At dusk, the sun is about to set, and many of the residents of Black Rock City have finished their day's work and gathered in the tavern to relax and have fun.

And in a cave two hundred miles away from the city.

With a series of thuds, pale flames lit up in the braziers around the altar, illuminating the crowd gathered in the cave.

Under the cold white light, dozens of mysterious people wearing black robes and having a gloomy temperament sat around on both sides.

His eyes stared indifferently at the churning tongue of fire.

The atmosphere of the scene was cold, and the flames did not raise the temperature here, but became more and more biting.

"The vulture herd led by Hungry has also lost news."

After a long time, one of the mysterious people suddenly spoke, breaking the dead silence here.

"What is this wave?" Across from him, an old man with a pale skull cane in his hand looked up.

"The Buried Bone Troops, the Shadow Assassins, the Weeping Demon Souls, and the Vulture Group led by the Third Order Bishop Hungry Jia, the elite troops of the four consecutive waves of the Order, all disappeared silently after approaching the Cold Wind Collar and Black Rock City."

The mysterious man's voice, which was originally as undulating as a dead man, fluctuated, "We haven't been able to send any news back, and we have lost so many elites that we don't even know who the enemy is. ”

"Heh, I don't know, I still think it's the legendary abyssal of the magic swamp, and you will die if you touch it?"

His words caused the crowd to fall silent again.

In just a few days, the cultists who were summoned to invade the Cold Wind Territory had lost more than half of their manpower.

But they didn't reap any results, which made them inevitably hesitate.

"I think we need to reconsider, this place is a lot more troublesome than we thought." Someone couldn't help but suggest, "I was originally in charge of the battlefield area of the Dragon's Back Plain, who transferred me here?" ”

"It is said that the owner there is Ordosius, and we underestimate him." At this time, the old man with the white bone cane spoke again.

"Now the Twilight Elf King of the Elven Kingdom has thrown himself into the arms of my lord's immortal soul and has become the Sage of the Necromantic Order, and it is the Sage who gave the order from the nearby cultists to obtain something from the Cold Wind Collar for him."

"That's what we're here for."

"What do you say? We have died so many people, and in the end we are actually selling our lives to outsiders? The man got up in exasperation and wanted to leave.

"Disobedience to the orders of the Holy One will be regarded as a sentence of punishment!" The old man's cold words made his steps stop in mid-air.

"Do you want to continue to run over and die?" The man sat back down unhappily and said in a mocking tone, "Who here can be stronger than Hungry?" Even he is dead, what's the use of us staying? ”

"Don't worry, the Sage has been informed of the situation here, and he has sent reinforcements to arrive." The old man slammed his skull cane against the altar on the ground.

"My lord is above, the fate of this place is already doomed, no matter what secrets that Ortawsius has, sooner or later he will become our plaything!"

Hearing this, the emotions of the major necromantic cultists present calmed down, and the atmosphere eased slightly.

At this moment, outside the cave, a crow was resting on the withered branches.

Blood-red eyes looked calmly downward.

"Good fellow, this is to gather all the Necromantic cultists who are active in the Northern Province to me." Far away in the castle, Ronan shook his head and smiled.

During this time, the cold wind collar is indeed not quiet, and at night there are all kinds of strange things to make in.

A day earlier, a large flock of vultures had come from the sky, with a clear target on the Coldwind Collar.

It's a pity that the sky of the Cold Wind Territory has long been ruled, and the provocative crows are enraged.

A roaring storm of ravenfeathers ruthlessly tore the invaders apart.

As for other monsters hiding in the shadows, ghosts that are invisible to the naked eye, etc.

Under the reconnaissance of the crow's delusional and bloody eyes, they will have nothing to hide, and will be violently suppressed by armored knights.

But it looks like these defeats are not enough to make the enemy retreat, is there still reinforcements coming?

Ronan stared at the map around Blackstone City on the table, and the armored knights' pawns had already surrounded the cave.

Don't rush, then wait.

At midnight, everything is silent.

In the bright moonlight, five owl-shaped birds with gray and black feathers and larger and smoother bodies flew through the sky.

Finally, land in front of a cave outside Blackstone City.

If there are warriors from the Northern Lion Principality here, it is easy to recognize that this is a monster called the Ghost Owl from the other side of the Death Mountains.

Their claws tear through armor and emit a bizarre howl from their mouths.

Miraculously, when these five ghost owls descended on the ground, their bodies changed drastically.

Changing from a bird to a humanoid creature wearing a grey and black feather suit.

The only difference from normal humans is the dark skin color and long, thin ears.

"I can feel the call of death, this is where they gather." The leader of the five walked towards the cave, and the other four followed.

In the cave, five dark elves and a group of necromancers sat on either side, staring at each other indifferently.

"I already understand the situation, which means that after all this time, you have not done anything." The leading dark elf Ander looked at them with contempt in his eyes.

"In 300 years, instead of progressing, humanity has not progressed, but it has not been as good as before, and it is sad that you are mixed with this kind of waste. No wonder Eltino chose our king as the Holy One, never looking at them from beginning to end. ”

There was mockery in Ander's tone, and a lack of reverence for their gods.

The double insult set the eyes of the Necronomicon on fire, and the pale flames around the altar swayed.

It's just that they end up choosing to remain silent.

Because the four dark elves behind Andel were staring at them, a strong aura of death enveloped the entire cave.

"There are five third-order, and all of them are powerful high-level warriors, and the inheritance of the immortal race is indeed worthy of its name."

The old man from the Necrocy's side stepped forward and complimented, easing the stiff atmosphere in the cave slightly.

He could see disdain for himself in the eyes of Ander and the other dark elves.

That's the attitude of the long-lived species towards their short-lived species, which have a lifespan of less than 100 years.

The old man was not angry, he knew that the five dark elves in front of him, I am afraid that any one of them would be older than the history of the empire.

The long lifespan has allowed many members of the elven clan to survive from the magical years of the gods to the current age of empires.

Although the decline of the general environment has seriously frustrated the power of the elves, compared to the broken generations of the human powerhouses, the number of strong people within the elves is much more complete.

If it weren't for the abundant resources, the invisibility of the outside world, and the choice to close themselves in the Cuihai Forest, the ruling balance of the empire would have been broken long ago.

Therefore, even the expelled dark elves look down on these short-lived species in the outside world from the bottom of their hearts.

(End of chapter)