The mysterious man hidden in Noah was quietly extending his clutches to the entire underground world, and Bai Huang and the others were still unaware, and after listening to Kegel's brief account of the situation in Yanmen, several people decided to go there quickly to discuss their next move. ．

Is what the night sky is looking for related to this demonic invasion? Will it be affected and destroyed, or is it a landmark, an object, or something intangible? These are not clear, and Claude and Funenel will not ignore the whim of a "goddess", let alone Bai Huang.

To their surprise, Kegel, who had escaped death, made a request to accompany him after learning about their intentions, which was tantamount to trying his best to escape from the tiger's den in Longtan, and ran back to die as soon as he took a breath.

Before Kegel could finish speaking, his brothers exhorted aloud with excitement on their faces, and of course some shouted to follow.

"Shut up for me!Especially you!Verlauder!Why are you so loud!If you still have the strength to howl, hurry up and take the rest of my brothers to Virzan!" Kegel's usual prestige could be seen from the sudden silence.

"My request is rude, do you still want to embarrass me?!I may be able to play a role with a few legends, if you really want to help, get out of Viezan as fast as you can and ask for support!"

Kegel did not continue on his own after subduing his men, because it would be an offense to several legends to do so, and it is clear from this that the leader was not only thoughtful, but also not as rough as those who licked the blood with knives.

After obtaining Bai Huang's consent, Kegel relieved himself and handed over the token and the prepared information to his right and left man, Roman, and gave a few simple instructions. Unlike Verlauder, a guy with a brain full of muscles, Roman has the ability to take charge of himself with confidence.

The two had already discussed similar situations of death in battle or incapacitation, so they didn't say much, after Kegel followed Bai Huang and them away, Roman also led the rest of the men to rush to Vilzan, and even the bodies of his companions were not buried, so in such a race against time, everyone was silent, retaining their physical strength as much as possible, enduring grief, walking in the cold wind, and moving forward with all their might.

Roman and the others were able to stay away from the war for a while, but Kegel, who had always been calm and self-controlled, became a moth to the fire because of the emotions that suddenly appeared in his heart. Perhaps, in retrospect, he will label himself as "impulsive and reckless", provided of course that he can live.

However, there will always be a few times in a person's life when they commit a second mistake, when they are young, they are not impulsive, do they have to wait for old age, nailed to the coffin, and shout in a rotten voice?

The howling cold wind calmed Kegel's complicated emotions for a moment, and he gradually recovered from the shock, and he really began to feel a little numb to the endless methods of these legends who had emerged from nowhere.

As a "fire-fighting moth", he was now literally flying in the air, but carried by a wyvern he had never seen or heard of.

With its blue vertical pupils, slender and flat head, dark oval scales, and a sturdy and slender body and wings, this is undoubtedly a nocturnal nightshade fork-tailed dragon. Although he did not summon the dragon, Claude disbanded the Sand Beast and chose this subspecies of wyvern with excellent dark vision and flight as a means of transportation.

The crowd marched eastward, and soon left the gray corner, which was based on dry gray. Riding the cold wind, looking down from a high altitude, what appeared in front of Bai Huang and the others was a road that led to the end of the line of sight, that was the Wanderer Path.

It is said to be a road, but it is only a lot flatter than the general wasteland, and the trade routes and official roads of various countries on the big 6 are naturally not compared, after all, this is a "natural" formed road, from the name can be imagined, in the past years, how many travelers and merchants have left footprints on it, and over time, I don't know when there was such a name as the wanderer's path.

In response to the old saying, there is no road in the world, and there are many people walking, so naturally there is.

Kegel's face changed slightly as he looked at the path of the wanderer that appeared in his sight, as dense black dots appeared on this familiar path. Even if he couldn't see clearly due to the distance, he could tell that it was not a human on the run.

At this time, on the path of the wanderer, a large demon army is marching in the direction of the gray horn on the billowing smoke and dust, a large number of imps are messily acting as grassroots miscellaneous cannon fodder roles, mixed with the huge Horned Demon Overseer, and then Kwasser, Tully, and even the Blood Demon and the Dread, but there are no huge war beasts in the legion, and there are not many flying creatures in sight, it looks like a patchwork of ragtag legions.

The distance was too far, and Kegel's ability was insufficient, but Bai Huang could sense the aura of a great demon faintly coming from below, although it was not powerful, it was also a true legend, which was probably the reason why this legion was able to assemble.

For a moment, Bai Huang had the idea of taking the enemy's general level in the army of ten thousand, as long as the great demon in the legion died, most of this group of miscellaneous armies would be torn apart and become a plate of scattered sand. However, this idea was only a flash after all, not to mention whether the fragmented demon army would turn into a bigger problem after self-defeating, judging from the information obtained from Kegel's mouth, such a demon army would not cause too much trouble to a dungeon.

Retracting his gaze, Bai Huang looked in the direction of the Yanmen hidden behind the mountains, the sky above the underground world was as dark as ever, and the misty glimmer could not dispel this sense of oppression. The fire-like halo behind the Red Fire Ridge symbolizes not light, vigor and hope, the Yanmen wrapped by the mountains is like a blazing furnace in the rising firelight, and the fire that exudes the breath of destruction is burning with fresh life, and it is a scene of stability and peace that contains hardships.

For some reason, Bai Huang's gaze seemed to be able to see many illusory lights and shadows through the heavy space, with blurred lines and flickering fragments, most of which were meaningless or incomprehensible, but occasionally seemed to flash some fragmentary pictures, including human beings, demons, buildings, simple landscapes, peaceful daily life, and sudden chaos and fighting.

These sudden lines, fragments, and images set off a storm of information in Bai Huang's eyes, making him feel dizzy. The eyelids reflexively closed, and in the blink of an eye, the abnormality just now seemed to be just Bai Huang's illusion.

Since returning to the underground world, the stronger restlessness in his heart made Bai Huang's eyebrows tightly twisted together, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his incomprehensible thoughts, and at the same time reached out and touched the little head of the night sky, soothing the little guy who was constantly writhing in his arms like a loach.

He had a hunch, a premonition that he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Maybe in the next second, he will have earth-shaking changes......