Ujida confidently walked towards her goal, the revelation she had received from the Gruul had never been more certain, the Gruul had set his eyes on her, she did not even need to shout the name of the Gruul now but only prayed silently in her heart, and the divine power of the Gruul God descended on her, filling her hands and will, and her gentle touch was more powerful than the little finch that fell on the branch and did not make the branch tremble, The towering tree would be shattered before her into ashes finer than the flour that her father's servants had sifted through a sieve for three days before the feast—for a reason that even she herself could not comprehend, she had observed the ashes, and seen how delicate they were, and how lifeless, not like a living tree that had been shattered, but more like a living tree that had been burned, and had been squeezed from all, polluted and filthy—and the ashes were then swept away by the breath of the Gruul god that filled the heavens and the earth—the wind, whirling and carrying away.

She knew that the ashes were still beside her, like the countless eyes of the Gruul God, who watched her from every dark stone and tree hollow around her, every broken leaf, every wind that carried the ashes, to see if she had fulfilled her duties as a priest.

Of course she would, and if she had inherited anything from her utilitarian toast father that was not respectful enough to the Gruul gods, it would have been completely discarded in this sure calling.

The little girl turned and faced her, as if she had known that she was behind her back, but of course it was useless, Ujida knew that she was not an ordinary little girl, she knew some outsiders, completely different from the spells of the Yiren, she was also familiar with weapons and tricks, she had many victories, and even the powerful Gala Cave was once captured by her, but she was only a human being.

Now the Gruul god has opened his eyes and set his eyes on this place.

Ujida raised the knife, and the power of the Great God of Gruul spread out of her hand, wrapping around the knife, the knife of the daughter of the Toast engraved with the high priest's incantation, the top work of Yiren smelting and spells, which was almost shattered, or twisted into something else, when such power stepped on it, she raised the knife and drew an irregular circle towards Hualin.

At that moment, the trees and peaks that had surrounded them disappeared as if they were illusions, and they did not move, but no one could say that they were still in the same place.

The first thing Hua Lin saw was the towering black peak, which was very inaccurate, because the mountain was so high that even the sky was obscured, he had seen many mountains in his life, but none of them could have the feeling of covering the sky and the sun of this mountain, because the peaks of those mountains were always smaller than the foot of the mountain, and the sky could still show its face there, although the foot of this mountain was endless, the peak looked no smaller than the foot of the mountain, in fact, considering the distance between the mountain peak and him, it was likely to be a mountain with a mountain top that was even bigger than the foot of the mountain。

But compared to what could be seen at the foot of the mountain, the strange summit was nothing.

Countless pale figures dotted the foothills, perhaps all the way to the peaks, and they—perhaps more precisely—looked more like the gray-white mushrooms that often grew luxuriantly and quickly decayed on the rotten wood, and their skin, which should have been as dark as Ujida's, was now grayish-white, hanging from their gray-white muscles and bones.

So even if "these" included the team that Hua Lin had sent out to sell salt before, it would not be easy for him to distinguish them, but he understood where he was now.

"This is the wound of the earth within the Black Mountain. ”

The Black Mountain that the Yi people see outside of Montenegro are some low peaks, provided they are looking at other peaks outside the mountain, and now Hualin is within the Black Mountain, and the interior of Montenegro - lower than anywhere else in the world - it is probably the least of this world in this world.

It has always been so clear that even among the ignorant Yiren there are wise people who feel that something is wrong, but—no wise person anywhere else notices what is happening here, and even if they do, they put it at the bottom of their attention list, for this is only a desolate mountain, a place that belongs to a small number of ignorant and backward Yiren.

So now only Hualin came to fight it.

Oh, and a true immortal with only a soul, what a good team to save the world, and Tara's pig can at least help - whatever it can do with those four trotters, it is at least very sincere in helping instead of persuading Tara to flee to the other side of the sea every day.