"Every time I see the creatures of Dusk, I can't help but sigh at how grand the knowledge they are seeking from the last epoch that exists only in legends. Just picking up some scattered remains from the Golden Age was enough for Dusk to create these amazing things.

It's a creature of creation.

Legend has it that only the authority of the creator, and the power that ordinary gods cannot even covet. ”

Potana, the Splittal Master, walked slowly through the dark underground tunnels with her Thunder Lizard Bone Staff, a symbol of chiefdom, beside her, the Golden Hunting Priest of the Bloodscar Clan, Manson.

These two are the chiefs.

The hundreds of gnolls who followed behind them were all spellcasters, and they carried large bags of various ritual items, as if they were going to do something big or bad.

The pit they were walking in was at least sixty meters underground, and it was not a pit that ordinary races could dig, and in fact even the most adept kobolds could not accomplish this feat.

It's not because the kobolds can't dig such a strange place, it's purely because the kobolds' large-scale excavation at this depth can't hide the exploration of the earth priests on the position above.

But nezumi can!

At this time, on both sides of the pit where the gnolls were traveling, there were countless rat people who continued to work there.

They're not just digging with their own claws, that's too inefficient.

Among them were strange psionic individuals who could use some very simple earth spells to loosen the rocks and soil around them, and then rat slaves swarmed up to widen it deeper.

The sight of tens of thousands of humanoid rats working together was staggering, but these creatures were distinctly peculiar and creepy in their discipline, and they barely made extra noises as they worked, but the rustling of digging and the green eyes lit up in the darkness around them made some of the brutal gnolls feel furious in their hearts.

It's as if these strange rats around you will swarm up at some point and bite them all.

"I've heard that the reason why these nezumi were able to dig beneath the earth and hide from the Earth Priests was because the creator of Dusk gave them the power of the sandworms of the gray desert?"

Portana seemed to be in a good mood today, discussing the matter with the silent Lord Manson.

In response to her question, the old but ruthless Bloodscar Priest shook his head and said:

"I've been invited to their 'lab', and all I can say is that I can't understand the strange knowledge they have, but it's a place that is truly stunning, and it has a beauty of power that is simple but doesn't belong to the gnolls.

Our people have been blessed with natural strength, and naturally have to give up some wisdom. ”

"But that's a good thing, Lord Manson."

Potana shook her head and said:

"Wisdom is a good thing, but it only needs to be mastered by a few, and when it spreads, fools learn to think, and fools often come up with dangerous conclusions, such as our King Gelman

Hey, he claims to be the son of the biting bone, but he only inherits the brute strength of the king of the biting bone.

That astonishing wisdom has not been inherited at all, let alone Lord Philip's hegemonic thoughts.

It's just foolishly imitating its ancestors, basking in the scourge it has unleashed with its own hands, but it can't even comprehend what we're trying to get this time.

It's the perfect puppet cultivated by the Bloodscar Clan, isn't it? ”

"Shhhhh

Lord Manson smiled.

The laughter of the Gnolls is never comfortable, let alone the fanatics of the Bloodscar Clan, who are focused on spreading the faith of the Lord of the Hunt.

It looked around at the rats who had finished digging their foundations and were digging diagonally to the surface, and said:

"The first eightfold position only requires the nezumi to dig through the tunnels and then blast the ground with explosives to make them completely damaged, but the real trouble is the rear position, I know you have the help of Dusk, Portana, your actions today will directly determine the future of the Black Flame Pass.

But now that we're here, aren't you going to show us your hole cards? ”

"It's not that I don't want to say, Lord Manson, but I don't know what surprises the dusk has left us, I just know that it will work for us."

The Mother of the Claw Splitter shook her head and said:

"The only pity is that the Plague Clan, which is best at using the power of death, is on the wrong side, and if those Plague Warlocks could be here, maybe I would have ended this disgusting battle seven days ago.

But bear with me, Lord Manson.

I know that you are also looking forward to the sacrifice for the birth of the Lord of the Hunt, and I swear to you that you will offer an uncomparably rich sacrifice to our god at the Black Flame Pass.

All life that exists here will be a triumph for us in a brutal manner, and the Lord of the Hunt will be pleased by it.

But that's still the problem."

Potana glanced at the Bloodscar Priest and whispered:

"Don't you really notice? Our God. Polluted gods. Is it really okay to just let Him be born? ”

"Be careful what you say! Claw Splitting Master! ”

Manson, who had always been indifferent, would scold with anger:

"Your question is blasphemous!

Whether the Lord of the Hunt is polluted or not is not a question that we should consider, our faith has been confined to the realm of the Lord of the Hunt for a long time, and only God has the authority to choose believers, and believers are not qualified to choose gods.

We must give birth to the Lord of the Hunt, Portana.

Although we know that it will lead the civilization of the gnolls into a state of depravity, the time of chaos is coming, and our people need the protection of their hearts.

Except for the Lord of the Hunt, no one will accept the belief of the Gnolls.

Unless you're willing to worship the more dangerous shadows of the subspace.

Those twilight gods

But look at the people who hide in the shadow of civilization and play with intrigues, their bodies are still intact, but their souls are rotten, do you really want to be one of them? Botana, you must know that fallen gods are also gods!

He can also provide the strength and shelter we need.

He was born out of the faith of the Jackals! He does not and cannot harm the interests of the gnolls.

Fall and fall.

Anyway, all we need is shelter and strength, that's all.

The Lord of the Biting Bone has shaped the background of civilization for us, the four black plagues have tempered our strength, and the birth of the Lord of the Hunt is a sign that we gnolls will eventually rule the world.

In the face of such a reward, all He needs is faith.

It's a good deal. ”

"Ha, that's a good deal."

Potana pulled her hood.

She seemed to agree with the argument, but judging by the glint in her cloudy eyes, she clearly disdained it.

The Cleaved Clan clearly has their own plans for the future of the world.

"It's just ahead."

The gnolls made their way straight and soon reached the end of the nezumi tunnel.

The Claw Master Mother took out a simple map and compared it, they should be directly below the ninth position of the Black Flame Pass, the tunnel here has not turned, and its end is just inserted into the core of the underground structure of the Black Flame Pass defense line.

It is in that "non-existent zone" that Samoyalia has determined.

Potana shook her head when she saw the rats digging in front of her, and swung her bone staff to blast a penetrating psionic spiral out, opening the last few meters of the pit in an instant.

What followed the Jackals' eyes was a dead and sprawling area, a "tomb" hidden in the core of the position.

Potana burst out laughing.

She bent down and picked up a metacarpal bone that had been badly weathered.

The owner of the metacarpal bone still held the weapon tightly before he died, so that even after the flesh had dried, it still could not take the broken sword from its hand, and it seemed that it was still unwilling to give in to defeat for a hundred years after death.

"Look, the warriors who died a hundred years ago at the hands of the Lord of the Biting Bone, the world thought that these brave men had been annihilated in the black plague, and they even foolishly carved a mound for these warriors on the ground.

I know they want to commemorate the war and the tragic sacrifices, trying to extract some will, wisdom and all that kind of thing from it, but it turns out that they can't learn anything from the sacrifice.

A hundred years ago, Lord Philae defeated the Black Flame Pass in just one week, and tens of thousands of warriors of all races died in a war of slaughter, and their death was not the end.

It was just a planted seed of darkness.

Today

This seed is about to take root!

Stupid Heather Hoffman thinks her enemy is the Splittal Clan, but that's not the case! To challenge the Splittal Clan, that reckless and stubborn dwarven vampire must first cross the remains of the 'Seniors'!

Does this wave count as cannibalism?

Heh, I'm really curious. ”

——

"What the hell have you been doing all these years of patrolling! Mother Earth, this is your drawing! It was you who completed the construction, and it was you who promised Lord Pa Ying that this place would never fall! But I learned today that there was a big bomb in my position that had never been detected!

Once it explodes, both me and my position will be wiped out in an instant!

Scald!

This is the working attitude of the Gaia Temple?

If I weren't already a vampire, I would have told you a hard story about the Mother Goddess! ”

Lord Heather had received a report from the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, and she was numb.

Governor Murphy has always been pessimistic about the fate of the Black Flame Pass, and Lord Heather always tries to convince the vampire to tell him that everything is okay, but now it turns out that Murphy's hunch is correct.

There was really a terrible flaw in the Black Flame Pass position, and the worst thing was that they found it too late.

"Find that non-existent void!"

The Vampire Lord pointed to her compatriots who had been summoned from Silver Castle in front of her, and she scolded:

"Find it before it's all irretrievable! Destroy it! That's my only command. ”

"It's hard, Heather, please calm down."

A silver dwarf with a beard that mops the floor explains:

"There is no problem with our drawings"

"Get out! Don't shirk my responsibilities now! The gnolls are already attacking on the front lines, and I must stop them to buy you time to wipe your ass. ”

Heather roared.

She was so angry that the light in the entire command post became very dim at this moment, as if the darkness was surging and about to swallow all the light.

"Heather! Calm down! Don't forget the stuff you're carrying! ”

The white-bearded, thin old man dwarf with an obvious identity shouted, and the cane in his hand was pointed on the ground, letting the sound go straight to the soul, and the Lord Heather was immediately silenced, she gasped, calming her mood.

So the lights in the entire command post office came on again.

She grabbed her weapon and said:

"Go find that hidden danger! Help those Transansians find that pit, and I beg you, Lord Ofg! We can't afford to lose this position, otherwise it's all over. Even if I die here, I can't atone for my sins, and we can't change that tragic ending, you know?

If we don't hold here.

The catastrophe of the Fourth Black Plague will be repeated, and the deaths, injuries, and disasters will stain the hands of all of us with blood. ”

"It's not like we're passing the buck, Heather."

The Silver Dwarf High Lord Ovg Silverheart, who had come to the front line in person, sighed and said:

"I'm here to solve the problem, the priests are already helping their fellow travelers in Translania to find that hollow, and I warn you that you must now prepare to retreat. Dying in battle may bring you to shame, but you are the commander-in-chief!

You can't act so selfishly.

You are responsible for your soldiers, plan now, and I will stay here to assist you in the evacuation.

If there is any chance of salvage, I will do my best to make up for our mistakes.

But calm down, the drawings of the position are from us, but the construction of the position is not our responsibility, Heather, we just finished the frame of the position, don't forget who completed the construction in the end!

This is really an important question. ”

"Blanch!"

Lord Heather is a spirit.

She subconsciously lowered her voice and said:

"You mean, a traitor has come out of the brass dwarves?"

"A traitor of great power!"

Lord Ofg's eyes narrowed, and the dwarven elder, who was thinner than the other dwarves, whispered:

"A traitor who can hide such a huge hidden danger that the Earth Priests dare not delve into, I suddenly remembered that more than twenty years ago, a group of silver dwarves were attacked and killed by goatmen on their way back from the Black Flame Pass.

That seemed like an accident.

But now it seems that perhaps we missed one of the best opportunities to make amends.

And to be honest, I'm not just worried about the Black Flame Pass right now, but also the Brass Fortress."

"Lord! We've found the hidden hollow, and it's in the center of the position! Like a hidden heart. ”

A sweaty earth priest ran in, pen in his hand, and drew a circle on the blueprint of the position.

Lord Ofg glanced at the location and was shocked.

He roared:

"It is the core of the communication tunnel of the rear six positions, and once it is occupied, the enemy can smoothly attack all the important positions along the underground tunnels.

Fast!

Seal off those tunnels!

Heather, you come with me! ”

The High Lord grabbed Heather's wrist, and with a wave of his staff, he led Heather to the hollow area that had just been discovered with great precision through the earth-walking technique.

As a result, as soon as the two jumped out, they were startled by the corpses scattered all over their eyes.

The accumulation of so many bones was enough to make people's scalps tingle just by looking at the number, and even worse, when the High Lord and Heather entered the place, they saw a flickering green light burst out from the other side of the void like an aura of impact.

Where the green light went, the remains were as if they had been immersed in water and tainted with strange powers.

Under Lord Heather's desperate gaze, the bones around her seemed to have awakened from an ancient sleep, and one by one they lit a green bone fire in their eye sockets, and then moved their decaying bodies to slowly get up.

"Congratulations! The mighty and wise Lord Heather has finally entered here at the last moment! ”

Chief Potana's hoarse voice echoed from the green glow, and with intense sarcasm and defiance, she cried out:

"But it's too late! You choose to sleep on the tomb, and naturally you will bear the wrath of the souls, you have failed the warriors of a hundred years ago, and they are now coming to seek justice from you. ”

After throwing away the cruel words, Chief Potana immediately retreated, highlighting a steady.

"Blew it up! High Lord! Fast! ”

Heather had raised her shield, and she shouted to Lord Ofg, who was holding the pendant on her chest:

"We can't let these undead rush into our position, collapse this place, and bury them completely!"

"No, this is the intersection of the leylines."

The Silver Lord vetoed, he shook his head and said:

"This place collapses, the whole position and the soldiers will be torn apart in an instant, damn it! The power of Mother Earth has been stolen, and a renegade has appeared among the Earth Priests, and that traitor is now in the Brass Fortress!

I'll stay here and stop the undead from attacking all parts of the position as much as possible!

I can hold on for at least a day! ”

The peculiar pendant in Lord Ofg's hand shimmered with a topaz-like glow at this moment.

With his white beard flying, he used his cunning to send Lord Heather out of the place and warned:

"Heather, be sure to send this news to Lord Pa Ying! By the way, warn the halflings that the Brass Fortress and the Gorgon Pass may no longer be able to protect them! The fall of the brass dwarves has become unstoppable, and Mother Earth must abandon them.

otherwise

Otherwise, the tragedy of the God of Nature and the Spider Lady may be repeated, and oh my God, the era of chaos is about to begin here."

(End of chapter)