Weitestan slowly opened his eyes. Hmm... His consciousness emerged from the chaos, as if he was swimming up from the bottom of a very deep water. Every time he floated, he could feel the surrounding water pressure reducing, but his body was still not as heavy as his own.
The light was dazzling, and he instinctively squinted his eyes. His pupils shrank several times before he could barely adapt.
There was a burnt smell in the air, mixed with the fishy smell of earth and some indescribable dry smell unique to my father's territory that I smelled a long time ago.
His body was shaking. It wasn't an earthquake, but something was grabbing him and moving him.
He could feel those thick fingers clasping on the back of his neck and back. The knuckles were as hard as steel. Every time he flapped his wings, they would tighten slightly with the ups and downs of his body, as if to confirm that the thing under his claws had not fallen.
?!
Weitestan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Weitestan twisted his neck and turned his head at a small angle with difficulty.
He saw the owner of that claw - black scales and thick knuckles, glowing coldly in the sun.
His gaze moved upwards along the paw, landing on the familiar dragon face that he had seen since childhood, and was now tightly tensed.
Lord Protector. He opened his mouth and squeezed out a hoarse, weak syllable from his throat. "Guard... Lord Protector..."
Weitestan's voice was so small that he was not sure whether it made any sound.
His throat was very dry, his vocal cords seemed to have been polished with sandpaper, and every word had a hoarse, rough friction sound.
The Protector ignored him. His dark golden vertical pupils did not even move away from the black patch of land in the distance for a moment.
Weitestan turned his head with difficulty and looked forward following the gaze of the Protector.
Then he forgot that he was still being held, the pain in his neck, and that he had just recovered from the coke state.
He saw the black material, which was like a tide and a flame, spreading outward from the direction of Forbidden Land.
The speed was not fast, but the overwhelming expansion, like something breathing slowly on the ground, made his heart beat violently in his chest.
It covered the ground, covered the gravel, and covered the fallen trees affected by the battle.
The moment they were covered, the trees turned from green to gray, from gray to black, and then shattered, like a piece of burnt charcoal that dispersed into powder at the slightest touch.
Somewhere, on the top of a mountain, the wind was so strong that it made the robes of several people rustle.
They put their hands on their foreheads to shield themselves from the wind and sand, and squinted their eyes to look at the black engulfing the earth in the distance.
Kertison's face was very ugly. His lips were pursed into a straight line, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows were so deep that they looked like they had been carved with a knife.
The current situation is somewhat beyond their expectations.
Forbidden Land There is something abnormal happening there, and it is most likely related to the King of Warcraft.
The original plan was to use the demon god's broken body to awaken Aiyileiyas, let it create chaos, attract the attention of Valerirus and the Lord Protector, and then take the opportunity to sneak into Forbidden Land to search for what they need.
But now, Aiyileiyas has indeed been awakened, created chaos, and attracted Valerirus's attention.
But something was wrong with Forbidden Land - that black thing was not their plan, and never had been.
"By the way, isn't this your plan?"
Kertison turned his head and looked at the old man beside him. His tone was very calm, but it meant "you'd better explain it to me".
The old man was silent for a moment.
"If I said now that this is different from our original plan - would you believe it?"
"Haha." Kertison looked back.
The old man also frowned. "There is indeed a problem now. Everything is too coincidental - where did your demon god's remains come from?"
Kertison did not answer immediately. He stared at the slowly spreading black in the distance and spoke after a while.
"You don't have to ask me, I don't know this kind of information." Kertison is telling the truth. He is not at a high enough level in the organization.
He would do whatever the clan leader asked him to do, and he would not inquire if the clan leader did not let him know. This is the reason why he can survive well in the organization until now.
The old man didn't ask any more questions. His eyes fell on the black patch in the distance, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.
People from Silence Society encountered a small amount of this substance when they entered Forbidden Land. They called it "Filth Nexus" or "God-Withering Miasma". It is said to be the cursed power that seeped out of the body of an ancient Evil God when he died and will corrode all life.
"So, our cooperation can be over." Kertison said.
Not because of danger... although it was indeed dangerous here - but because there were so many variables here that he felt that his brain was not used enough.
He needs to go back and report to the clan leader.
"Huh?" The old man tilted his head.
Kertison took out a palm-sized metal device from the inside of his robe.
The crystals on the surface of the device were flashing irregularly, alternating red and blue, as fast as a cry for help. His face changed from "ugly" to "ashen" in an instant.
Kertison raised his head suddenly.
"The clan leader-headquarters was attacked?"
Several people behind the old man grasped their weapons at the same time.
The air suddenly became tense, and the sound of wind mixed with the slow squirming sound of black matter in the distance, forming a low-frequency noise that made people feel numb.
Kertison's eyes swept over the old man's face, and then over the faces of the people behind the old man.
He was judging, judging whether the expressions on their faces were real or fake, whether their hands were holding weapons because they were nervous or preparing to attack.
The result of his judgment was that they were also confused.
"This has nothing to do with us."
The old man spoke again, this time his tone was much more serious than before.
"I'm very curious about where your 'first seat' is." Kertison stared straight at the old man.
"If it reassures me, can you tell me where he lives now?" Kertison's tone was no longer polite.
"No, I don't know either." There was a hint of exhaustion in the old man's tone, "None of this has anything to do with us."
"Who believes you!"
Kertison's hand suddenly swung out from his cuff, and a cold light flew out from his fingertips, so fast that the air was cut through and a sharp whistle came out.
It was a hidden weapon, a slender silver needle with a dark purple coating on the surface. The tip of the needle shone with an ominous blue light in the sunlight. The hidden weapon flew towards the old man's face.
Kertison turned around while throwing out the hidden weapon and ran towards the rear. His pace was so fast that the hem of his robe floated up.
The other few people followed closely behind him, and for a moment there was a chaos of footsteps with splashing gravel.
The old man sighed. When he stretched out his hand from the cuff of his robe, the hidden weapon was already sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger.
He glanced at the blue color on the tip of the needle - seeing the poison that sealed the throat with blood. He threw the concealed weapon on the ground and waved to the person behind him.
"No need to chase."
"Sir?" the person behind asked.
"We need to ask the superiors." The old man said, looking in the direction where Kertison disappeared.
He also frowned. What happened? Something went wrong with Mo? Or did the other party direct and act on his own? It's not necessary. Silence Organization What did you lose on that end?
Moreover, the headquarters was attacked, and this kind of thing cannot be faked.
Now the situation in mainland China is getting more and more complicated.
"Then... Sir, where are we now?" The person behind asked again.
"Where is Venerable An now?"
"Already near Forbidden Land. Originally, I wanted to use the stealth spell to sneak into Forbidden Land, but now there is no order, and it is still there."
"Let him come back first, we need to do other things." Those people nodded and disappeared in the wind.
Somewhere far away from Vagrian and the nations.
At the end of the mountain range, the mountains converge into a slender, gray-white ridge. At the end of the ridge is a vertical, smooth stone wall, as if cut from the middle by some force.
The color of the stone wall is much darker than the surrounding rocks, almost black, and the surface is covered with fine cracks that seem to have been eroded by the years.
At the foot of the stone wall is a piece of rubble, and there is an artificially dug hole in the rubble pile.
The opening of the hole is not big, and can only allow one person to pass sideways, but it is very deep inside, and the wind blows out, carrying a damp, old smell, like a cellar that has not been ventilated for a long time.
A huge dragon covered with purple crystals lay on the gravel.
Valeria's body occupied most of the open space in front of the cave entrance. Its tail dragged on the ground, and the tip of its tail carved a deep ravine in the gravel.
Its four eyes glowed slightly in the darkness, and its left eye was moving, scanning from the entrance to the cave, and from the inside to the entrance.
"Finally found it."
Valeria's voice is very soft.
It also didn't expect that the palace was different from the location in its memory. It was not a little bit off, but a lot off.
It searched repeatedly in its memory, pieced together the images that were blurred and fragmented by time, and then compared them one by one with the terrain in front of it.
Maybe it's because crustal movements have changed the landscape over the long years, or maybe it remembers it wrong.
Anyway, it was found and someone lived in it.
Valeria turned his head and looked at the few little things beside him that were blasted out of the hole and were squatting tremblingly next to the pile of rubble.
They were wearing uniform dark blue uniforms, and the symbol composed of geometric figures on their chests shimmered in the purple light of the spar.
Some people lowered their heads, some were trembling, some were secretly looking at the giant beast from the corner of their eyes, some were already lying on the ground, but their chests were still heaving, which meant they were not dead.
"So - the one named 'Zong Zhang' is your leader?" Valeria asked.
The leader's lips trembled, and he nodded after hesitating for a moment.
"How long have you lived in my palace?"
The leader opened his mouth and closed it again - the younger man next to him could no longer hold back, his shoulders were shaking, tears squeezed out from the slits of his closed eyes, and flowed down his cheeks.
"I don't know... I'm new here... wuwuwu..."
"Don't make any noise!"
Valeria's tail slapped on the ground, causing gravel to fly. The man was so frightened that he suddenly stopped talking and even choked back his sobs. Only his shoulders were still twitching slightly uncontrollably.
Valeria is very annoying to humans.
It's not the "annoying" kind of trouble, it's the "you are too complicated, your emotions change too much, you are always crying, always laughing, always saying something I don't understand" kind of trouble.
"You broke into my master's palace without permission-" Valeria lowered his head and approached the man with four glowing eyes.
"So you have to compensate me. To be precise, you are my master."
The people around looked at each other. Some had their mouths open, some stared, and some had given up thinking and collapsed on the ground.
Their patriarch—the being who in their minds is omnipotent, always strategizing, and never makes mistakes—had just escaped under the cover of the rest of the group.
Didn't take them with me.
"And my master's temper is not good." It said this seriously. It remembered that it had just woken up and half of its body was struck by a golden lightning before it could figure out the situation.
It hurts just thinking about it.
Valeria waited a few breaths and continued.
"That means - you have to work for me.
Do you understand?"
Several people's heads were nodding like chickens pecking at rice.
"Now, go and mend that hole for me."
Valeria raised its chin towards the hole it made. It didn't come for so long that it forgot where the intersection was, so it directly made a hole in the mountain wall.
Its claws dug on the mountain wall a few times, and the gravel fell down.
Then it saw the little things inside - these people in dark blue uniforms were having a meeting in a large room filled with books and instruments.
Then it blasted them all out.
Phew, the mission is finally completed.
Go find the adults next.
Valeria stood up from the rubble and shook the dust off its body. Its left wing had been completely restored, its wing membrane was smooth and complete, and its bones were strong and strong.
After its body was nourished by ores during this period, the color of its scales was darker than before, and the purple crystal light was brighter than before.
It was about to spread its wings when it caught a glimpse of something black in the rubble next to the entrance of the cave.
Very small, a small cluster, like a flame but not a flame, like a shadow but not a shadow.
It beat silently in the shadow of the rubble pile, and the surrounding ground was stained with a thin layer of gray-white powder, as if it had been corroded by something.
"What the hell?" Valeria leaned over. He stared at the small cluster of black with his four eyes and frowned.
It stretched out its claws and pulled the gravel. After the gravel was pushed away, the cluster of black flames beat more violently, as if in response to something.
Valeria took a sniff, and there was a faint sweet smell that sounded like sulfur and rot in the air.
Forget it, wait until the master comes.