For the first time, thick black clouds gathered in the sky above the City of Oracles. In the northern winter, the sky is often covered with lead-colored clouds, but clouds like this, which are so thick and heavy that they almost hang down to the tops of the elven trees, should not appear at this season.

Not only should the clouds not appear, but the lightning and thunder should not be there this season.

The roar of thunder shook the whole valley!

Thick, curved bolts of lightning fell from the clouds and slammed into the City of Oracles. The lightning split into seven colors and staggered towards the beautiful elven city beneath the clouds. Everything in heaven and earth is constantly changing colors under the light of lightning.

The sight was so bewitching and eerie that it was like a huge palette had been overturned, and it was like being in the dream of a psychic maniac.

Most of the lightning was blocked by a fleeting pale green mask. But the thin mask could no longer completely block all the lightning. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning evaded the shield and fell into the City of Oracles! A cloud of flame would rise high in the smoke and the elf's dying cries would resound for miles!

On a hillside ten miles away from the City of Oracles stood a large and magnificent marching tent, around which a military camp was entrenched.

In front of the tent, more than a dozen leader-like figures were looking at the City of Oracle in amazement. Hell seemed to be only one step away from them, even though the magic was unleashed by them.

"Dear Grand Magician Lapaz, your magic is truly amazing! This power, this magnificent sight, and this duration can be compared to the ten great magicians! You are the god of magic who has descended into the world!

An old magician in the team stared at the hell on earth ten miles away, and even though it was a harsh winter, beads of sweat were pouring out of his forehead. His whole body was trembling, and he couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement.

The old magician's surroundings were empty, and everyone, except for the man who was slapping his ass as hard as he could, subconsciously avoided the old magician. The power of magic is inherently terrifying, and the magic of the great magician Lapaz this time is so earth-shattering, it really scares these people.

With such power, it seems that it will not be long before the City of Oracle will be reduced to ruins under the magic unleashed by Lapaz alone!

A knight in ornate armor approached and stopped a few meters from the old magician. His voice also trembled a little: "Dear Master Lapas, we ...... We have all seen the power of your magic. But, we're here to catch the elves, and if they all die under your magic, won't we just go home empty-handed? Can you, uh, stop the magic for a while? The elves have nothing to fight back. Master?Master??"

The knight shouted twice in quick succession, and the Grand Magician Lapas suddenly came back to his senses from shock. "Uh-huh, good...... There are still a lot of elven warriors in the city, and if we stop the magic now, we'll hurt a lot of them. ”

The knight disagreed with the old magician's words, and his eyes were full of heartache when he looked at the city of oracles: "It doesn't matter, we have nearly 20,000 warriors! You have broken through the defenses of the city of oracles, now just let them charge! Capture this city and kill more than 10,000 people at most! But capturing one elf alive is enough to pay the pension of a hundred warriors! The rest will be left to us!"

Lapas said slowly: "Honorable Duke Anas, the magic world is so vast and magical, such a large-scale magic, do you want me to stop? You know, that magic circle is in the central tent......"

Anas immediately fell silent, although the elves are valuable, but their own lives are even more valuable. He was not willing to use his body to experience this terrible 'Thunderbolt Hell Cloud' in any way.

The people on the hillside fell silent.

At the foot of the mountain, 20,000 troops lined up in a neat line, looking in awe at the elven city that was struggling with thunder and lightning for miles away. The City of Oracles was so delicate that it seemed so weak in the face of rough thunder and lightning. But the elven warriors in the walls and towers of the arrows still stood firm at their posts, and even when lightning fell, they were completely unmoved.

Bursts of indescribable pleasure kept stirring through Lapaz's body.

He also didn't know why the 'Thunder and Lightning Hell Cloud', which was supposed to be only a few hundred meters in radius, covered a range of several kilometers, and was more than a hundred times more powerful. Could it be that he was really favored by a god and became the spokesperson of the world, so his magic power soared? Why didn't he feel it before?

With this 'Thunderbolt Hell Cloud', a small place like the Holy Alliance can no longer accommodate the great magician Lapas! He can already get a distinguished seat in the Asrofik Empire and have a good time drinking with the kings of the three empires!

The black clouds in the sky began to slowly turn, gradually forming a huge vortex.

All creatures, whether elves or human warriors, held their breath at this moment, waiting for the judgment of fate......

A huge electric fire fell from the center of the vortex!

It was a terrifying thunderbolt that was several meters thick and pale black, full of despair and evil!

The thunder and fire fell silently on the oracle city, and the pale green light shield collapsed at the touch of a button, completely unable to resist the thunder and fire for half a minute......

Everyone, including Lapas, never dreamed that such a terrifying thunderbolt would come out. Watching the thunder and fire fall in the Oracle City, everyone was waiting for the moment when the earth shook the mountains......

Seeing this almost miraculous power, Lapas's fragile heart could no longer bear the ecstasy in his heart, and finally his eyes went black and he fainted. But no one noticed the old magician who suddenly fell to the ground.

Everyone is waiting.......

But nothing happened.

As soon as the thunder fire fell into the oracle city, it was completely silent, as if it had disappeared out of thin air......

The Temple of the Oracle City was hit by a few lightning bolts, and it was already in ruins. The elven guards in the temple fell to the ground, dead or wounded. The sky was full of thunder and lightning, as if it was impossible to pass through the temple of the gods, and half of the lightning that fell was concentrated near the temple. Even the neighboring temples and the House of Elders were unlucky.

The dark thunder and fire fell right on the Temple of the Divine Messenger. A chill suddenly swept through the hearts of all the elven guards, and this yin wind blew directly on their souls. In the face of this incomparably powerful evil, the soul of the elven warrior is like a small candle in the storm, which may be extinguished at any time.

The thunder fire completely disappeared into the temple of the gods.

Only then did the elven warriors feel their souls return to their bodies, as if they had walked around the underworld.

Several black gases swirled around the Divine Envoy Temple, and countless resentful spirits cried in the wind......

Suddenly, all the elves heard the heartbeat of the Temple of the Divine Messenger, like a huge war drum!

There was a sudden loud bang in the temple of the divine envoy, and the entire roof of the temple was blown into the sky, and then a dark pillar of fire shot straight into the clouds in the sky!

From the dark pillar of flames, a figure slowly walked, a figure that all elves were very familiar with.

There was silence for a moment, and the elves exclaimed one after another.

"It's the Divine Messenger!"

"Oh my God! God has resurrected your lordship! Go and inform the Elders' House and the Temple!"

"Hiloh is above, our God has not forsaken us!"

Rog was in a very happy mood, and he stood on the temple of the oracle, which had been reduced to rubble, and looked up to the sky and laughed. The loud laughter didn't seem to come from the population, like a number of dragons roaring together!

The fat man pointed to the sky and scolded bitterly: "Heinrich!!, you old bastard, you have been chasing Lao Tzu for so long, and you have not fallen into Lao Tzu's trap! Slowly find your way back in countless spaces! Ahahahaha! You are also one of the Seven Kings, and your brain is still so bad! No wonder Ghost Knight is always on the stage! Ahahahaha!!"

Next, the fat man was drenched happily and scolded again, and after scolding, he looked around proudly.

Hundreds of elves stood around him, dumbfounded.

Rogge stood with his hands in his hands and said proudly, "I, Rogge, the messenger of Shiloh, have returned after a long battle with the evil god!" The fat man had mastered this arrogant and wordy elven grammar, and was more and more fond of saying so. If only before, when he was cool, he would only say, "I'm Rogge back!"

Against the backdrop of the seven-colored lightning, the elves couldn't accept the fact that Rog had come back from the dead, and they still stood there.

Finally, someone reacted.

A cough came from behind Rog, and Frey's deep voice rang out, "I said, brother...... You're finally back... But how about getting dressed first?"

Rogge was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw that there was not an inch on his body, and his majestic lower body was still standing tall and straight, and he still maintained the state of the moment before he died......

He swept his eyes around and saw that all the elves were staring at his lower body, completely stunned.

Rogge laughed suddenly, and a faint black fog that was almost invisible instantly enveloped the audience, and the fog couldn't help but make a zizi sound, and in a blink of an eye, the black mist gathered back on Rogge's body, getting thicker and thicker, and finally condensed into a gorgeous black robe.

As soon as the black mist dispersed, the elves immediately screamed one after another, it turned out that in the blink of an eye just now, the black mist had already eroded their clothes to tatters, and several female elves were even more exposed all over their bodies, leaving only a few fluttering strips of cloth, which were completely useless.

A kind elf untied his cloak and wrapped it around these female elves, which solved the embarrassment.

Now Rogge is gorgeous, and the elves around him, including the elders, are all ragged, like beggars.

The fat man laughed and said, "This is the fate of your disrespect for the oracle!

Suddenly, the fat man froze again. He suddenly felt a wave of disgust, brutality, and fear welling up in the depths of his soul. The feeling was so strong that it almost overwhelmed him. Now Rogge already knew that this was the instinctive reaction of a powerful enemy on his side.

Rog searched the City of Oracles, and finally found a holy and powerful creature hovering in the sky. Rogge could clearly feel its holy power like a raging wave! It circled a few times along the place where the Ninth Horseman, Heinrich, had disappeared, and then reluctantly gave up.

Rog immediately gathered all his breath and only sensed the terrifying creatures above the clouds with his mental power.

It circled again, surveyed the battlefield below, and swooped down with swiftness!

Except for Rogge, only Elder Xius was present who suddenly felt something, and a nervous expression appeared on his face.

A ray of almost pure white flame fell from the sky and landed on the position of the human army, and several soldiers who were contaminated with this flame could not even make a scream, and in the blink of an eye, they were burned into a small cloud of ashes!

Immediately afterwards, a graceful, huge body emerged from the clouds. Its whole body is tens of meters long, with a slender neck and outstretched wings with indescribable elegance and pride. Its shiny silver skin glows incredibly soft.

It's a silver dragon!

Rogge looked at the silver dragon, which represented the purest and most powerful divine power, with a complicated expression, and his heart was full of fear. The Holy Silver Dragon is the natural enemy of all evil creatures, and their terrifying power has always been the most hated and feared object of the necromantic world.

The elves have always been friendly with the silver dragons, but the degree of friendship is not enough for the extremely arrogant silver dragons to regard the elves as friends. At most, when the elves are in crisis, such as in front of them, and they are in a good mood, they can just help them with two.

Rog blessed himself with an acceleration operation, took a big stride, and ran towards the city wall. The elven elders hurriedly followed, and they were shocked to find that the elves, who were known for their agility, could not catch up with the reborn Rogge, and watched his fat figure disappear, and then floated up to the city wall.

The elven elders' hearts trembled, the resurrection of the divine envoy had completely surpassed their understanding, and the pomp and circumstance of this resurrection was so grand, like the resurrection of the abyss demon!

And the oracle is able to fight against the evil beings of other planes! This is simply the ability of a demigod! The elders' hearts stirred, it seems that Shiloh has finally returned to caring for their abandoned people after abandoning the elves for a thousand years! With such a powerful oracle to guide, it is not impossible for the elves to survive, even to regain the glory of a thousand years ago.

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the Elven Temple, but no one in the city of flames and voices of the oracles would pay attention to the insignificant sound.

In front of the highest window of the temple, Zhao Ye was standing in front of the window, trembling incessantly.

In her clear eyes, full of fear and despair, Rogge's back was reflected. But this back is shrouded in a black mist, and in that mist, there are forests of white bones and pools of blood!

Rogge stood at the head of the city, completely unaware that Zhao Ye was looking at him from afar. The most critical gate of the city was guarded by the 'Dark Side of the Moon', and Rumsfeld stood at the head of the city, fully draped and half of his face covered in blood. When he saw Rogge go up to the city, he was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted, saluted Rogge, and observed the movements of the human army. Rog knew the urgency of the war, and now was not the time to ask why the Dark Side of the Moon had all been reinvented.

His attention had been drawn to the hellish sight. This time, however, it was the Terran army that had fallen into hell.

Accompanied by the graceful figure of the silver dragon gliding in the air, a large area of pure white flames fell from the sky, like a shower of fire! The temperature of this flame was extremely high, far from being comparable to the black flame of the Demon Realm that Rogge could indulge. The slightest touch of a Terran soldier would be instantly reduced to ashes.

The special flame of the silver dragon has a surprisingly sticky surname, and the burning time is particularly long, wherever it touches, it will become a hell of flames!

The neat camp of the Terran army immediately became extremely chaotic. The silver dragon flew high in the sky, spitting dragon breath freely. It didn't look at the long arrows fired by human archers, how could these weak arrows have their hard scales?

After the holy silver dragon sprayed a few more rains of fire and burned hundreds of human soldiers, it finally felt a little tired. In its proud heart, it has done the elves enough favors. So it let out a long roar and flapped its wings and flew eastward.

The long roar of the silver dragon immediately shocked Rogge's eyes, and the dark power and death power in his whole body suddenly surged wildly, almost unable to suppress it. The fat man's throat was sweet, and a little purple blood oozed out.

Long after the silver dragon's figure disappeared, large swaths of white flames were still burning on the ground, forming large and large clearings in the human army camp.

Rogge let out a long roar, hooves thundered in the distance, and his 'dragon horse' heard his master's call, broke free of the reins and galloped towards him.

"Gather all the adult elves who can go into battle, bring weapons and concentrate at this city gate! Rumsfeld, within five minutes, I will see all the 'dark side of the moon' waiting for me at the city gate! After I take the dark side of the moon into the enemy line, you will lead the rest of the elven warriors to attack! Let all the moving elves, including the older children, form a third wave of offensive and give them whatever they want to use as weapons!"

Rumsfeld was stunned for a moment before he said, "Lord Divine Envoy, there are only more than 400 people on the 'Dark Side of the Moon' now, and you only take them to attack, is it a little less?"

Rogge glanced at Rumsfeld coldly, and just one glance made the most elite warrior of the elven race cold from head to foot. Rumsfeld only felt a chill, and his heart was empty, as if an extremely powerful demon was ravaging his soul! He resisted with all his might, trying to get rid of Rogge's gaze, but he couldn't move at all.

Rogge's eyes lit up with a silver glow, and the light was like a bottomless deep pool, completely engulfing Rumsfeld.

"Hmph!" a loud thud woke the elf awoke, and he immediately felt extremely tired, as if he had just experienced the hardest battle.

The strength of the spirit of the guardian of the Elven Templar made Rogge have to admire, and now that the big war is ahead, he doesn't want to spend too much mental power on Rumsfeld. What's more, most of his spirit is so strong due to Rogge's 'cultivation'.

"Rumsfeld! I'll settle accounts with you when this battle is over!" Now go about your business!" Rogge shouted sharply.

Rumsfeld saluted and silently accepted the fact that Rogge had regained command.

Outside the Oracle City, although the flames of the silver dragon were gradually extinguished, the chaos of the Terran army had not yet been calmed down. More than half of this coalition are adventurers from all over the world. They have always revered individual heroism, and the surname of discipline is almost equal to zero. The orders of the Supreme Commander, Anas, were limited in their authority.

The gate of the Oracle City suddenly opened, and a black cloud erupted from the city gate, and the air was suddenly filled with the cries of resentful spirits!

"Master Lapaz, what's going on?, how can there be so many necromancers in the elven city?" asked Anas anxiously.

The old magician had just been found unconscious, and he had just woken up, and his mind was still confused. He glanced at it hastily and said with a solemn expression: "It seems that the power of the 'Thunder and Lightning Hell Cloud' is too great, and it has turned the elven city into a dead city. These must be the resentful spirits of unwilling elves. But don't worry, necromancy has limited power, especially this newborn necromancy. We've got it!"

Anas was a little calmer, but the army below was even more chaotic. The soldiers clearly saw that in the black clouds was a terrifying world!

The black ground was covered with pools of blood, large and small, and the blood in the pools of blood kept tumbling and spitting out countless bubbles. The skeleton with no end in sight was coming out of the black cloud with stiff steps. The glint in their eyes is full of coldness and greed!

In the world of black clouds, the sky is also a burning red.

An incomparably tall gate suddenly appeared from the sky! The gate slowly opened, and a head poked out of it, an incomparably huge demon head! The demon smiled at the Terran soldiers below, desperately trying to squeeze its huge body out of the door, and a huge claw with a foot of 100 meters stretched forward as much as possible, looking like it wanted to grab a few people!

"Oh my God! that's the gates of hell!" cried out a well-informed adventurer, who threw down his weapon and his companions, turned around and ran backwards.

With the first, there is the second, the third...... This kind of demon on an alien plane, just looking at its size, is by no means enough to fight against the more than 10,000 people in front of him.

The Terran army was in complete disarray, and everyone was scrambling for their lives.

The corners of Lapaz's mouth twitched, and he finally understood why the Thunderbolt Hell Cloud was so powerful. That's not the magic he cast at all, the magic he cast is actually over a long time ago, and the thunderclouds over the Oracle City are gathering because this demon king wants to open the passage between the planes and come to the world!!

At this moment, Lapaz suddenly remembered the silver dragon that had just caused heavy casualties to the Terran army. The holy silver dragon has always been the natural enemy of evil creatures, and if it is still there, it will inevitably have a fight to the death with the demon who is struggling out of the gap in space! Lapath's magic power is not high, it is not low, and he can mix up a respectable position in the Holy Alliance, but to fight this kind of demon from another plane, he will only think that he is not fast enough.

Hundreds of sharp arrows suddenly flew out of the crowd of skeletons that filled the sky. This number of arrows was nothing compared to the Terran army, but it was extremely accurate, and the soldier who was hit by the arrow would immediately fall to the ground with a black face.

Obviously, there is also poison on the arrows.

The black mist progressed slowly, and a rain of arrows poured out of the black mist, and with each round, nearly a hundred Terran soldiers fell. The adventurers had already begun to retreat in large numbers, but Anas's men were apparently trained to retreat and remained at the line.

It was clearly a regular army, and at the forefront of the position were thousands of hoplites, heavily armoured and shielded, who could not be outnumbered by several rounds of arrows. But Anas didn't have the guts to attack the undead legions in the black mist. The regular legion under his command consisted of less than 4,000 men, and the other 10,000 or so were mostly private soldiers of the nobility, mercenaries, bandits, slave traders, and adventurers gathered for profit.

The army of 4,000 men was like a boulder in the rapids, staggered by the fleeing adventurers. Anas was so angry that he scolded, now he didn't dare to retreat at will, in case the retreat turned into a rout, it was difficult to say how many people could escape from this mountainous area.

But Anas would never use his elite men to cover the adventurers' escape. He quickly gave several orders, and the melodious sound of the horn transmitted his orders to the front-line commander.

The phalanx of 4,000 men moved at once, and it slowly spun around and slowly retreated to the flanks and rear, very skillfully giving way to the undead legion of the rout of the pursuers. For now, Anas only hopes that the leader of the undead legion will be smart enough to hunt down the adventurers who are obviously much easier to clean up.

In the midst of the black mist, the 'Dark Side of the Moon' was galloping back and forth, pouring sharp arrows on the heads of adventurers, shooting them Devil Cry Wolf.

Rogge's body was surrounded by black mist, and streams of turquoise flames couldn't help but erupt from him, rising high, and then turning into large clouds of black mist.

Maintaining such a large-scale illusion is extremely difficult even for Rogge. Fortunately, Heinrich went around in circles in this world, leaving behind a lot of death, and Rogge now casts necromancy to get twice the result with half the effort.

Behind the dark side of the moon, Rumsfeld had already led thousands of elven warriors to arrive. All the elves were visibly terrified and uneasy in the face of such an evil, terrifying, and powerful illusion, even if it was cast by their divine envoys.

But the tight lineup of the Anas forces made Rog wary. The commander of this army was clearly a veteran of the battle formation. Now that the scale of the illusion has reached the limit that Rogge can bear, the time has dragged on for a long time, if he sees the flaw and wields his army to kill, it will not be easy to clean up. Even now, this army was slowly retreating from the rear of the heavy infantry hall, covering the archers, and the rain of arrows flying from the sky also caused the 'Dark Side of the Moon' to fall a dozen elves.

"Rumsfeld! Shoot a few of the rear infantry!" Rogge ordered.

Rumsfeld took off the delicate magic longbow behind his back in response, his sharp eyes looked at the armor of the heavy infantry in the distance, and then five sharp arrows shot out like lightning!

The long arrow glowing with green light crossed a hundred meters in a blink of an eye, piercing the heavy helmets of five hoplites! Anas's troops were in confusion for a moment, but soon returned to normal under the commander's reprimand. After shooting five arrows, Rumsfeld's face turned pale and he had to pause.

Rogge waved his hand and stopped Rumsfeld. He was furious in his heart, it was not only the adventurers who came to attack the Oracle City this time, but the army in front of him was clearly the elite of the regular army! This scene in front of him was exactly what he feared the most. That's why Rogge would rather consume the few magic powers of the Elven Ancient Tree than unleash an illusion that is enough to cover the entire valley. How much effort did he spend in order to avoid a head-on confrontation with the armies of human nations!

Now, all his efforts have been in vain......

But why is there such a thing as soldiers coming to the city!? Rogge understands that something must have happened, and there must have been a major change on the side of the Duchy of Are, otherwise, even the regular elite army would not have appeared under the city of the oracle.

Minute by minute. The flames of the silver dragon have been extinguished, and the demon king in the sky has never been able to break out of the gates of hell. The chaos of the human alliance slowly stabilized, and although the rain of arrows in the black fog was much denser, causing heavy casualties to adventurers and noble miscellaneous soldiers, Anas's troops had stopped retreating, and the rain of arrows had become orderly, and began to cover the ground in the black fog piece by piece.

The rain of arrows continued to kill and injure the elven troops gathered densely in the black mist.

Rogge gritted his teeth, stared at Rumsfeld fiercely, reached out and grabbed the spear in the hand of an elf, raised it high, and then took the lead in rushing towards Anas's troops! The four hundred elven warriors of the "Dark Side of the Moon" followed closely, and Rumsfeld led the rest of the elven warriors to rush forward after him!

Rog remembered a necromancy he had seen in Elgra's memory, and he chanted the incantation at a rapid pace, gathering Heinrich's remnants of death with great mental power.

The gates of hell in the sky vanished, and the skeletons and pools of blood disappeared without a trace, but the black fog grew thicker and suddenly accelerated towards the Anas forces.

Anas on the hillside was startled, but when he saw that the gates of hell in the sky had disappeared, he calmed down a little, so he waved his sword and motioned for the troops to resist!

The black mist moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped nearly a hundred heavy infantry.

The soldiers in the fog saw a black-robed mage rushing away, his eyes were blazing with blue fire, and countless resentful spirits that were almost visible to the naked eye were constantly rushing out of his body! Before the soldiers could react, a pillar of turquoise fire suddenly rose from around the black-robed mage!

Then, everyone suddenly felt an incomparably painful pain all over their bodies, as if countless beasts were biting at them!

"Flesh and blood extracted!" Rogge coldly pronounced the death sentence of the hundred infantrymen.

Even the 'dark side of the moon', which is accustomed to blood, can't stand the weird, terrifying, and bloody scenes in front of them.

Hundreds of soldiers let out an incomparably terrible scream, and fell to the ground in desperate struggle, and a cloud of blood mist mixed with countless pieces of flesh and internal organs suddenly erupted from their heavy armor, as if endless! In the blink of an eye, the black mist became an incomparably bloody hell!

One of the fallen soldiers suddenly moved, and slowly got up, and under the helmet, there was a skeleton still stained with blood and broken flesh! In the blink of an eye, a hundred soldiers staggered to their feet.

The spear in Rogge's hand pointed forward, and a hundred hideous skeleton soldiers turned around in unison, viciously rushing out of the black mist and rushing towards their comrades just now!

The terrifying magic of extracting flesh and blood and turning the living into undead warriors has always been one of the favorite spells of the Great Necromancer, and one of the sources of fear for the Necromancer.

Anas watched as a hundred elite warriors were swallowed up by the black mist, and then an extremely miserable scream was immediately heard from the black mist. A chill immediately welled up in his heart. Since he began to attack the City of Oracles, too many strange things have happened, far beyond his knowledge. In the face of unknown horrors, he would rather hide first, after all, he is also the master of one side, with an elite army in his hands, and even the Grand Duke of the Principality has to consult him for advice.

Anas wasn't willing to put his life on the line to fight demons, he wasn't that great.

But before he could give the order to retreat, he saw a hundred skeleton warriors in armor rushing out of the fog! Judging from the style of the armor, it turned out to be the warriors who had just been swallowed by the black mist! And the black mist was like life, and it enveloped hundreds of heavy infantry, and it was a ghost crying god, a bloody storm!

Anas finally broke down, grabbed the herald beside him, and cried out: "Blow the trumpet!

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