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As one of the six main planes, although the area of the Order Plane is not as large as that of the Chaos Plane, it is also extremely large, far exceeding the small Tyranid Continent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoDue to the strength of Cloud City, there are no remaining forces within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles to gain a foothold, the mountains in the territory are high and dense, and the dense primeval forests are boundless, and there is no end in sight.

After witnessing the bloodshed and madness of the Warcraft God Department in Cloudsdale, the onlookers had already left, and even without the patrol of the Angel Clan, no one dared to easily approach the battleground of Shura. However, in the evening of that day, a large black shadow suddenly appeared on the horizon, pressing fast against the treetops, pressing towards the direction where Cloud Agitation was located like a dark cloud.

"Master Quentin, cross the Masaranka Rift in front of you, and fly a few hours to Cloudsdale, do you want to rest in the Great Rift Valley in front of you for a while?" A samurai in heavy armor reported loudly to the Commander, the armor was embroidered with a blood-red moon ring, most people don't know what it represented, but the experienced plane wanderer knew what a terrifying existence the blood-red moon ring represented, and when he saw it, he took a detour from afar!

Chrono Loop!

Not every arbiter is qualified to embroider the Wheel of Time and Space on their armor, and experienced wanderers know that this is a descendant of the master of the Endless Sea!

"Expand the alert, spy on the surrounding situation, speed up, and rest in the Great Rift Valley ahead!" the arbiter commander named Quentin ordered with a wave of his hand.

This time, in order to uproot the Warcraft God system, the Great Commander of the Demon Lord not only issued a bloody order in the name of the master, but also sent the elite to guard the Meteor Castle. The Giant Spirit God, one of the eight guardian generals, led a large army to personally dispatch, gathered the coalition forces of the major god systems, and came overwhelmingly behind.

As the vanguard of the army, Quentin is responsible for spying on the terrain and enemy situation in the vicinity of Cloudsdale. In order to be in a hurry, he set off directly from the endless ocean, and flew at a high speed for more than a month. Not to mention the ordinary arbiter, even he, the commander, is exhausted, and if he doesn't seize the time to rest, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Call...... As the elite of the arbiters, Quentin and his party, although extremely tired, were well-trained and extremely fast. Soon, they settled in a small plain in the Great Rift Valley, ready to rest on the spot for a night, recharge their energy and move the next day.

This trip to Cloudsdale, even if it flies quickly, it will take a few hours, as long as you increase your vigilance, you don't have to worry about any accidents. The Arbiter Legion with unparalleled combat effectiveness, countless alliances of the major god systems, in the face of such a huge force, the Warcraft God Department left behind in Cloud City was afraid that after learning the news, they were afraid that they would have frightened the six gods and had no master, and it was too late to strengthen their defenses, let alone come out to meet them!

Despite having only a few thousand subordinates, Quentin is confident in this battle!

Unlike the average arbiter, the elite guarding the Meteor Castle are not only strong individually, but also proficient in joint combat. The Moon Wheel Armor on the body can not only resist most physical attacks, but also has been personally blessed by the Juggernaut, with additional thorn spells, which can reflect more than 50% of damage!

In addition, before leaving, the Frost Sorrow Sword given by the Demon Lord Commander also made Quentin full of ambition for this trip. The Frost Sorrow, which is said to be a ruling artifact personally refined by the Fifth Master, seals a mysterious and powerful power, and can control the laws of the ice system as soon as the sword comes out, and it is powerful, it can be said to be the nemesis of fire cultivators!

"Millions of years ago, so many ancient wizards were defeated, and this time, there are only a few or even one ancient wizard's Warcraft God lineage, and it is even more impossible to be an opponent!" Silently carrying the cold long sword on his back, Quentin sat in the tent and meditated, slowly closing his eyes.

Outside, without him saying much, the arbiter captain at the bottom acted in an orderly manner. Some led their subordinate arbiters to patrol back and forth on the small plain, while others commanded their subordinates to spread out in all directions, expanding the area of vigilance, and laying heavy ambushes; while others seized the time to direct their subordinates to set up tents and rest on the spot.

The Masaranka Rift Valley is a north-south rift valley, narrow enough in some places for a horse to jump over at high speed, and wide like a basin in other places. Quentin and his entourage chose a small basin-like plain to camp in, with an open terrain and a clear lake nearby, in addition to dense woods. Schools of palm-sized billfish swim around non-stop.

...... The scouts who dispersed reported one after another, and after learning that there was nothing unusual within a radius of thousands of miles, Quentin held his long sword in meditation with peace of mind, and the exhausted vanguard army also rested with confidence. In order to spy on the strength of the Warcraft God Department left behind in Cloud City, there will be an attack of the tentative surname tomorrow, and although the strength is strong, no arbiter dares to take it lightly. One by one, seize the time to rest and prepare to recharge and prepare for tomorrow's big battle. Even the patrols and secret sentinels on the perimeter, after a few hours of vigilance, couldn't help but relax their bodies.

No one noticed that the small lake, which was more than a thousand steps away from the camp, suddenly bulged with a string of bubbles!

"Hey, Steven, I heard that the main god of the Warcraft God Department is an ancient wizard, I don't know if it's true or not?" A heavily armored soldier lazily leaned against a big tree, straightening his slightly crooked helmet as he spoke, and seeing that the captain of the overseer army had already gone into the tent to rest, he simply took off his combat boots and stretched out his feet to soak in the clear lake water.

"Who knows, after hundreds of thousands of years on the city walls, your head is about to rust. Brendan, if it weren't for this Warcraft God Sect, I'm afraid the two of us wouldn't have had a chance to come out for a walk in a few million years. Even if there really are terrifying ancient wizards in the Warcraft God Department, it won't be our turn to worry, naturally the captain and Quentin will lead them to deal with it!"

A long-lost sweet and bitter taste slowly penetrated from the tip of the tongue to the entire tongue, reminding Steven of the days when he was wandering around!

In the Meteor Castle of the Endless Sea, although every 10,000 years there is a chance to comprehend the mysterious laws of heaven and earth, but usually you have to stay on the city wall all day and drink the northwest wind. There is no entertainment except for the raging turbulence of space and the white clouds, no mellow wine, no sultry women...... , stay on the city wall like a stone sculpture all day long, and I'm so bored that I'm going crazy!

"Yes, I heard that Lord Quentin was rewarded by the Demon Lord before leaving, and received the legendary Frost Sorrow Divine Sword. With such an arbitration artifact, not to mention one ancient wizard, even ten is not enough to die!" said the soldier named Brendan as he closed his eyes and leaned against the sturdy tree to his heart's content, his feet in the water, shaking unconsciously.

"When will it be our turn to have the opportunity to enter the Arbitration Temple and receive an Arbitration Artifact?" Thinking about the Arbitration Temple in the Meteor Castle, thinking about the powerful adjudication artifacts on the various commanders, Steven was envious and secretly clenched his fists. According to the bounty order, this time, as long as you kill the strong person next to the main god of Warcraft, you will have a chance to obtain a judgment artifact, which makes every soldier see hope.

...... The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the wind is getting colder and colder!

Whether it was Steven, who was lying on the grass and relaxing, or Brendan, who was imagining that he had obtained a judgment artifact, they didn't notice the calm surface of the lake, and suddenly a faint circle of water appeared, silently approaching the two of them.

Call...... In a daze, Brendan, who fantasized about getting a judgment artifact, suddenly felt his feet tightened in the water, as if he was being grabbed by something, and most of his body was dragged into the water in the blink of an eye. I was just about to shout for help in a panic, but my mouth was held down hard by a big hand, and then my head was twisted hard, and my throat bone was twisted alive!

Then, unable to call for help, Brendan felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been attacked by some invisible soul, and as if he had been stabbed in by a sharp dagger. Consciousness became more and more confused, and soon he lost consciousness!

Before he had time to call for help and struggle, Brendan, who was the strength of the arbiter, was gone. After a long time, the ripples on the surface of the lake calmed down, and a black figure with messy hair and shawl slowly emerged from under the water. The long black hair covers most of the face, the cold eyes are like two icebergs, and the python-like tail gently skims the water.

Like a ghost hidden in the darkness, the Ancestral Witch Houtu silently approached the other arbiter lying on the grass!

"Hey, Brendan, you stupid donkey, you won't fall asleep and fall into the lake to feed the fish!" Steven, who was lying on the grass, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and screamed twice quietly, lest he wake up the captain of the prison army, and did not dare to shout and curse, and after a while, after not responding, he immediately opened his eyes in alarm. However, before he could get up, a black shadow pounced on him with a 'whew'!

Burst...... Suddenly, his head was hit with a hard punch, and the hard helmet was dented in a large piece, and he was instantly dizzy, and then, his neck was entangled in a cold snake tail, which became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't breathe at all. Before he could struggle, there was a heart-piercing pain in the depths of his mind, and the essence and blood energy and soul of his body turned into a wisp of black qi, which was inhaled into his body by the ancestral witch Houtu's mouth open.

"The second one!"

After killing the arbiter Steven who was lying on the grass, the ancestor Wu Houtu appeared dozens of paces away in a flash, ghostly and silently approaching another dark sentry hiding in the grass. A strong hand suddenly stretched out from the grass and twisted the opponent's neck directly from behind...... At the same time, a similar scene was being played out in other places near the barracks. The ancestral witch worked together to silently harvest the souls of many patrolmen and dark sentinels, which was faster and more efficient than the ancestral witch Houtu, and many people died in his hands before they could react.

With powerful hand-to-hand combat and ghostly speed, the two ancestral witches became the two most cold-blooded killers in history under the cover of night!

(To be continued)