readx;? Verse 105 that comes from the supreme wilderness

If you were to rank the creatures that were the least likely to provoke in Faeron, the Spirits of Salon would definitely come out on top. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoThis powerful and mysterious ancient race has a terrifying power that the gods fear. However, to understand the power of the Saron Spirits, it is more intuitive to start with their sworn enemy, Felin Demon Aoi.

The Ferin Demon Sunflower is an ancient and terrifying species like the Saron Spirits, and scholars speculate that these two species are likely to be the original energy generated from the magic web, representing the essence of the magic web. The Spirits of Saron are committed to perpetuating the legacy of civilization, stopping the misuse of magic, and fighting the corrupting webs. And all the Ferin Demon Aoi are also powerful warlocks, they rely on magical energy to live, their natural abilities are [Magic Absorption] and [Life Absorption], [Magic Absorption] is the natural enemy of all spellcasters, and [Life Absorption] will turn the fertile wilderness into a desert.

The direct cause of the destruction of the ancient Ne-Riel Empire, which was once the most prosperous era of mankind, was the invasion of the Ferin Demon Flower, which not only destroyed the magic empire that was so large and powerful that it could almost shake the gods, but also indirectly led to the fall of the first generation of magic goddesses.

For thousands of years, the Felin Demon Blossom has wreaked havoc on the continent of Feren, and now the largest desert on the continent, the Enoch Desert, was formed because of this, and in these thousand years, even the gods have no way to deal with them, and the only one who can fight them is the Saron spirits.

Although the Saron Spirits are not a large race, their society is a hodgepodge of political debates and conflicting opinions, and power struggles over ideological disputes are visible at all times. Therefore, in the war against the Ferin Demon Kui, they always fell short when they were about to win for one reason or another, and the war lasted for thousands of years.

Eventually, in the year of the Closed Scroll, the Saron Spirits came to a consensus on their fight against the Ferin Devil, who eventually defeated the Ferin Devil and imprisoned them in the Burial Realm beneath the Enoch Desert (known as the Ferin Realm by the Ferin Devil), where they created a magical barrier that anyone but Ferin Devil could freely enter and exit.

The Saron Spirits and the Ferin Demon Aoi are engaged in a great battle that has changed the landscape of Ferron. The incomparable magic of Salon and Felin has greatly transformed the shape of its battlefields, turning mountains into mounds and forests into wilderness.

The Saron Spirits are skilled and large and grotesque warlocks, and it is unknown what the oldest Saron Spirits look like. Today's Saron Spirits are transformed from many different races, including elves, dwarves, humans, and centaurs, who voluntarily undergo magical transformations when their civilization is devastated, transforming themselves into Saron Spirits in order to better protect their civilization's knowledge.

Despite their focus on their own spiritual planes, they often become embroiled in disputes between other races—and even races of other planes—and there are generally no rules for how they will react in such a situation.

The first Saron Spirit Transformers were the surviving inhabitants of the ancient realm of Dark Elves and Forest Elves known as Mayerita. It is said that the three Magallon Masters—Tekaron, Hamara, and Aronor—who later became known as the Triple Watchers, invented a way to transform into Saron Spirits, and transformed themselves and some of Nyalita's volunteers into Saron Spirits in order to protect their civilization in the hope that they would one day be reborn again. In the eras that followed, many other survivors of the destruction of civilization also transformed themselves into Saron Spirits, gradually expanding the population.

All of the Saron spirits share the same group of thoughts, and they are a single being of many souls who can sense and think of other Saron spirits. It's rare to see a fragment of a Saron Spirit's mind evolve into a self-contained entity. Saren spirits can merge and coalesce together to form the Saron essentia, forming a pond of black liquid. Saren spirits can splice out of these ponds, and when they complete their tasks, they will merge back into the ponds.

In the upper mountains of the Dark Regions, there are black-ponds filled with Saron essentia, especially in the Northlands Darklands, the High Wastelands, where the Sarren spirits have built their home underneath.

Today, many of the mighty elders of the gods, Sauron, are no longer in their original realms, but have gone to other worlds to find the meaning and place of Saron (a race that has been in a mixed m-vast spiral of fate).

What many scholars who study the Saron Spirits cannot understand is that although the Saron Spirits are fiercely infighting, they cherish each individual's existence very much. If someone tries to harm their kind, the other Sarren spirits will not hesitate to come forward, even if they had fought each other for some reason a few seconds ago.

So when Assuna began to beat poor Lucilia, Selise, who knew the characteristics of the spirit of Saren, could no longer sit still, knowing that the place they were now in was not far from Sicambu, and on the other side of Xicambe was the Supreme Wasteland, which meant that they were only separated from the base camp of the spirit of Salon by the river Delimbier. Beating up a "young" Salon spirit at the home of the Saron spirits is a pure slap in the face.

Cyris frowned and dissuaded, "Lady of the Frost, you'd better stop your reckless mistreatment of Lucilia, or you'll bring terrible disaster to all of us." ”

After hearing Selisi's warning, Yasuna not only did not restrain herself, but slapped Lucilia in the face several times more fiercely, almost bursting one of her eyes. Yasuna was about to take the opportunity to sarcastically say a few more words to Celis, and she was a little unhappy to see this beautiful female killer, but a thunderous shout suddenly entered.

"Stop——!!!!" This roar is low and far away, from far to near, although it does not sound very loud, but after entering the ears, it is like a mountain and river erupting, fierce and shocking. However, although the sound was fierce, it did not cause any harm to everyone, and Yasuna jumped up from the mud when she heard the roar, and she left Lucilia and ran back to William.

William jumped out of the carriage and stepped on Lucilia, who was struggling to get up from the mud, and looked in the direction from which the voice came, his eyes shining like the brightest stars in a cold night.

As far as the eye could see, a huge teardrop-shaped figure surrounded by purple-magical aura was rapidly flying towards the carriage, dragging a purple-light ribbon like a tail flame behind it. a！~！