rune flipping in his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, everything was still calm, only the ever-increasing mountain of bones......

Bodol already knew that the "it" that Nadas wanted to awaken to himself was beneath him, and that it was some kind of creature with black scales. He hoped it was a creature he had guessed, because if it were, awakening it would be a catastrophe worse than the resurrection of Nadas. Although his corrupted heart occasionally worried about the outside world, it was only because he was one of their weaker creatures. But now it's different, trapped here in the company of darkness, so that the only glimmer of light in his heart is also eroded by the darkness: since I can't live in the light, don't think about it!

Bodol flipped through the scroll quickly, his fingers scratching the runes on it from time to time, a gesture he had done hundreds of times. But this time he felt something different, his old face as dry as the bark of a tree tugged for a moment, and then, as if he had found something, he trembled and stretched out his hand to touch it again, and his eyes began to widen, and the eyeballs seemed to be squeezed out.

This...... The depth of these runes is not the same, could it be that the mystery in this ancient magic scroll is here?Bodor even overpowered his fear, and his palm continued to feel the uneven runes, and he began to wonder what made this magic scroll so strange by his ancestors. After thinking about it for a long time, an idea suddenly popped into his mind: The ancient ancestors loved to sing poetry, could this be a kind of fluctuation of rhythmic intervals? He was one of the most learned scholars, and he was naturally well versed in all kinds of knowledge, including poetry and music.

With that in mind, he began to grope with his hands as he mentally calculated, reciting the runes on the scroll as he thought the tone was different. Although it was only the beginning, he clearly felt that after changing the pitch, the rune was no longer boring to read, and even had a kind of magic that made him want to stop like music. And the more he got to the back, the span of the rune tones gradually increased, and the pitch became higher and higher, and before he knew it, he had stood up and stood up, his hands stretched out in front of him, like a supplicant. He slowly walked to the edge of the suspended platform, staring down with a glazed gaze.

The endless abyss, dark red magma leaping and undulating with his spell. Slowly, a black "small ridge" emerged like a dark beach after the tide receded, and the tumbling magma slipped from the huge black scales, and a pair of giant eyes like black holes flipped into the magma, and the hot magma flowed into the hollow eye sockets.

Bodor saw the rising behemoth, and fear grew in his dull eyes. He staggered back, his body trembling uncontrollably, his mouth open to say something, but he couldn't utter a syllable as if he were dumb. Only confirmed his conjecture in his heart: it was really a dragon! and it was a black dragon of indescribable size!

Even though he tried his best to think about it, didn't want to admit it, he could still hear its wings sticking out of the magma and deploying it. Even beneath the abyss, it still looked so vast that Bodor didn't dare to look at it as it flew up. Because if he sees it, then the next second will be his death.

Just as Bodol stood motionless as it waited for it to devour him, the blood altar tumbling overhead finally moved, and then a powerful suction force lifted him off the ground. He knew what was going on and didn't struggle. The moment he left, the suspended platform below was engulfed in a sea of black, and he seemed to see countless figures of himself in the black scales. He then walked through the boiling altar of blood, but the pain turned into a long-lost pleasure for him.

After enduring only a moment of stench and heat in his blood, he saw the light he had not seen for a long time, even if it was only the candlelight on the walls around the sacrificial hall.

Bodor struggled out of the Blood Altar and stumbled up the stairs, a slight applause ringing in his ears as a black image appeared beside him like the wind.

"You did it. Nadas said with a playful look at the corners of his dark red mouth.

Bodor struggled to his feet, his expression flattering, even though he had a myriad of impulses to kill the man in front of him who had thrown him into hell.

"It'...... It's awake, will it ......" Bodol's disguised expression changed instantly, and he slowly moved away from the altar behind him, for fear that the black dragon would leap out.

"Don't worry, we woke it up, not only will it not be what you think, but it should be grateful to us and will help us. Nadas's evil pupils narrowed.

If it weren't for the fact that the person standing in front of him was the demon leader, he would have thought that the person who said such things was crazy. It was an ancient dragon at least a thousand years old, and any race was a weak creature in front of it. How could it lower its status to help them? Nadas is not a Terran, and can make a bloodline contract with it through the Celestial Dragon's bloodline, even if the Terran can control the ancient dragon, it will go back to ancient times.

"Help us?"

"That's right, what do you think I'm getting this body for?" Nadas stroked his cheek, "good-looking, robust, and while I admit that these advantages are satisfying to this body, the most important thing is the dragon blood flowing through it. ”

Sure enough, it was still within Bodor's expectations.

"Yes...... Boss, even if you have the blood of the Dragon, there is an ancient dragon down there......"

"Are you worried I won't be able to handle it?" Nadas still grimnated.

Bodor nodded cautiously, not knowing why the demon in front of him looked confident.

"If it's someone else's bloodline, I'm really not sure I can control this ancient dragon that is enough to destroy one side. But, what about the bloodline of the world-destroyer? You've read so many books, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Nadas's faint answer made the former scholar tremble, and he almost fell without standing still. The scene of more than ten years suddenly passed through my mind like a sharp arrow. At the Terran Heroes Conference, the evil Faceless One roared before dying, "The star of the East is shining, the Destroyer is coming!" That sentence echoed in Bodore's head.

The Destroyer of Worlds...... Although there is information about the destroyer in the annals of ancient history, people including Bodol only regard it as a legend. At this time, when Nadas said it, he couldn't help but believe it.

"This ...... This ......," Bodore's eyes felt a little dizzy, "you...... You're referring to the fact that the world-destroying one that appears once in thousands of years is the Optimus...... Young Master Qingtian?"

"That's right," Nadas amused at Bodol's appearance, "so his bloodline isn't any ordinary dragon bloodline, you just don't know it." ”

Bodor calmed down for a moment, and he knew that he was terrified just now, like a three-year-old child who had seen a beast, but the real "beast" was still waiting for him.

"Oh, and I'll tell you another secret," Nadas said as if he had waited for him to breathe a sigh of relief, "The owner of this shell of mine is not alone, and his brother, who was born on the same day, also has a mysterious identity, so you must be able to guess what the 'scholar' is, right?"

Sky, the waste, Bodor's mind spun in his mind. What mysterious identity? He suddenly remembered that in ancient legends, there were not many descriptions of the world-destroyer, but there were many introductions to another identity. It is precisely because of the simultaneous appearance of this identity that the legendary disasters every few thousand years will be stopped, otherwise this world would not continue to the present. And that identity is ......

"Savior?" asked Bodor tentatively.

Nadas clapped his hands again and said with a playful smile: "You deserve to be a university scholar, how about it, didn't you expect it? The waste in your eyes turned out to be the chosen one, and as a righteous party." ”

Bodor really didn't expect it, but his expression wasn't overly surprised. Maybe he was used to it, but there were too many things he hadn't thought of, including that he would survive to become Nadas's subordinate, including his practice of dark magic to become a dark mage, including awakening that ancient calamity.

"The Chosen One, so the two bloodlines in that kid's body are not just the result of the combination of the human race and the phantom race, but the deliberate action of the heavens...... "Bodor finally understood why he always felt that these things had happened very coincidentally, and the human race and the phantom race could actually conceive offspring, and they were twins. Now that he has the words "savior" and "destroyer", he seems to have solved the doubts in his heart. But since the savior had already appeared, and had just slipped away from his possession not long ago, why did Nadas give the order to capture him alive instead of getting rid of him in the first place?

New questions haunted Bodol again, and his dark red eyes looked at Nadas with a strange premonition.

"You seem to have a lot of doubts, huh?" Nadas saw through him.

"I didn't ...... Not ......," Bodor said hurriedly, knowing that there were some things he still didn't know.

"Don't be nervous, you've just accomplished something great for me and proven yourself to be useful. I have always had clear rewards and punishments, especially for talents. Now that I have officially appointed you as the Chief Dark Mage of our Dark Alliance, I will hand over to you a group of Capable Wizards, who will be responsible for training them to become the mages of our Dark Alliance, and contribute the power of magic to the upcoming decisive battle. Nadas had a kind smile, but the evil face was even more eerie.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Chief, for your appreciation, and I will do my best to serve you. Although Bodor was grateful, his heart was not very excited about the appointment. Because the real power is still in the hands of Nadas, he is just a tool to train the team for him.

"Alright, change into this dress, and now take you to meet my excellent subordinates, who you have officially joined at this meeting. ”

Nadas threw him a black robe with a strange pattern, and walked down the altar towards the area on the side of the sacrificial hall. Bodor didn't have a chance to speak, so he could only replace it, and then silently followed him, with a trace of bat blood still remaining at the corner of his mouth.

Passing through several dark corridors, the road ahead leads them to another hall. This hall does not have the smell of boiling blood, and the brightness is much brighter than that of the sacrificial hall. In the center of the hall, a long black table swayed horizontally, and on either side sat some people dressed in the same black clothes as themselves, but with different patterns on their bodies, except for the common thing of black clothing, regardless of skin color, hair color, eye color, body contour, and physical features, they were different.

It was the leader of the other forces under the Dark Alliance. Bodor didn't expect Nadas to take him directly to his council to discuss the war, the first time he had met with the leaders of other forces since joining the Dark Alliance. Although he hadn't seen it, he remembered vividly that Nadas had inadvertently said the names of each faction leader, and then matched their names according to the characteristics of their race.

First on the left was the scorpion woman he often saw, the leader of the Dark Golem Clan, the left envoy of the abyss, Brown. At this time, there was a hint of surprise in her dark red eyes when she saw herself enter, and she knew that she had been "doing things" for Nadas under the altar all these days.

At the top on the right is a rock monster covered in black and purple with glazed eyes. It seems that it should be the patriarch of the Demon Rock Clan who is controlled by the scorpion woman on the left - Naiba Demon Rock. However, there was another rock monster sitting next to him, but the body of this Demon Rock Clan was actually black, and I don't know who it was.

The second seat on the left was a half-orc, whose lower limbs with nowhere to place forced him not to sit in a chair, but to stand there. Bodol knew he must be the lion-man, Rylf, the leader of the half-orcs.

The rest are the rebel leaders of various races, and without the corresponding strength, Bodol does not pay attention. When he swept his eyes to the other side. A fierce gaze shot at him from his black inky eyes, it was an extremely young, handsome man, and an even deeper flame seemed to burn in his chest on the black costume.

"Yilong Clan...... The Black Flame Sect's scars. Bodor thought silently in his heart, he knew that this boy was the most undespised person here except for Nadas and the scorpion woman.

"You've been waiting for a long time. Nadas said lightly. He didn't care how long they had been waiting, "I'm sure you've all heard of it," he pointed to Bodor beside him, "He used to be a Terran scholar, but now he is the great magician of our Dark Alliance, Bodol. ”

The people on both sides of the long table, except for the few leaders that Bodol had just focused on, the rest of the rabble all had flattering expressions, and they almost clapped their hands.

"The magician has just done a great job for me and passed the test, so I am qualified to participate in the Dark Council. Now among us, except for the Dark Elf Empress, who is still out on a mission—"

The corners of the brown mouth twitched slightly, and the fingers under the table slightly scratched the palm.

"—Besides, all the leaders of my Dark Alliance are here, and the Dark Council begins!"

Nadas shook off his black robe and sat in the front seat, his momentum overpowering everyone.

"Everyone, the current situation must be well known to everyone. The weak Terrans were in the most advantageous position to control them, the barbarians hid in the depths of the wilderness, the Silver Castle shrank in the cold caves, and the pastoral capital was besieged on all sides...... But we have been changed by the recklessness of some rabble, who are now twisted together against us, so that we are now passive in the face of those weak races. The people who manage them are not to blame for this unfavorable situation!" he glanced at the leaders on either side of the long table, his voice mixed with anger. Finally, he looked at the area of the rebel leaders of the various tribes, and the point was clear.

Looking at the panicked looks of several rebels of various races, it was obvious that they knew what the reason was, and what Nadas was referring to was the fall of the Pastoral Capital.

"First ...... Leader us...... We never expected the army of Qingyun City to come to the rescue, so they flanked back and forth...... We're going to lose badly. But...... Rest assured, there will never be a second ...... of this kind of thing," said a rebel leader cautiously.

Nadas held out his hand and motioned for him to shut up. "This was the kind of thing that happened, and you wouldn't have had a chance to be here. But—" his dark eyes looked at Bodol with a smile, "—our magician has brought me good news from under the altar, and has given you a chance. ”

Several of the rebel leaders finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the flattering expressions on their faces intensified, and the latter enjoyed it.

"As for the Phantom Clan...... Nadas's tone was tinged with hatred as he looked at the half-beast patriarch with a sphinx face, "Patriarch Relf, I didn't send you my Black Wing Dragon Ao. What did you get me back? That kid didn't catch it, he just cleaned up some useless little families around the Forest of the Cloud Forest?"

"Leader of Nadas, the Forest of the Cloud Forest is at best a moving labyrinth for other races, and it is impossible to find the true entrance. But for us half-orcs, it's more than just a labyrinth. You know that our half-orcs have a deep relationship with the phantom race, so many of the ancient family's areas have special spells and dark spells against our half-orcs, which are both ancient and vicious. There is no choice but to clear out these small families around us as a lure, because they all belong to the Tulin family, and I expect that Kerry Tulin will not sit idly by and ignore his people, and will definitely send troops to support. That way, we can catch them all without the help of ancient magic on the outskirts of the forest. ”

"Hmph, the idea is great, but what about the result? I want the result. Nadas shrugged off his explanation.

Although Relf is a lion man, he is not a reckless man, he has the ferocious combat power of a lion, but he is still very thoughtful.

"The result was beyond my expectations, they did not support the periphery, but the army marched into the territory of the House of Case. ”

"The Keys family?" Nadas had heard of the ancient family that was annoying him, "is it...... The dragon and the deer are fighting?"

"Quite possibly. The lion man replied in a low voice.

"That's interesting. However, don't take it lightly, tell your men to keep an eye on them, and if they really bite each other, then we don't hesitate to take advantage of the fisherman. ”

"Understood. The lion man replied.

Nadas looked at the end of the table one last time, and a pair of inky black eyes looked at it as well.

"Is there anything Patriarch Yiji has anything to say?" asked Nadas with interest.

Everyone's eyes followed Nadas's words, and although it was a young man sitting there, no one dared to despise his presence.

"I have a hunch that the world's most secretive race may be on the horizon. Yiji said slowly.

"Ice Elf, why did the Patriarch of Yiji say this?" said Nadas, who had been in trouble for a long time.

The black-clothed boy smiled at first, then stopped abruptly.

"Because the people I wounded can only be saved by their magic, and if they don't show up again, the lives of allies will be at risk. ”

Yiji's arrogant appearance didn't take anyone present in his eyes at all, including Nadas. But Nadas just glanced at him, then turned to Brown and whispered, "Convey to Queen Calissa Secret Words, she should move quickly." We need to find out something before the Ice Elves show up, and I don't believe the Silver Stain Lord knows anything about the neighbors who live around them!"

Brown hesitated for a moment when he heard the name, then nodded thoughtfully.