"What's going on? It doesn't seem to be going to attack?" Carusat hurriedly raised his hand, signaling the three behind him not to act rashly.

"Is it because you're a real orc?" Leo immediately gave his guess.

As if to verify his words, the long knife in the hand of the "Spirit of the Ancestors" moved, pointing at Leo from afar, and the deep voice went straight into the soul like rolling thunder.

It was the same language that Leo didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from feeling hostile.

"It seems like it's ordering me to leave?"

"Uh-huh?" said Carusat, confused, apparently not hearing the voice.

Leo was afraid that the action would be too big and provoke a more violent reaction from the "Ancestral Spirit", so he lowered his voice and said, "It spoke to me, but I couldn't understand it, but I could feel its hostility. ”

"I heard it too, I think it's the same as you. Illidia interjected quietly.

Brock, who was next to him, shook his head, indicating that he hadn't heard anything.

"Why is it only the two of you who can hear it?" said Carusat, who quickly came to his senses and looked surprised, "Is it because I'm an orc that it won't attack me?"

"It seems, that's how it should be. Leo said yes.

With such a guess, Carusat thought about it for a moment, and then took a step towards the "Spirit of the Ancestors".

"Young wolf master ......" Bullock was worried.

Nothing has been confirmed yet, in case the "Spirit of the First Group" suddenly attacks......

Carusat did not respond, but continued to walk forward confidently.

The distance is getting closer.

Eight meters ...... Seven Meters ...... Six-meter ...... Three-meter ...... Two meters ......

Kalusat walked two meters in front of the stone statue, and had completely entered the opponent's attack range, then stopped, crossed his hands into fists in front of his chest, and said respectfully in orc language: "Respected 'Ancestral Spirit', I am Karusat, the bloodline of the Golden Family. ”

Hear his words. The "Spirit of the Ancestors" long knife slowly drooped a little.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, and Carusat seemed to hear something other people heard, and said happily: "That's right, the Golden Family is a continuation of the Warsong Clan! Our ancient surname is Frost Wolf, and Tongyuan Roar is the closest ally! My nose ring is the most powerful proof, this is an accessory that has been inherited from ancient times!"

After another moment of silence, Carusat explained respectfully, "As the descendants of the Frostwolf Clan, it is our duty to honor the great exploits of the Sword Saint, and the two alien races in the back. They are all our friends, and they were deeply shocked by the deeds of the Sword Saint, and they sacrificed with me!"

“……”

Hearing him say this, Leo was speechless for a moment, he didn't expect that Carusat, an orc with a rough appearance, was still a skilled performer, not only his expression was in place, but even his voice was full of emotion. If it weren't for knowing in advance that he was also coveting the possible existence of an artifact in the "Tomb of the Juggernaut", Leo would have almost taken these sincere words. It was Carusat's true wish.

On the other hand, Carusat's negotiations with the "Spirit of the Ancestors" continued.

"That's right, there are indeed several evil aliens who have broken into here. ”

“…………”

"Yes, we're here. It is precisely to pursue them that it is our duty to maintain the tranquility of the Tomb of the Juggernaut. ”

“…………”

"No problem, I'll bring their corpses as a sacrifice to the Sword Master!"

That's all there is to it. The soul energy of the "Ancestral Spirit" swept over several people, and then retracted, turning around and stepping on heavy steps. Return to where you were from.

Seeing that the young master was fine, Brock took a long breath, and the hand holding the longbow was finally able to let go: "How is it, young wolf master?"

"Very good!" Carusat's eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement, "The Spirit of the Ancestors has recognized my identity, but has asked us to kill the rest of the Darkmoon Church and bring it to it, so that it will allow us to go deep and worship the Sword Saint!

…………

Hesfer's situation is not good, as a demon warlock, his greatest ability is to borrow demonic energy to strengthen himself, but in order to open the "Tomb of the Sword Master", he has already been overconsumed, and now it is difficult to carry out a complete demonization of the whole body.

And his close companion, Level 5 Shadow Priest Midia, is also in a bad condition, sacrificing a large number of demons, which has almost drained his spiritual power, and at most he can barely cast a few intermediate divine spells.

The dim passage seemed to have no end, and Hesfell's joy at succeeding in the "Tomb of the Sword Saint" had long since drifted away, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

"Are you sure you didn't hear anything just now?" he asked, apprehensively.

"You're so nervous, my friend. Midia smiled, and then relieved: "This passage is so long, it will definitely lead to the secret treasure house, and we can get the Tablet of Destiny before those two guys." This kind of merit will at least elevate me to a high level! You can also receive more favor from the Lord, and maybe you will be rewarded with demonic souls. ”

Thinking about the benefits that were about to come, Hesfell's heart barely settled a little, but another worry came to his heart: "What if there is no such thing here?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!?Is this an oracle from the Lord, are you questioning the Lord?" Midia glared angrily, even though the two had a good relationship, but when it came to faith, they still couldn't be accommodating at all.

Although Hesfell also believes in the goddess of the dark moon, he is not a proper priest after all, and can only be regarded as a peripheral member of the church, so he will naturally not be as pious as the other party in his heart.

"But just talk about it......"

Hesfell muttered quietly, the cold light in his eyes flickering.

After a few hundred more meters, the light finally came again.

Midia felt it for a moment, and said in surprise: "I seem to feel that thing! It's in front of you, let's go!"

"Be careful, there may be ......" Hesfell didn't finish his words, but his companion had already run forward, and there was no way, he could only close his mouth and speed up to follow.

Soon, the two of them passed through the passageway, and another hall appeared in view.

"Oh my God...... That's ...... That's ......" Midia flushed. It's almost impossible to say.

In front of his eyes, a dark red crystal floated in the air, and around the crystal, five stone pillars stood in a regular pentagonal arrangement.

If you look closely, each pillar is carved with intricate patterns and painted with eerie patterns with colorful dyes.

"Roar!"

Sensing someone approaching, the dark red crystals began to shake violently, and a silent roar suddenly erupted, straight into the souls of Hesfell and Midia.

Meanwhile. The five stone pillars bloomed with a faint light, surging towards the crystals, and suppressed them in the blink of an eye.

"That's Manolos's soul!That's Manolos's soul!Sure enough, it's imprisoned here by the orc's totem, hahaha, hahaha!" Midia laughed uncontrollably.

On the other side, Hesfell licked his lips and felt a thirst in his throat. He believed that his companion was right, that crystal contained the soul of the Demon Lord Manolos.

Because he felt the power of the devil, although it was suppressed for thousands of years. It's long gone, but the core is there!

Midia laughed for a moment before stopping, then turned back and said, "My friend, we succeeded!

As he spoke. He took out a small metal box and a scroll: "Just bring Manolos' soul back to the church and dedicate it to the Lord, and we will have everything we want in no time!"

"The glory of the Lord is with you and me forever. Hesfell's face was full of reverence, "What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing is needed. The Lord has already arranged everything!" Midia smiled, as if she had seen her strength and status increase, and she would become a big figure in the church from then on.

Subsequently. He unfolded the scroll, pondered silently for a moment, and began to whisper the prayer.

In an instant, the magic scroll was activated, and Midia's few remaining souls were forcibly withdrawn again.

Violent fluctuations spread out from the center of the scroll, surging out of billowing gray mist, drifting towards the five orc totems.

Sensing the threat, the defenses of the five orc totems spontaneously activated, and the light bloomed again, shooting towards the gray mist.

However, the seemingly harmless gray mist is the totem's nemesis, and the light they emit not only failed to dispel the gray mist, but instead made it grow a little stronger, completely obscuring the totem.

Kerala ......

A series of sounds were heard, and the first totem shattered, and then the second totem suffered a similar solution.

After more than ten seconds, all five totems were destroyed, and the dark red crystals lost their restraints and suddenly catapulted into the air.

Midia had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he hurriedly opened the metal box, and spat out several syllables in succession.

A strange force quickly appeared, instantly locking onto the dark red crystal and pulling it in the direction of the box.

"Ahh

An angry roar came from the crystal, but it had lost most of its power and had been suppressed for so long that it couldn't resist the traction of the box.

Eventually, the dark red crystal entered the box, and Midia snapped the lid on the box and said, "Hesfell, it worked!

His voice was weak, but full of excitement.

"Yes, it worked!" Hesfell smiled, "but it wasn't you. ”

"What?" Midia didn't understand what her companion meant.

Just then, a demon's claw stabbed into his unsuspecting chest, crushing his heart.

Midya's eyes cracked as he looked at Hesfer's demonic arm, he never dreamed that his best friend would do this.

Blood was flowing, life was flowing, and he no longer had the strength to speak, just gasping for air, maybe the next moment he would fall into eternal death.

"I mean, I made it. Hesfell pulled back his hand sharply, took the box in the other party's hand, and said with a smile: "I prefer what I can master more than rewards, like this." As long as I can get this power, will I need any rewards?"

"Bang!"

Midya's body fell backwards, her eyes wide and dead, and he couldn't utter a word until he died.

Hesfer looked at Midia to make sure he couldn't die anymore, then scanned the messy hall before slowly opening the lid.

…………

"Did you hear that?" said Bullock, who was walking at the very front of the passage, stopped.

"Yes, I heard you. Illidia nodded, puzzled, "What is that? another Ancestral Spirit?"

"No, it doesn't seem to be the same, and the roar makes people shudder. Leo spoke his feelings.

Carusat pondered for a moment and spoke: "It's true that it's not the spirit of the ancestors, maybe those two guys have encountered something, but this is good news for us, maybe they are dead now." ”

"It's good news and bad news, and if they die, it's our turn. Leo said solemnly. Although I don't know exactly what's going on in front of me, a bad premonition always lingers in my heart.

Carusat grinned and said, "Anyway, we've arrived here, and there's no turning back." Let's go, move on, everyone be careful. ”

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Hesfell looked at his hands filled with pitch-black scales, his whole body trembling, and at his feet, the dark red crystals had shattered, just like the orc totem not far away.

"This power...... This power ......" Hesfell's eyes were full of blood, and the feeling of incomparable power made his heart burn like a flame.

After successfully absorbing the Demon Lord's last power core, his stagnant level quickly soared to a level never imagined before, and it continued to grow.

Hursfell knew that it was the after-effects of the crystal, and that his soul was merging with the Demon High Lord.

At this moment, he didn't know if he was the original Hesfer or Manolos who had finally escaped.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I have finally gained strength, more power than ever before!

Cowardice, Quasai, Berserk?

What kind of garbage is that, even if there is a Barlow Flame Demon in front of him now, Hesfell is confident that he will be able to subdue the other party and become his servant.

"This is the power of the Demon High Lord!" Hesfell clenched his fists vigorously, intending to leave the place.

For him, the Tomb of the Juggernaut no longer made sense, and he just wanted to find an orc gathering area now to taste the bloody slaughter that he hadn't felt in a long time.

But before Hessfer could take a step, four figures suddenly broke into his perception that had been raised to an extremely high level. (To be continued......)