The Oriole

"Foolish... priest!"

Watching the temple be set ablaze by divine fire, Iwa had no intention of putting it out.

Temples were something Iwa was unwilling to meddle with, even though he had already occupied this city.

Gods must not be insulted!

The same went for their temples. Being noticed by a god was no good thing—especially a true god.

Iwa's enormous body prowled through the city, and before long, he had located the City Lord's Manor.

There, he sensed an unusual aura.

Iwa raised his head slightly and chuckled in a low voice. "Let me see just what you blackskins have been hiding in the dark."

Within an underground tunnel, Huo Ling stood silently.

His gaze rested on the distant city, which looked as though it had been set aflame.

He still vaguely remembered what the city had looked like the last time he came here.

Who would have thought that in only a few years, the city would be reduced to ashes?

Huo Ling had been here for more than half a month. Ever since Yuwen began attacking this dark elf city, Huo Ling had been hiding here.

He had set up a magic array to conceal his aura, ensuring that neither side in the battle would discover him.

Of course, if that servant god searched carefully and deliberately, he could still find Huo Ling.

But none of them had expected Huo Ling to be lurking in the shadows.

During this time, every provocation by Yuwen and every counterattack by the servant god had unfolded before Huo Ling's eyes.

It only made Huo Ling covet the secrets hidden within this dark elf city even more.

Iwa had arrived, leading two other legendary dragons to drive back the servant god and kill the legendary priest Xila.

All of it happened