Horn looked at the mountain from a distance and felt a little familiar. But it was pretty sure it had never been to the Orc Empire, and it couldn't have seen this mountain. I thought about it.

Suddenly, Justin next to him said, "Look at that mountain, it doesn't look like the extinct volcano we cultivated. ”

As soon as Justin said this, Horn understood why he always felt so familiar with the mountain. Because the mountain is also an extinct volcano, the appearance is basically the same except for the difference in size. The same cone-shaped mountain, flat-topped, the entire mountain is basalt, and there is no vegetation outside the extinct volcano.

Horn and the others were amazed, and couldn't help but discuss whether there would be that Optimus Pillar in the room.

While Horn and the others were arguing, Dupont suddenly said, "That's the Devil's Eye, let's go." ”

"This is the Demon Eye?" Horn asked.

Dupont snorted, sped up and sped away beyond the extinct volcano. When approaching the Demon Eye, there are some skeletons in the withered yellow grass, and the shape of the skeleton should belong to the orcs. The closer you get to the Demon Eye, the more skeletons there are. Horn observed that some of the skeletons inside were very strange shapes, very different from orcs in terms of structure. For example, orcs and humans have ribs on their chests. The bizarre skeletons had a dense bony plate on their chests and a triangular bony arrow at the end of their tails. Horn speculated that it was supposed to be the skeleton of a purgatory creature.

When walking to the foot of the mountain of the Devil's Eye. Horn and the others were taken aback by the dense skulls, which were stacked on top of each other, as high as a hill. Judging from the decaying Cheng dù, it should not be a one-time occurrence, it should be the accumulation of many years. And most of these skeletons belong to orcs. And the skull's poop abandons so many tent-like things that there are enough for an army to camp. Judging from the old and new Cheng dù, it should have just been abandoned.

Horn speculated that the orcs must have died in battle with the infernal creatures that came out of the Demon Eye.

A group of six people crossed the sea of bones and headed for the top of the mountain. After a while, we have reached the top of the mountain.

Ascending to the top of the mountain, Horn saw that the extinct volcano called the Devil's Eye was the same as the extinct volcano in Dupont. There is also a circle of circular craters inside, but there is no optimus pillar in it, but instead it is an oval, pointed on both sides, narrow in the middle, as black as a demon's eye, and there is no bottom in sight.

Horn looked at the black hole and thought to himself, no wonder it is called the Demon Eye, this black hole is indeed very similar to the Demon Eye.

At this time, there were already quite a few people on the top of the crater. These people were dressed in different costumes, divided into several groups, and gathered separately. Judging from the aura on their bodies, most of them were mid-level martial artists, and only one martial artist, Horn, felt unfathomable, and it was estimated that he was a high-level martial artist. Among these people are also a small number of magicians and arcanists. The specific level is unknown, but the strength of those who can come here will definitely not be bad.

Horn observed that there were about thirty of these people who arrived early, and there were dwarves and orcs in them, and the composition was complicated. The men were gathered in four groups, presumably in four groups. Each group didn't seem to know each other, and they gathered in a small circle and whispered to each other. When Horn's group of six came up, the four groups watched Horn and them with wary eyes. When he saw that Horn and the others didn't move, they retracted their vigilant gaze and whispered again.

The lowest level of these martial artists is level ten, which is higher than the five Horns. However, only one of the four groups is high-level, and Horn also has Dupont, a high-level martial artist, and in total, Horn's strength is stronger than those four groups.

Du Pont only glanced at the high-ranking martial artist as soon as he came up, and the high-ranking martial artist also looked at Dupont. It's just that Du Pont glanced at it and withdrew his gaze, while the high-level martial artist looked at it a few more times, his expression was a little solemn, and he lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

Horn couldn't help but ask Du Pont in a low voice, "Teacher, what is the strength of that high-level martial artist?"

Du Pont's round face returned to a smiling expression, and he said lightly: "Thirteenth level...... Hmm, it should be almost level fourteen. ”

Horn let out an "oh" and said, "These people are here to participate in the seal, do you know them?"

"It should be, otherwise who would want to come to a place where this kind of bird doesn't. There are so many people on the mainland, I know everywhere. Where do you have so many questions. DuPont said angrily.

Horn smiled awkwardly and stopped asking DuPont. In fact, he mainly wanted to understand how to seal it, what risks there were, and make plans in advance, but he didn't expect that DuPont seemed to have something on his mind, and his temper became bigger.

Horn was bored and began to talk to Adel and Justin, mostly about the Demon Eye.

"Where does this Demon Eye lead? So deep, so big, how can it be sealed? Horn, aren't you a magician, tell me what you think. Justin asked.

Horn said helplessly: "It's true that I'm a magician, but I'm only a low-level second-level magician. I just know that this kind of thing that needs to be sealed requires strong magic power and some magic materials to work together, and I also need to draw the corresponding magic array. Only so much is understood. ”

The two of them understood, but they didn't have much hope that Horn would be able to explain it to them, after all, Horn had only been learning magic for long. It's just too boring to ask.

A few people couldn't discuss it, and then, they lost interest. Anyway, the land has arrived, and we'll know what will happen later. Whether it's good or bad, it's not their turn to worry, anyway, there is DuPont, and he is in charge.

The five were bored and turned to observe the men. Horn paid the most attention to the middle-aged high-ranking martial artist. Tall and thin, he wore a linen blouse with pants made of Kenny and a pair of cowhide boots. It appears refined and calm. It's just that the thin cheeks are fleshless, the eyes are narrow and long, the nose is slightly hooked, and the essence in the eyes is flashing, giving people a sense of yin. Just look at him from time to time, consciously or unconsciously, observing DuPont towards Dupont.

There was also an old man with a long blue robe, a thick cotton coat over it, half-bald hair, revealing a shiny skull, blank eyes, rosacea, and a thick beard. His skin was reddish-brown, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he didn't wake up. Horn didn't feel the aura of a warrior from him, he should be a magician or an arcane, but he didn't know what the level was.

The last one was an orc, with a lion's head and tiger stripes, golden sideburns, and a size larger than any orc Horn had ever seen, the height of two people. There was a coldness in his golden eyes, and his expression was very tyrannical, and he was led by some orcs and dwarves, not half humans. This orc is of rank twelve, and wears clothes made of animal skin. The exposed skin is covered in some eerie red charms. The tabby stripes of the stripes themselves, coupled with those charms, give people a sense of extreme viciousness visually.

These orcs have a look of disdain for the other humans present, but it is hidden, and it cannot be seen if they are not noticing.

After waiting for half a day in boredom.

Suddenly, in the midst of the multitude. A circular magic array lit up, and the magic array went from virtual to real, emitting bursts of luminous light. The powerful magic made everyone present feel depressed.

Suddenly, everyone looked at the magic array, with different expressions, but one thing was that their expressions were very strict. They all knew very well that the magic circle was a sign that a mage was performing a spatial teleportation. In other words, there is a high-level mage teleporting.

After the light of the magic array flashed, a person covered in black robes appeared.

The powerful magic power shows that the person is a high-level magician, and there is no doubt about it.

When the magic light dissipated, Horn saw that the high-ranking magician was about sixty or seventy years old, and his face was full of wrinkles. On his sparse head was a black hat adorned with a thumb-sized gem that was blood-red and writhing like flames beneath the crystal surface. The magician's eyes were white, as if covered with a white film, and there was no color in the opening and closing of the eyes. The black robe was surging with magic, it was not an ordinary piece of clothing, it should be a magic instrument.

The magician looked around, his white eyes resting only slightly on the lion-headed tabby-orc, the high-ranking middle-aged warrior, and Dupont. He nodded to each of them in respect. Others don't care at all.

Dupont, middle-aged high-ranking martial artists, and lion-headed tabby orcs also nodded in return.

Horn understood that this old high-level magician had paid tribute to Dupont and the high-level middle-aged martial artist. After all, after reaching the high level, it represents a strong strength, and it is already the pinnacle of many martial artists on the mainland. The Elder High Rank Magician is a sign of respect for his strength. But he didn't understand it when he paid tribute to the orcs, the orcs with the lion's head and tabby were only level twelve, and there were also a few humans present who were level twelve. I didn't see him pay his respects.

At the time of Horn's confusion. The old magician opened his white eyes and said hoarsely, "Everyone must know why they came here. We're here to seal this demonic eye, the passage to the bottomless abyss. None of you know each other. I don't need to introduce it, as long as everyone does it according to the pre-agreed tasks. ”

The old high-level magician said this, and the half-bald middle-aged magician just now stood up, saluted and said, "Honorable Master Gnou, should we start now?"

The old high-level magician glanced at the half-bald middle-aged magician and said, "Mage Gulagas, we still have someone to wait. Wait for her to come before she starts. ”

"Okay" The half-bald middle-aged magician bowed deeply before retreating from his group.

The name of the half-bald middle-aged magician Horn had never heard of it, but the name of the old high-level magician Gnou, Horn was like thunder. It can be said that this name resounded all over the continent.