"He woke up. A male voice spoke in awkward elven language.

"Look at him! I'm going to report to the Mistress. The other woman said in a commanding tone.

"Yes. The man replied, and after the woman gently left, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the patient he was caring, an injured human black-robed mage.

The other party had already opened his eyes at this time, and was looking at the surrounding environment coldly, and the cold and cold air in those eyes made him, a dark elf who had lived in darkness for a long time, feel eerie and terrifying, so when he heard the whispering sound not far away, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief again.

Every woman here scared him, but the wounded human black-robed mage in front of him gave him a much more terrifying feeling, and only the Maserati Mistress could make him feel the same fear.

Suddenly, a peculiar sense of tension came from behind him, and the dark elf didn't have to turn around, and already knew that it was the Maserati mistress of his own family who had arrived. He immediately bowed humbly, and at the same time ducked to the side, waiting for the next instructions from the Maserati Mistress, without whom he did not even dare to raise his head.

However, Maserati's entire mind was on the injured human black-robed mage at this time, and she didn't notice the man who was taking care of her at all.

This is the dark region, the city of the dark web of Drow - Shama City.

The city of Shama is located in a cave two miles wide and a thousand feet high, and it is inhabited by 20,000 drow elves, and the noble palace is magnificent.

The illustrious Consul was made up of the matriarchs of some of the city's most powerful families. Through their rulings, conspiracies, and rivalries, the Spider God's Rose's twisted laws rule the city.

The city consisted of the family castles of various nobles.

The family castle is made up of huge stalactites and huge stalagmites, and the unquenchable black fire rolls inside the stalagmites. The spires and towers of the many mage schools are densely packed with colorful magical aura. At the end of each tower's spire, it intermittently unleashes a flash spell that transforms into different patterns, like their own markers.

The castle is surrounded by a wide moat. Houses are often dotted with realistic gray translucent cobweb-like wall hangings or hanging curtains. Generations of Drow artisans have done everything in their power to perfection, using magic to carve rows and rows of motifs into stalactites and stalagmites.

And those stalactites that hang upside down from the top, and stalagmites that grow from the ground, are hollowed out and used as housing, the former belonging to priests, and the latter to mages and warriors.

Here, the sunlight from the ground can never reach, and everywhere is shrouded in boundless darkness.

Due to the will of Queen Rose, Drow's society has always been a matriarchal society, where women have absolute power and supremacy, and in turn, every male is taught from an early age that they must obey the rule of women and serve all women who are above them, regardless of time and place.

And the Maserati mistress, as the most powerful Emma family matriarch in the entire city of Shama, her status can definitely be counted as below one person, above ten thousand, therefore, every male in the city, when facing her, will unconsciously burst out from the depths of the heart, not only because she is now under the grace of Rose, but also because of her powerful divine power and cruel bloodthirsty character, as well as moody temper.

Everyone knows what will happen to the Maserati mistress once they are angry.

But now, the Maserati mistress found that this human black-robed mage from the surface of the earth still dared to meet her own scrutinizing gaze with a cold gaze.

Maserati suspects that the other party's presumptuousness is not only because he is not a member of the Drow and does not understand the rules and regulations of the Drow society, but also because of the arrogance that the other party has cultivated for a long time. She knew the true identity of the black-robed mage in front of her, a human mage that even Drow had heard of—Tork Aland.

Twenty-five years ago, she had made a pact with the mage who had secretly visited Shama City, using her powerful magic to help him become a lich and gain eternal life, while he helped the Drow army win the war.

He failed, and so did the Drow army......

However, the crushing defeat of Drow made Queen Rose angry with the Terte family, who were ranked first at the time, and the Maserati housemother quickly killed the Terte family after the Battle of Dragon Valley and successfully ascended to the throne.

That attack was so fast that it didn't leave any traces, almost perfect.

A few days ago, an uninvited guest forced his way in from outside the city of Shama.

The opponent used powerful magic to open a portal and send himself directly to the spider statue at the gate of Shama City, with the huge head of a severed skeleton monster behind him.

This uninvited guest was the black-robed mage in front of him, Teucer Aland.

Just like 25 years ago, the way he visited Shama City was so direct, and it was surprising that a human mage could have such strength.

These creatures, the accomplices of the surface elves, had unusually short lives, as fast as meteors, and it was hard for Maserati to imagine how such a short-lived human could gain such great power in such a limited time. Their ability to learn is amazing!

So, Maserati understands Aland's desperate desire for eternal life, and takes advantage of it appropriately.

Perhaps, she will be able to take advantage of the other party again. That's why she saved him.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment, the Maserati mistress suppressed her anger and reminded herself that he was only a human being, and that he had no idea how noble his current status was, and that the Emma family was only the second family in the entire city of Shama when they last met. However, Maserati thought that he would understand this later.

"We meet again, Mage. The Maserati malady condescended and took the initiative to speak.

"Hmm. Aland replied coldly.

Undoubtedly, his attitude provoked Maserati's displeasure, with a slight hint of anger, and she coldly reminded: "Watch your attitude!"

These words, she often says to men, every time they say them, they will have unexpected effects.

This time, however, Maserati's unhappiness did not have much effect on Aland, but it frightened the drow man, who had been guarding Aland, who was lying on the ground at this time, half to death, and writhed uneasily.

Maserati noticed the servant at her feet, and instantly found the object of venting, she raised her hand, and a powerful force shot the other party up, ejected it and hit the wall, and fell to the ground again, Maserati asked coldly: "Why are you still here?"

The man scrambled to his feet and struggled to flash out the door, and Maserati shouted, "Come back!"

The poor creature immediately ran back with a cower, his smoking chest and the pained, panicked look on his face that made the black-robed mage, accustomed to death, a little sick to his stomach.

Aland understood that the other party was making a show for himself, and he understood that his life and death had been manipulated on this bad-tempered woman, but he still watched the scene coldly and refused to bow his head at all.

There was no expected deterrent effect, Maserati was not discouraged, and at this moment her mood had eased again, and she calmed down, so that she could bargain with the same evil and cold mage in front of her, but with a hint of madness.

So, without waiting for the drow man to stand still, Maserati waved her hand and commanded, "Get out." ”

The other party was like a ****, and quickly disappeared outside the door without a sound.

After seeing the drow man's back disappear, the black-robed mage Alain turned his gaze to the Maserati mistress again. She is the mistress of the Emma family, the second largest family in Shama City, and possesses powerful magical skills, especially her secret skills in making various mysterious ointments, which are unmatched in the entire city.

"Now it's the first family. Maserati said.

Aland immediately realized that the other party was using mind reading to survey his thoughts, and at this time he was not yet healed from his injuries and could not resist effectively, and he was completely transparent in front of her.

"So, what about the Tert family?" Aland asked knowingly.

"It doesn't exist. Maserati replied lightly, "The Telt family never existed, and it is forbidden to be mentioned again." ”

This is the law of the Dark Regions, a never-ending deadly rivalry that continues between different families.

Rose is a cruel, headstrong goddess who likes to let her followers kill each other so that only the strongest, cunning, and cruelest of the believers can stay and serve her. Therefore, family wars often break out within Drow, and the major families swallow and destroy each other. In the same way, the priestesses within the various families were constantly intriguing in order to be able to obtain higher positions.

These open and secret battles are subject to an iron law: "If it cannot be proven, it has never happened." ”

Every drow who survives here understands this iron law, and as a result, they are often wary of falling victim to another conspiracy while initiating a conspiracy.

A dagger from behind can melt carefully consolidated power into darkness like quicksand.

Aland looked at Maserati indifferently, he didn't dare to take any interest in the struggle for power within Drow, he just needed a way to live forever.

These drows, dark elves, like their surface cousins, are very long-lived races, and they have a hard time understanding the horrors of aging.

Aland will always remember that when he first discovered that he, the most powerful mage ever created, was destined to be ruthlessly corrupted by the years, imprisoned to death in an aging, broken body, and that as he grew older, his hands would not be able to draw accurate gestures, his trembling lips would not be able to pronounce correct spells, and his confused head would not be able to remember effective spells, and his anger would consume almost everything.

He couldn't bear it! his own strength, the power he had worked so hard to gather, and the magical knowledge scattered everywhere would become food for maggots. He is the strongest mage of all time, he was, is, and will be, and for this he must transcend ordinary life, he must attain eternal life!

A long time ago, when he was a blue-robed mage, the reason why he chose neutrality was because this robed mage was able to learn more unbiasedly, absorbing the knowledge power of both sides to enrich himself, at that time, he had already begun to explore the law of eternal life, however, he was angry to find out that the blue robe did not allow him to succeed, and this robe color also had many limitations.

By chance, he obtains a magic book written by the ancient drow dark mage, Vicky Miguel, from which he gets some clues to immortality. He began experimenting, experiments of all kinds, which slowly distorted his mind, and finally caused him to give up everything, form an alliance with Drow, and be in the company of the darkness.

However, he failed because of a fledgling elven mage, Miari, and, after he regained his freedom, failed again, this time because of an unarmed human warrior.

He began to wonder if the prophecy that Georg had once befallen him would come true. He's going to die at the hands of a man who doesn't know any magic and is very weak?

If this prophecy is true, then, at least for now, he will not die.

Maserati wouldn't kill him, she had to keep him for some reason and purpose, otherwise, she would gladly use him to feed her spider pets when the portal mistakenly sent herself into the Netherlands.

Sure enough, Maserati said, "I still need you alive for the time being." ”

She especially strengthened the pronunciation of the word "temporary" to make Aland understand that once he lost his value to her, she would not hesitate to kill him, as if she killed him, like killing an insect, without much strength.

Aland was slightly angry, and had a headache somewhere in the depths of his mind, and there was always a voice screaming: "Reptiles!

After 25 years of claustrophobia, his anger grew, but his self-control over the years had allowed him to maintain the restraint and calmness of a mage. However, the Drow housemother in front of him despised his strength and aroused his anger and madness, just because, after his now fragile ** woke up from his slumber, the speed of aging accelerated, and his physical condition became worse and worse, at this time, he was indeed so weak that he was not as good as an insect.

It was not easy for Aland to force himself to calm down, judging the situation is an indispensable quality for all strong people.

He now has to figure out the question, what kind of use does he have for Maserati?

This time, Maserati didn't take the initiative to answer him, even though she knew his every thought. But she waited for the other party to speak, which was a favorable opportunity to thwart the other party's arrogance. Dispel his arrogance and make it easier for him to profit from the negotiations that will take place. Humble human beings!, Maserati thought contemptuously.

"What do you need me to do?" After a moment, Alaand took the initiative to speak, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"What can you do now?" Maserati asked dismissively.

Aland didn't answer, he hadn't recovered yet, and he couldn't see what he could do at this time except to rest and recuperate, waiting for his strength and energy to regain his strength, especially in the cruel world where darkness reigned.

"You'll soon have power again, but," Maserati said, pausing deliberately, seeing the other man's body tremble slightly, knowing that Alaand was in the urn, she continued with a little sly, "you must complete our previous agreement." ”

"The previous agreement?" Aland blinked a little confusedly, he had been trapped for 25 years, but once he was released, he already understood that the war was over, and the Allied forces on the surface had won, otherwise, the area he passed through would not still be under human or elven rule, it was clear that 25 years ago, his dark allies did not win that war, they were driven back underground.

And the agreement between him and the Maserati mistress, according to Alain, has become a dead letter and is null and void.

But now, with the Maserati saying repeated, Alaand, after a brief moment of confusion, quickly came to his senses and asked, "Are you going to attack again?"

He knew that these drows, their spider queen Rose, had their sights set on the power of faith in the surface world, and that the dark people under Rose's rule, or the minions, would never give up any chance to please Rose, which was the foundation of their survival and strength.

It was only a matter of time before they would start another war, especially after they had fought the surface races and gained considerable victories and valuable experience.

Although the last war of aggression had ended in defeat for Drow, it was a deeply unequal battle, and they faced an alliance of several races on the surface at once. Defeat does not dampen their morale, it only makes them more aware of the inadequacy of the last war and actively looks for ways to win.

"Yes," Maserati replied, "this time, we will all succeed." ”

"We?" asked Aland.

Once again, Maserati affirmed, "It's us!" ”

The priests worked together on Alander, and since he had been tortured by the priest to ensure his loyalty to the Spider God and the Maserati Mistress, he was of course able to pass the test with ease, and now his rules of survival have been completely simplified, and whoever can give him eternal life is the object of his allegiance.

But in fact, there is always only one person he is truly loyal to, and that is himself. At this point, Aland played a small trick, because he was not part of Rose's people, and he was not worried that he would directly attract Rose's attention.

The only one to watch out for is the Maserati Mistress, but she's too gullible to read her mind.

Powerful magic can easily break a mage's will and spirit, however, Aland has his own knack for easily avoiding the torture of mind reading.

Human beings have a peculiar ability called "self-hypnosis", which any ordinary person can do. This is also the fundamental reason why many people are able to live happily despite facing various disasters all the time. Positive and clever psychological hints, you can deceive yourself, let alone others?

Aland knew that at this time, Maserati, perhaps he should call her the Maserati Mistress as before, would not just be performing mind reading, because she was commanding the high priests of the family to form a spider formation and perform powerful medical magic for him.

Not only will he quickly regain his former strength, but he may also have some windfalls.

Aland began to excitedly wait for the magic to react to him.

Suddenly, a powerful force quickly surged into Alander's body. He felt his whole body filled with power again, and he loved it, hungry for the dark magic from the dark elves.

After the spell, Alaand tried to move his hands and feet, and his previous joy was quickly replaced by shock and anger, and he was shocked and angry to find that his body had aged in an instant, his dry hands were full of wrinkles, and he was so weak that he could barely stand on his feet.

"What's the matter?" asked Aland angrily, his voice sounding shriveled and weak, like that of a dying old man, and his anger made him cough violently, and Alaand felt his lungs become as full of holes as autumn leaves, and every breath he took was extremely difficult.

The Maserati mistress stared at him coldly, just as he often stared coldly at his prey.

Next to her, a high-ranking priest of the Emma family, Lisal the eldest daughter of Maserati, was looking at the presumptuous human mage with dissatisfaction, and unconsciously reached out to touch her snake's whip, hoping that her mother would let her teach this unknown creature a lesson. However, Maserati's gestures stopped her from further action.

"You're just a human being, think about it, how old are you this year?" said the rare patience of the Maserati mistress.

Lisal glanced at her mother with dissatisfaction, she didn't understand the intentions of the Maserati mistress, who had gone through such a lot of trouble with a human being. She didn't think that this human mage would be needed in the upcoming war, just as 25 years ago, this guy had failed, at the hands of a surface elf, who had heard that the elf was still a low-level mage.

Now, they have stronger allies, the Tanali, and although Lishar doesn't like the bewitching Tanali either, at least their strength has yet to be proven compared to the black-robed mages who have failed in front of them.

It is worth mentioning that during the Battle of Dragon Valley 25 years ago, Queen Rose was busy splitting the plane and had no time to take care of anything else, resulting in the loss of the war. After that, Rose sought the cooperation of the demons and made a deal with the Razor Queen, Mecansut, to prepare a fairly large piece of land underground for the demonic Tanali sent by Mecanshut, which would serve as a shelter for the Tanali people and a springboard to the surface.

Because, the next war will be jointly launched by them.

Having seen the charm of the Tanari women and the ferocity of the men, Lishar wondered if it was difficult for Drow to resist such an army of demons. They were born in the most primitive of all species, and very few species can resist the lure of this **, and their attacks leave almost no traces, making it difficult for people to resist the enemy. After all, every species, always needs to survive and reproduce, which is the original driving force of all actions.

With them and Drow joining forces against the weaker races on the surface, Lisal believes that victory is in place, and that Mother will not need to bother to heal the arrogant human mage.

The Maserati mistress did not notice the displeasure of her eldest daughter, Lisal, or, did not take her displeasure seriously, she had her own plan, which, she firmly believed, did exactly what the Goddess Rose would do.

Lissal's irritability made it impossible for her to think more carefully.

The Drow had never been a good, protocol-abiding race, and the Maserati mistresses knew that, as did the Tanali, for they were demons themselves, a cruel, bloodthirsty, and despicable group of demons. The collaboration between their master, the Succubus Queen Mecansut, and the Spider God Queen Rose is not as perfect and flawless as they expected.

Because, these two goddesses are salivating over the huge power of faith in the surface world, how long can the cooperation between wolves and dogs last?

While working together, they are also each other's strongest competitors.

It's a delicate relationship, as they rely on each other to cooperate in the battle of conquest that is about to unfold, and on the other hand, they have to watch out for each other to prevent their opponents from snatching the fruits of victory from them. There is a delicate balance between them, and in terms of the strength that has surfaced, they are evenly matched with each other.

However, Maserati is also convinced that the other party, like itself, is collecting and networking some behind-the-scenes forces, and no matter where they come from, they are very likely to add chips to their profits during or after the war.

The human mage, Maserati never left waste, he did have a task to complete, and Maserati believed that he was now more eager than ever to complete the task she had given him, because he had completely fallen into the pit he had dug and would never think of it.

A seductive smile suddenly appeared on Maserati's face.

It's a pity that men of all races don't have any thoughts when they see Maserati's smile, except for fear, she gives people the feeling of being cold and weird.

Seeing Maserati's smile, even Aland felt that his back became cold, he understood the meaning of the other party's question, he had not yet gained eternal life, he was still a person, a person with strong ** strength, but he would also be old and would die.

According to the age of the human being, he should be in his seventies this year, and when he came out of the black box, the frozen time had been broken, and he was aging rapidly, but he had not aged all at once due to the control of magical power. And when his magical power faded after being injured in the fight with Mialy, his time finally returned to normal, making up for the lost years at once.

After realizing this, great fear came to Alander's heart again, even if he watched himself age day by day, he felt unbearable, not to mention that he was 25 years old all of a sudden.

"Mirrors!!" Alaand pleaded hoarsely, desperate to see himself as he was.

No one responded.

Aland suddenly remembered that this was the dark region, the city of Shama of the dark elves, and their eyesight had long been adapted to the darkness, and only priests or mages would light a little dim candle flame to read magic scrolls or magic books, and mirrors were unnecessary and expensive decorations for the drow who had been living in darkness. They don't need it at all!

Aland has been able to adjust to his aging and weakness for now, and has learned that drow recently conducted a perfect raid on the dwarves, snatching a batch of new weapons from the dwarves.

When Aland learned that the leader of the dwarven convoy they had dealt with was his former nemesis, Broto, he was both happy and regretful.

And, according to Drow's intelligence, after that raid, the dwarven hero Blotto has now turned into a complete drunkard.

He lives in remorse, blaming his mistakes for causing the dwarves to build new weapons that fell into the hands of Drow, blaming himself for killing all the members of the escort operation, and for drinking heavily and getting drunk all over the place. Even the glacier dwarves, who had always regarded him as a hero, no longer respected him, and Broto finally left the dwarven realm and began to wander around, going wherever good wine was available.

Aland had to admit that Drow's hand was really beautiful, and before the war began, he had successfully weakened the opponent's strength, demoralized the opponent, and took the advantage.

Aland doesn't really care about the outcome of the war, but he will keep his agreement with Maserati and use his knowledge of humanity and his magical powers to clear the way for Drow's victory. This is his only option at the moment.

After that, Alain wondered if Maserati would fulfill her deal, or maybe she would swallow her promise. But what does it matter? Alander, in his years of claustrophobia, has figured out another way, maybe he doesn't have to die, he doesn't have to become a disgusting lich, and he can also give himself a life that is close to immortality.

However, this method has yet to be verified.

He remembered the little boy who had unintentionally released him.

Perhaps in the future, a young, fresh, and powerful body awaits him.

Hopefully the little boy won't keep himself waiting too long.

Before that, he decided to do what Maserati wanted.

They have found an ally, Tanali. Aland is no stranger to these demons.

The Tanali come from the Abyssal Demon Realm, a space where chaos and evil never stop.

They are the most violent, greedy, fickle, and depraved race of infernal creatures. At the same time, it is also the largest in number and in the most variety.

As a necromantic mage, he occasionally interacts with "friends" from these worlds, but he is reluctant to have such "allies" unless necessary, and I believe that the same is true of those drows.

Remembering the surface world in which I once lived, under those illusions of prosperity and peace, there was already a lot of danger.

Humanity has not fought for too long, and they have spent too much energy fighting each other, and they will be more ferocious than ever if they do not watch out for attacks from underground.

The dwarves also indulged in a life of self-sufficiency, retreating back to their Forge Soul City, once again in seclusion.

The arrogance of the elves has caused them to ignore the drow who had been driven underground by them during the Battle of the Crowns, and like the dwarves, they are no longer so welcoming to other clansmen to set foot in the Elven Peninsula.

In the surface world, the alliances on which the races relied to win were already extinct in name.

With the loss of a common enemy, the strife and discord of the various races once again became the main theme of the surface world.

Even Aland, who had just been freed, saw the situation at a glance, and he was convinced that Drow and Tanari would be able to win a great victory without much effort against their stupid, weakened surface compatriots.

He didn't worry about those surface compatriots at all, he only had a little worry now, could his current old, frail body support him until that time?

"Crystal Labyrinth?!" said Alander. Although he had long known that Drow had such a crystal labyrinth, he couldn't help but feel a little excited when he actually saw this large crystal labyrinth for the first time.

The labyrinth is carved from white, green, blue, and purple crystals, and the four colors of crystals form four different labyrinths, from the primary white crystal maze to the highest level of amethyst maze, all of which are used to train young drow.

Those who fail the trials are cursed to become unrecognizable arachnid elves with spider legs on the lower body and swollen upper body, evil creatures lurk on the edge of the Drow civilization, in the dark lairs outside the city, hunting down the drow and other creatures that have strayed there.

Aland was intrigued by the crystal labyrinth.

In this crystal labyrinth, a white crystal located at the entrance has a strange attraction to him, it is a rare magical material. This crystal is very rare, judging from its color, shape, and most importantly, the magical energy flowing in it, this should be one of the three magic crystals left over from ancient times. There are many legends that prove that they have been destroyed.

Drow even has one of these pieces preserved in its entirety!

Noticing the mage's attention to the white crystal, Maserati, the Drow Mistress, said, "You can take it, if you can." ”

Aland looked at Maserati with some suspicion, this is a very precious magic material, and any black-robed mage would want to get such a crystal stone. Maserati said that, is it a temptation?

"Do you know what it's worth?" asked Aland.

Maserati smiled and said calmly, "Of course!"

"That ......" Aland stared into Maserati's eyes and didn't ask again.

Maserati understood what he meant, and still smiled and said: "The most effective weapon belongs to the strongest who deserves it! However, "the Maserati mistress paused, admiring the tension that her pause had inflicted on the other, a quick-flashing, imperceptible tension that she keenly captured, and was pleased with: that no human being has a weakness." Aland is no exception.

After picking up the timing, Maserati spoke again: "Perhaps, you should go over and try it first, and see if your luck will be better than that of the mages of Drow." ”

Alain understood. It's a trial, and his strength needs to be proven again.

Now that he had received Maserati's approval, he was no longer polite, and directly used his magic to slowly float towards the strange white crystal.

The closer he got to the white hedrol, the more Aland felt the immense power within.

Eventually, he managed to get close to the white hedrons.

After a long time, Aland took a deep breath and slowly put his hands up.

A surging force, like a wave of the ocean, swept over the sky and stirred throughout Aland's body.

In the white crystal stone, there were bursts of green ripple-like waves, and the flowing waves of light slowly hit his cheeks from the crystal through Alander's hands.

Alander's face was a pained look, and his face turned gray.

Minutes and seconds passed.

In the distance, the Maserati mistress, despite her mental preparations, was amazed at the hidden magical potential of this human mage. She had seen countless failures of the Drow mages in front of this hedron, and very few of them could even survive more than three seconds before they had been swallowed up by the hedron's tremendous magical power and lost their lifelong magical cultivation.

And the Drow society does not allow people to exist, so the path of the magician who challenges this crystal stone is also a road of death.

The human mage in front of him had already lasted for half an hour, and as time passed, his face was slowly returning to normal.

Maserati guessed that in that invisible and silent battle of magic, the crystal stone finally chose to obey the strong.

Sure enough, after a while, the green light stopped shaking, became stable, and slowly faded away from Aland's face, retracting back into the white crystal.

Aland let out a light breath and plucked the white crystal, and then he glanced meaningfully at the Drow Mistress in the distance before he took the crystal into his arms with a blank face, showing no heeding the surprised and shocked gazes of the other Drow elves around him.

On the ground, the Elven Peninsula, the Green Dragon Forest.

Miyali and Darla walked as they went, and Miyali had felt a huge fluctuation of magical power at the edge of the Green Dragon Forest, thinking that the green dragon was about to awaken again, but fortunately, her conjecture turned out to be a false alarm.

The infamous dragon, after rolling over and taking a nap, fell asleep again.

Afterwards, although Dara had found all the materials and Miyali's body had recovered after taking the herbs, she still cautiously carried Dara through the Green Dragon Forest with great lightness, while carefully avoiding the mirage that the Green Dragon exhaled in his sleep.

Just as they were about to actually walk out of the forest, Miyali suddenly felt a pair of prying eyes, looking at them silently and viciously from afar, like gods, and couldn't help but shudder, and suddenly felt a sense of danger!