Dragoon Sentinel

During the Mallorca War, when the timid desert elves were hiding underground, the orcs took the initiative to attack the monsters in the western battlefield of the desert Gobi, and Ashabang was the fortification they built for it.

This fortification, which the shaman worked so hard to pray for the protection of the spirit of nature, has always been a fortress that monsters cannot conquer. But just when the orcs rejoiced and thought that the victory of the war was coming, the monster's portal opened in the sky and flew down. A corrupted red dragon - the most valiant of dragons.

Its dragon breath destroyed the barrier of the spirit of nature, its sharp claws smashed the walls of the fortress, it was invulnerable, and crushed the bodies of countless orc warriors, and the monsters that followed transformed the surrendered orc warriors into night devil.The irrational night devil turned around and began to slaughter his compatriots, and the impenetrable fortress instantly became an abyss of despair.

Unable to bear to see his people being eroded by monsters and losing their minds, the shaman prayed for the spirit of nature for the last time with his own life. , including the wise and selfless shaman, who used his soul to frighten the ruins of Ashabang, so that the monsters inside could no longer harm anyone.

West had studied that history and had great respect for the self-sacrificing shaman, but about Ashabang... there is no record that anyone has found that site, how could this suspicious warlock know the location?

As soon as West had a question in his heart, he heard Phils ask abruptly, "You are an orc, right?"

Orcs? !The believers in the Holy Light looked at the warlock in unison, trying to probe under the brim of his hat.The warlock chuckled, and slowly pulled back his hood.

In order to prove his identity, the warlock's face remained in a state of animalization. There was a deep red scar on the long and narrow nasal cavity, and a large burnt mark covered his head. There was no hair on the mottled brown scar, and his left ear was connected. The roots were cut off, leaving only the incomplete right ear on the forehead.

Seeing such a face suddenly, West turned pale.The warlock gave a strange laugh, pulled up his hood again, and said without sincerity, "Sorry for scaring you. These are past injuries and cannot be healed."

It took multiple injuries to become like this... West stared at the Warlock with mixed feelings, and the original impatience and suspicion slowly fermented into sympathy and respect. From the Warlock's injuries, it can be seen that he is Those who have experienced the baptism of war have suffered countless hardships.

Firth was the only one (the dragon) who didn't respond to the hideous appearance of the orc. He said coldly: "You are indeed an orc, so it makes sense why you know the location of the Ashabang ruins."

The warlock said nonchalantly, "Then would you like to go?"

Ferth hugged Nuo Lei horizontally, stared at him and said, "If Nuo Lei can't be cured, that's where you will be buried."

The four of them swept through the inner city of Fanferogan before setting off. The empty cave was like a free supply point. They took water, food, and a few magic lamps. In the cave where the priest lived, they found stolen storage bags and weapons.Besides that, something else was discovered.

Bettisno walked up to Ferth with several black cloaks and a magic ball, and said plainly, "Do you recognize this, this is the cloak we bought from the Huli Mage Tower."

Ferth glanced and asked impatiently: "What do you want to say? Don't waste my time."

Bettisnow replied without fear: "If it was Norley, he would listen to me patiently."

Ferth glanced at Nuo Lei in his arms, and asked calmly, "Tell me, what's the matter."

"I just took a look at the magic circle on the back of the cloak, and found something is wrong." Betisno unfolded the cloak and presented it in front of Ferth, Ferth's eyes blurred, and he instantly saw the problem, "There is positioning magic on it. "

"I also found this." Bettisno took off the cloak and raised a magic ball. He fiddled with it a little bit, and the magic ball projected images. Various numbers and commodities were recorded on it, which looked like a The list of transactions, and at the end of the list is a line of small print: details of the transaction with the mage Hughley.

Seeing this line of writing, Ferth suddenly realized, no wonder they encountered so many troubles as soon as they left the Mage Tower, they were in collusion!Ferth lowered his face, grinning and showing his white teeth: "That mage...is really good..."

"I will hand over these things to the Mage Association and let them decide." Betisno put away the things and added worriedly, "Don't kill him without authorization." Ferth sneered twice, and said Did not agree to come down.Thinking of his aggressive posture just now, Bettisno sighed helplessly, forget it... that's it.

After solving this problem, West also came over and pushed a magic blanket floating in mid-air in front of Ferth: "Here, my sister made it."

Ferth stared at him for a while, and slowly exhaled: "Thank you." Hearing the arrogant dragon thanking him, West jumped up in shock, subconsciously stepped back, seeing his shocked appearance, Phil Veins appeared on Si's forehead, and he held back his displeasure and said, "Thank you for everything you have done for Nuo Lei, but please remember, he is mine."

Don't need to emphasize this again!Besides, seeing that kind of situation before... Even if you have fantasies, it's all shattered, okay?

After saying what he wanted to say from the bottom of his heart, Ferth withdrew his gaze and put it back on Nuo Lei. He carefully placed Nuo Lei on the magic carpet, and gently rubbed his brows: "Nuo Lei, when will you be able to return?" Hear my voice again..."

"Okay everyone, it's time for us to go." The warlock in black robe called, and they stopped searching and left the inner city at a faster pace.Before they had gone for a long time, the desert elf civilians who had survived in the outer city flocked into the inner city, frantically looking for Sarosuo, but they had no idea that when Ferth threw the elves from the inner city into a different space, together with those The harmful things were destroyed together.

"Where is Saroso?!"

"Why not!"

"God! Have you given up on us!"

"No, it's impossible—"

The shrill screams and roars suddenly resounded through Ferrogane City. West shuddered and couldn't help but look back.

"Are they going to quit?" he murmured.

"I don't know," Betisno said while stroking the lost and recovered holy sword, and said with firm eyes, "Maybe, maybe not, but that's beyond our control."

"I know," West sighed, "I just didn't expect...they survived the Mallorca War, and they would eventually become extinct because of a small plant."

"This is their fate." The Warlock raised his voice with a disdainful tone, "It is impossible to escape from the world to become a paradise, it will only continue to decline. Look, they haven't even discovered the true face of the sacrifice, so it proves this truth doesn't it? ?”

"I didn't expect you to say such philosophical words."

"Little devil, I have experienced much more than you can imagine..." The warlock pursed his lips and let out a breathless laugh. Suddenly he raised his face and recited the poems circulating among the orcs:

"The ugly * twists people into demons, they forget themselves and are driven by evil."

"Destroying one's own homeland, killing one's own kin, and driving one's own race into despair."

"Spirit of nature, this is the test of your birth."

"Please pity those who still have the will, and let them wake up those ignorant souls."

West and Betisno, who were familiar with the orc language, couldn't help muttering his words, showing thoughtful expressions.However, Phils didn't care about the meaning of those poems. He held Nuo Lei's hand and gently raised it to his lips and kissed it.

If Norley can't wake up, it's the abyss of his despair.

I don't know how long it took, the magic lamps were scrapped one after another. Suddenly, a V-shaped canyon in front of them blocked their way. The warlock turned into a cloud of black smoke and crossed the abyss lightly. They walked over steadily, and there were only two humans left. They turned over and sat on the magic carpet woven by Martha, and floated over without any risk.

"It's almost there." Warlock's hoarse voice became a little more dignified, "Remember, this is the place where the holy shaman fell. If you go in later, follow my footsteps and don't touch anything, understand?"

The two humans were amazed by his solemnity, and nodded without thinking.Ferth still looked absent-minded, fiddling with Nuo Lei's fingers intently, expecting him to give him a little reaction.

The warlock didn't expect Ferth to respond to him, and he took another step after seeing the two humans nodding with interest.West followed behind him step by step, and got into a narrow hole. The strong roots of desert plants penetrated the rock formation and entangled in the hole.

The magic blanket couldn't move freely through the cave. When Ferth saw this, he immediately wrapped the blanket around Nuo Lei, bent down and followed their footsteps.It didn't take long before he saw the exit.Warlock and West stood in front and saw him come out and make room.

An open underground space appeared in front of Ferth. The area was not much smaller than Ferrogane City. Unfortunately, there was no light, so the scene in front of him could not be seen clearly.Betisno was the last one to get out, and he was also curious about the open space in front of him. He had read about Asabang, but he had never seen this fortification that surprised the people.

"Are you ready?" The warlock glanced at several people, and took out a scorched black staff decorated with colorful feathers. He put the staff upright into the hole dug in the rock formation, and slowly backed away with his hands loose.

The moment the warlock retreated, the staff emitted a faint white light, and the white light became brighter and brighter, and soon separated into four light balls of completely different colors, red for fire, blue for water, green for wind, purple for thunder, The spirits of nature in four colors twirled and dragged their tails, flying towards the dark front, suddenly awakening the spirits of nature underground.

In the mottled light spots, the ruins of a brick-red fortress appeared in front of several people.The indestructible fortifications of the past have become soft and brittle with the passage of time, only some rusty steel is so stiff that it maintains its original posture.Even so, when it appeared in front of their own eyes, the few people present seemed to feel the heroism of the orcs shouting and charging, and saw the murderous battlefield.

"Did you see, Nuo Lei, it's Ashabang." Ferth's call was not answered again, he gave Nuo Lei a low look, and when he looked at the warlock again, he changed into a fierce and arrogant look.

"Is this a shaman's staff?" he asked. "How do you have it?"

"This is the staff of the fallen shaman. I was lucky enough to keep his staff. If it wasn't for this, you would never have seen this scene." Warlock said under his throat, "Okay, let's go."

Along a narrow path, the warlock led several people slowly approaching the deity of Ashabang.This fortification, which looks weak from a high place, can still make people feel the steel-like solemnity after approaching, as if the shaman's will still stays on it.

West admired Ashabang in admiration. Even though it was devastated by the flames of war, this place still has the power to make people's blood boil.As he was walking, he was suddenly dragged by Betisno. He froze for a moment and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Look for yourself." West glanced back, and suddenly became dumb.On the route he was advancing just now, there were two wrestling corpses lying sideways, but it was different from the mummy seen in Ferroga's cage. The people here didn't seem to be dead, but were frozen in time, and they looked closer. You can even count the wounds on their bodies and the wrinkles on their faces.

"What's going on here?" He asked with lingering fear.

"This is the power of the shaman. He tries to purify those eroded souls in this way, but unfortunately..." the warlock clicked his lips mockingly, "Be careful, don't touch it, or—"

Before the words fell, there was a "plop" sound from behind him falling to the ground.The warlock followed the sound, and saw the orc wrapped in Nole's magic blanket hooked to the side. In an instant, the orc was reduced to ashes.

"What did I say!" Warlock stomped his feet fiercely, "Don't touch it!"

Ferth looked coldly at the ashes of the orc's corpse, and said, "I met it, so what?"

Before the warlock could answer, wolf howls came from the depths of Ashabang one after another, and everyone present tensed up, except Ferth, who did not change his face, and fixedly stared at the direction from which the sound came—

"Pound——" A loud noise exploded beside them, making people's eardrums buzz. Ferth frowned, checked Nuo Lei's condition carefully, and looked across his eyebrows. The giant white wolf formed by Linghui appeared in front of him, bared its teeth and growled threateningly.

Tsk, that's it?