The northern land is vigorous and rugged, and even Richelieu, which is known for its history and art, is still dominated by tall and majestic architecture. However, the City of Oracles, unknown to the world, has a delicacy and beauty that is by no means commensurate with the entire North.

In the middle of summer, the Elven Ancient Tree no longer needs to expend energy to regulate the temperature of the Oracle City, so the Elves use the excess energy to add a large number of war facilities. After all, the current tranquility of the Oracle City is only a façade, and who knows how many undercurrents there will be under the calm sea?

In the faint morning light, the city of oracles is like a beautiful woman standing on the blue flat lake and the green grass.

But this morning, the invisible wind blew not the admirer of this beauty, but the god of death who was ready to spread death.

Nicholas, with a solemn and strange countenance, had already arrived at the edge of the Oracle City, and under his feet it was like an additional staircase made of the wind, gradually rising higher and higher, and in this way, he walked step by step to the head of the Oracle City out of thin air.

His figure vibrated strangely slightly, just avoiding the gaze of all the elves. In fact, most of the roving elves subconsciously avoided the trajectory of his advance.

Crossing the city, Nicholas did not stop. He walked higher and higher, and walked towards the center of the City of Oracles as if no one was around.

After this period of spying, Nicholas has become convinced that the elves in the city must have something to do with Chrisferena's death. Now that the mysterious Theseus is no longer in the Elven City, this good time will not come again once it is lost. Therefore, he was no longer ready to explore the real role of the elves in this matter, and only wanted to slaughter the city.

As long as it has anything to do with Krisferena's death, he will destroy them one by one.

As Nicholas slowly walked through the air to the center of the Oracle City, he suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

In the square under the three ancient elven trees, a huge silver dragon was lying quietly there. She crouched freely, and the dragon's head stretched out in the direction of the small lake, as if she was looking at the blue water of the lake in a daze, and as if she was enjoying the cool summer breeze.

Chrissy ...... Ferena......" Nicholas moaned involuntarily, his body already shaky.

Nicholas had almost exhausted all his life's strength to stop himself from rushing over. He looked intently and saw that more than a dozen elves were busy around the huge body of the silver dragon, seemingly cleaning her body and scales. These elves are meticulous and conscientious, cleaning the scales one by one, without the slightest hint of urgency.

Nicholas stood silently in the air, letting time pass, rise and fall.

Chrisferena remained still, unmoving, as if in a deep sleep. In fact, she couldn't move. She's just a statue, a huge, lifelike statue that has taken the attention of an elven artist.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun also dimmed that the earnest elves finished cleaning up and went back happily.

Around the statue of the silver dragon, there are always some young elves gathering, who look at the beautiful and huge silver dragon in fascination, and listen to the stories and legends of the silver dragon told by the older elves over and over again.

As night fell, the beautiful city of oracles fell silent.

Nicholas slowly floated down in front of Chrisferena.

The statue of the silver dragon is a masterpiece of artwork. Her gaze seemed to move slowly with Nicholas, and it seemed to be mournful, like to pour, like joy. Nicholas was in a daze, almost thinking that Chrisfelena was coming back to life in front of him.

How long can he survive against many powerful enemies? Nicholas did not know the answer.

However, if the City of Oracles can survive in the river of history, then Chrisferena will be immortalized in the hearts of many elves.

He closed his eyes and reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to touch the statue of Chrisferena, but eventually ......

But in the end, Nicholas failed to muster up the courage. He would rather believe, rather believe that Chrissfelena is sleeping in the City of Oracles.

Although there is no end to this slumber.

A silver light shot up into the sky, accompanied by Nicholas's earth-shattering roar!

All the elven trees trembled in the roar, and the calm lake set off huge waves!

At this moment, all the sleeping elves were awakened, and they were in a daze, looking around the window blankly.

A few drops of water quietly fell from the sky, and the water droplets gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The elves suddenly had a glimmer of illusion, and they saw that in the shadow of the seven-colored light, Chrisferena seemed to be alive. She seemed to look up at the direction where the silver light was gone, reluctant to give up.

Two figures appeared at a window.

"He's finally gone...... "The voice of the Grim Reaper class was much older than before, and he suddenly felt like a teenager since Elsyllott stepped into the azure waters.

"Yes......" Theseus looked at the place where the silver light had disappeared, and there was no smug expression on his face.

"And what about this statue, it takes a lot of magic to maintain it, right?"

Xius was silent for a moment before he said slowly, "It's good to keep it like this." If it's all over and he survives, he'll have a place to stay. ”

Flame.

Flames raging everywhere!

This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire of bliss that contains great magical power, enough to bind all souls!

In the flames, countless souls were weeping, screaming, and struggling. They fled back and forth in despair in the flames, but they could not escape the flames no matter what.

As the flames gradually extinguished, these desperate souls were gradually dragged to the ground by the flames. Their pain is not diminished as the flame is extinguished.

In the midst of the raging flames, there was a stunning girl. Her gorgeous dress was torn in multiple places, revealing scratches and patches of bruising on her skin. Although she is still young, she is completely a peerless beauty.

Watching the soul in the flames struggle, the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious and more and more charming. At last, she laughed wildly, her green eyes reflected the flames and countless suffering souls!

And then there was a whirlwind......

Floya woke up, her head still hurting terribly. Finally, she saw that it was Rogge in front of her, and he was still shaking himself.

"Dead fatty, you've finally come out! It's been a day and a night. ”

Rogge nodded, "It's okay, everything went well." The Frost Dagger was also found. ”

"Where?

Rogge smiled, "You can't see it yet." It was in Amoro's body, which was the most important part of the seal. You can't take it out now, and as soon as you take it out, Amoro will regain the ability to move. ”

Floya stood up and saw groups of soldiers digging through the passage under the command of the elven engineers.

"What are they doing?" the goblin was still a little confused.

"Amoro is quite large, and if he wants to move out, he must widen this passage a little. ”

"Dead fatty, you're not going to ambush it alone, are you?" you say, how much else are you hiding that you haven't told me?" the goblin twisted the flesh from Rog's waist fiercely.

"Ambush?" Rogge laughed, "I didn't ambush it." We just negotiated the terms. ”

More than a thousand surviving soldiers were half digging passages, half clearing exits. Half a day has passed, the passage has not been dug up, and the exit has been cleared first.

Rogge frowned and walked among the corpses strewn across the barracks.

Although the bodies had begun to decompose, the horrific marks of bites and scratches could still be seen on their bodies. The stench of corpses in the wind made Butterfly feel sick, but she still insisted on following Rogge.

"Where are the enemies......" As soon as she spoke, the stench of corpses in her face interrupted her words completely.

Rog bent down, ignoring the stench of dirt, and tore through the clothes of a corpse, looking through the rotting wounds. It took him a long time to stand up, and naturally and inevitably emitted a heavy stench of corpses from his body.

Rogge sighed, and said as he walked towards the outside of the barracks: "It is not ordinary beasts that hurt people, only druids can summon and control so many mutated beasts. It seems that it must be the druids who are preparing to ambush us outside the stone palace. As for him......"

Rogge frowned and said slowly, "He's dead." This time it wasn't ordinary druids, there was at least one elder among them. ”

Feng Die's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So...... What about the druids?"

"Maybe they're dead, maybe they're gone. Rogge's mind suddenly flashed Fengyue's right hand wrapped around light smoke, and said, "It should all be dead." ”

Wind Butterfly was silent, just following behind Rogge.

In a place like a military camp full of rotting corpses, the little goblins are resolutely not entered. She looked at Rogge, who was coming towards her, and immediately covered her nose and shouted, "Stay away from me!

Rogge smiled faintly, and walked towards Floya, black flames kept coming out of his body, and finally the demon flames burned his clothes clean, and the nasty corpse smell naturally disappeared.

The little goblin's face was slightly red, and he threw a robe to Rogge, who had only one silver dragon armor left.

Rogge's gaze slowly swept over the dilapidated stone palace and the surrounding gloomy forest, and his face became more and more gloomy. He wasn't sure if there were druids hiding in the forest. It's just that since Fengyue said that she would deal with the people outside, then there should be no more enemies in the surrounding area.

The druid's blows were very ruthless and effective, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Fengyue, who had not heard from him for a long time, then this stone palace would be the tomb of more than 3,000 people. Even if Rog himself could escape, the others would not be spared, and the Frost Dagger would fall into the hands of the druids.

"My lord, the captives are asking to leave, you see?" the officer's request pulled Rog's thoughts back.

Rog looked over and saw that the dozen or so druid warriors who had survived the catastrophe were gathering together, also looking at this side.

"You can't just let them go!" Wind Butterfly's cold voice made Rogge startled.

He looked back and saw Windbutterfly's eyes staring at the druid warrior with hatred, her hands gripping the saw tightly and trembling.

Rogge grabbed the wind butterfly who was about to rush out, and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill these druids!" said Wind Butterfly, gritting her teeth.

Rogge shouted: "They are just the lowest-ranking warriors, no matter how much you kill, it's useless!"

"But...... These druids killed him!" Wind Butterfly suddenly cried bitterly, crying hoarsely: "I have paid so much, I have given up my dignity, pride, purity, and hope, all to keep him alive......! Why is that!!"

Rog turned to the druids who were waiting for their fate to be decided, and shouted, "I promised to let you go free, and I will fulfill my promise! Go back and tell the druids in Cloudnight that I don't want to be their enemies, don't force me again! If they insist on going their own way, don't let you die again." Next time, I'm not so polite!

Wind Butterfly stopped crying, she stared at the back of the druid warrior, and said coldly to Rogge, "Are you really ready to reconcile with these druids? If so, then can you please break our contract and go to the city of clouds by myself!"

Rogge smiled faintly and said, "Reconciliation...... Is that possible? I just want the druids to discuss it and stall for a while, we're too passive at the moment. What's the point of killing these little soldiers, you have to slaughter a few of his elders to let the druid know the pain! Wind Butterfly, follow me wholeheartedly, one day, I will take you to the city of Yunxiao. ”

Wind Butterfly bit her lower lip lightly and nodded slowly.

It took another whole day for the passage in the stone palace to open high and wide enough, and Amoro's body was finally able to move out of the stone palace. But the dense forests around it are an even bigger obstacle. While directing his soldiers to quickly clear the way through the forest, Rogge sent people to rush to the Grand Duke of Doriac, asking him to increase his troops and monitor all the druids in the province.

Rog sent another team of elves to inform the Eye of Wisdom to send the Eye of Amoro to Dresden as soon as possible, where he would meet the people of the Eye of Wisdom.

He looked at Amoro's huge body and sneered imperceptibly.

Sea of Consciousness.

This time the battle was extraordinarily long, and Fengyue's tenacity made even Wella feel difficult to resist.

The origin of the gods had entered a very dangerous state, and the two of them had to stop. Unlike the calm expressions they had after the previous battles, this time they all looked very embarrassed, and the blonde and black hair in their eyes that were dull and vertical as a mirror were also messy. The two looked at each other for a while, and began to tidy up their appearance.

Feng Yuedai frowned slightly, staring at the busy Wella, she instinctively sensed that Wella was planning something. However, although Fengyue has control of the Origin of the Gods, her understanding of the Origin of the Gods is too little and too little, so she has no way of knowing Weina's thoughts, nor can she probe Weina's power and skills. It was only in the battle with Wella that Fengyue was able to observe and comprehend Wella's unfathomable fighting skills.

As soon as their battle stopped, the power of the Divine Origin began to recover bit by bit. Another invisible battle began. Every time the Divine Origin regains a little energy, Fengyue and Wella will compete at the same time. Fortunately, in terms of competing for the origin energy of the gods, Fengyue does not fall behind, and even has a slight upper hand because of the reason for having control. Even so, in the face of Wella's endless and ever-changing combat skills, Fengyue could only barely support it.

Fengyue was engrossed in competing for the energy of the origin of the gods, but Weina was constantly busy.

In the sea of consciousness, a great war has just subsided.

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