In the depths of the dark forest in the Great Sword Mark Mountains, where even the moonlight could not shine, there was a shrine supported by countless broken marble pillars.

The light here is very strange, different from any kind of faint fluorescence in the dark area.

The wall made of adobe is very weathered and has cracked seven to eighty-eight. Vines and moss grew in the cracks of the bricks, encroaching on every wall, not even the floor, and nibbling away at this long-forgotten ruin in a way that is peculiar to nature's plants.

The gloomy north wind blowing from the sea of ​​Neverwinter blew the shadows of the dark jungle and trees, like a ferocious living thing.

Suddenly, dim light leaked from the hundreds of cracks and holes in the wall, followed by the deafening roar of countless beasts.

Obviously, there is still life squirming in this ancient dilapidated temple.

"Flapping!"

Accompanied by the wildly swaying tree shadows, different hideous faces swayed, and the ravens and crows who were entrenched in the deep forest quaked and flew out of the jungle.

The deepest jungle of the Great Sword Scar Mountains seems to be the lair of these black birds that represent the voice of death.

In just a moment of effort, a huge, squealing black cloud condensed in the oppressive night sky.

The chaotic neighing sounds condensed together, vaguely forming a rhythmic symphony of the dead.

At this time, a figure shrouded in black robes stepped on the natural road made of rotten leaves and gravel, and walked towards the temple that scattered countless strange rays of light, slowly approaching.

The raven and the crow were still chattering and screaming, one after another merged with the dark cloud that covered the sun in the night sky, which blocked the bright moonlight and competed for the work of the dark cloud.

Countless black birds flying out of the jungle even formed a wriggling black line with the black clouds in the night sky.

Looking around, it seems that the black smoke is constantly gathering towards the black cloud.

"SIV...YZI..."

The figure shrouded in black robes faced the countless rays of light scattered from the cracks in the walls of the temple, rolling out low and hoarse strange syllables from the throat.

This is not the language of any race, it is more like a special secret language of some kind of god.

The ancient and mysterious language seems to contain some kind of special power.

When the last syllable fell, the ruins of the temple in front of the shadow were instantly lit up by some mysterious power, shining in the gloomy and depressing night.

Through the faint reddish light, you can vaguely see the magnificent and magnificent scenery of the temple, but most of them have collapsed.

If you look closely, you can even find terrifying humanoid silhouettes on the heavily weathered walls.

They held double-sided giant axes, spiked flails or striped thorn whips to decapitate, slaughter, and whip against humanoid silhouettes of different sizes.

The figure, whose whole body was shrouded in black robes, continued to walk towards the shrine of the flashing red light.

The dark shadow stepped on the soft and damp moss, crossed the tangled vines, crossed the collapsed adobe and broken marble pillars, and came to the center of this extremely damaged temple.

The shrine was once a huge oval-shaped building, as can be seen from the collapsed ruined buildings and looming silhouettes.

In the center of the temple, there is an altar outlined with blood-red demon fire, and there are many candles dotted on it.

Wax tears like scarlet blood burned with the golden and red flames like a small waterfall, slowly flowing on the altar, and finally penetrated into the inside of the engraved rune and disappeared without a trace.

Behind the altar stands a huge and vicious humanoid statue, a lifelike statue that seems to be carved from smooth basalt or black jade.

The gravel scattered under the brand-new statue seems to tell the pilgrims that this is a recently completed statue.

The shadow bowed his head to the statue, maintaining the most devout attitude, but his face hidden in the hood seemed to be integrated with the night, and no expression could be seen.

The statue is carved with a tall and terrifying Hobgoblin.

He has razor-sharp fangs, ebony skin, strong muscles, and fiery fiery pupils. He also holds a double-faced blood axe in his hand with sharp claws.

This is the statue of Magrubiya the Mighty.

He is the patron saint of goblin-like creatures, known as: Lord of Battle, High Chief, Powerful, Lord of Knowledge.

"His High Priest, everything is ready." Just as the shadow stared at the statue and pondered, a dozen figures dressed in the same clothes as him quietly walked out of the surrounding collapsed ruins.

"Then let's start." The black shadow called the high priest came back to his senses, and rolled out a low, hoarse voice from his throat again, like an echo resounding in a cold and damp dungeon.

The voice just fell.

A dozen black shadows surrounded the high priest in the center, and at the same time spread out the arms hidden by the wide sleeves, slowly stretched out, elbows bent, palms lightly pressed against the chest, facing the high priest. He bowed and saluted, then chanted obscure incantations with bizarre and complicated gestures.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to end in an instant.

When the chanted spell ended, a huge oval scarlet portal appeared in front of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, a group of hobgoblin warriors in black full-body armor with blood-red stripes filed out from the portal with various humanoid slaves entangled in chains.

The sound of crunching armor, the reverberation of boots, the collision of chains, and the wailing of slaves echoed for a long time in the ruins of the temple, which glowed with reddish light.

"The blood sacrifice begins!" When the elliptical portal disappeared, the high priest who seemed to be contemplating suddenly opened his pale yellow pupils and let out a low voice.

The high priest gently took off the black robe that covered his body, revealing pointed ears with blood-red earrings, a big dark blue nose, a burly body wrapped in scarlet-striped black full-body armor, and a twinkle that shone with scarlet rays of light. Face axe.

In the dark night, the cold moon hangs high.

The frigid north wind was overwhelming, whistling through the treetops of the dense forest, making strange screams.

"For the eternal soul war!"

The high priest raised the double-faced blood axe above his head, opened his mouth that concealed the sharp yellow teeth, and roared loudly, and then bowed deeply in front of the statue.

The cry that was enough to pierce the eardrums instantly overwhelmed the screams and fears of the slaves, echoing in the depths of the jungle.

On the altar, the scattered candles trembled slightly, waxy tears like blood droplets flowed slowly, and the flames twirling in the ferocious pupils of the statue of the Almighty were gently beating.

"Praise the great goblin-like patron, Magrubiya the Mighty!"

Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so shadows surrounding the High Priest also took off their black robes, roared in unison, and bowed deeply in front of the High Priest.

A scarred hill giant stared at the scarlet altar, the hideous and terrifying statues, and the devoutly bowed goblin priests with his eyes wide open, and let out a trembling roar.

He uneasily twisted his limbs bound by iron chains, and in this eerily silent atmosphere, the clattering sound of iron chains clattered frequently.

"boom!"

The high priest surrounding the center slowly got up, smashed the double-sided blood axe in his hand on the weathered marble floor, and fixed it in place.

He raised his arms, and flickering flames erupted from his broad palms.

The high priest danced the two flames in the palm of his hand, and his burly body fluttered with the red cloak behind him, spinning a strange sacrificial dance towards the altar and statues.

The priests surrounding the high priest also stood up one after another, jumping out of swaying flames with their hands, and then doing the same to the high priest in front of them.

Gradually, the Hobgoblin priests began to speed up their pace. Every step of them seemed to be endowed with mysterious power, and every step seemed to be dancing a strange ring dance.

The firelight in their hands dispelled the deep darkness, erratic in motion.

All the slaves who were escorted by the hobgoblin warriors were enveloped in an invisible fear by the dance of the hobgoblin sacrifice, so that they became restless.

The slaves followed the dance of the hobgoblin sacrifice, madly shaking the iron chains that rattled around them, as if it were a tacit dance accompaniment.

After half an hour, the high priest faced the altar and the statue, and suddenly stopped.

The Hobgoblins surrounding the High Priest also stopped moving at the same time, facing the High Priest.

At the same time, the flames that were beating in the palms were silently extinguished.

The high priest stared silently at the altar outlined by the blood-red demonic fire. The two hobgoblin warriors dragged the madly struggling hill giant to the altar and held it tightly.

The hill giant let out a mournful wailing, but no one paid him any attention.

The high priest lifted the double-sided blood axe and walked to the altar step by step along the blood path dragged by the hill giant on the ground.

"Pfft!"

The blade of the blood axe flashed a strange red glow, and the mourning of the hill giant stopped abruptly.

On the altar, the dotted candles kept jumping and trembling, blood-red wax tears gurgled like a small waterfall, and hot flames burst out from the ferocious pupils of the statue of the Mighty One.

Along with ogres, snakes, trolls and other humanoids, they were dragged to the altar one by one.

The candles on the altar swayed wildly like a small tree in a gust of wind, and the blood-red wax tears galloped down like a galloping waterfall.

A raging fire burned in the ferocious pupils of the statue of the Almighty.

All the hobgoblin warriors and hobgoblin priests boiled over.

At the same time, they burst into a burst of cheers praising the Almighty, one wave after another.

I do not know how long it has been……

The ruins of the temple, which were illuminated by fire, suddenly became deadly silent, and all the hobgoblin warriors and priests all turned their attention to the statue of the Almighty.

Little by little divine brilliance gradually emerged on the statue.

All fell to their knees deeply on the weathered marble floor, chanting prayers praising the Mighty One.

"Go to the Emerald Wilderness!"

The voice full of divinity reverberated on the statue, and a ferocious phantom of the goblin appeared behind him. With the double-sided blood axe in the phantom's hand pointing to the east, many flickering pictures appeared out of thin air, and finally settled on the horn town in the emerald field.

"I felt the loss of power."

"Destroy them!"

"I will give you the rewards you deserve!"

...

The radiance full of divinity disappeared with the phantom, and a mysterious power swayed on all the believers who were kneeling deeply.

One after another, suppressed cries of pain sounded one after another in the group of goblins...

Their bodies are undergoing visible changes.

Some people grow ferocious corners, some stretch out **** red wings, and some even show sharp fangs, sturdy giant tails and other strange appearance characteristics.

The only high priest who didn't change anything was obviously relieved when everyone didn't notice it.

I saw that he took advantage of the gap between bowing and salute to the Almighty, wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, and rolling out a low and hoarse voice in his throat: "Follow the will of my Lord!"

The ferocious tree shadows are still swaying wildly with the whistling north wind, and the cold moonlight sprinkles in the depths of the jungle through the gaps in the tree shadows, emitting a little silver light.

I do not know how long it has been……

A group of gnolls shone with scarlet rays of light in this shrine of dilapidated buildings and ruins.

These gnolls are taller and burlier than ordinary gnolls. In addition to the ferocious spikes on their backs, their skin and dense manes also show a darker red than the night.

"Under the witness of the great gnoll king, the high priest of the Hulk Hobgoblin tribe, his most devout people have integrated the power of all tribes, and the leader of the Bloodmane gnoll tribe is here as promised."

A gnoll wearing dark black heavy armor and scarlet mane swept the gaze of a predator to the high priest who was shrouded in black robes again, and said coldly.

"As you wish, just as I promised you, I will assist you against the attack of the giants of the hills." The high priest looked at the gnoll leader lightly, and said calmly, "The strongest leader of the gnoll tribe. , are you still satisfied?"

After the high priest finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and half of the hobgoblin warriors and hobgoblin priests around him all joined the team of the gnoll leader.

"Don't worry, the king of gnolls is above. When I finish cleaning up the hill giants, I will definitely help you sweep across the emerald fields." The gnoll leader grinned and led the newly joined hobgoblins into the depths of the jungle.

Thick dark clouds silently blocked the cold moonlight, and a group of homing crows quaked and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

When the cold moonlight swayed in the cracks of the jungle again, a blue-skinned giant whose body was as high as the trees came down to the periphery of the ruined temple with a group of hands.

"The High Priest, the Storm Reavers of Mount Varnas are invited to come." The frost giant wearing a ridged helmet and a snow-white winter wolf cloak walked proudly with a confident pace, sharp as if capable of cutting The cold blue eyes stared at the calm high priest.

"The Patriarch of the Bloodmane Gnoll Tribe has been blessed by the King of Gnolls. Respected Storm Reaver, that's all I can help you." The calm-looking High Priest clenched his hands hidden behind his wide sleeves. Fist, said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Hobgoblin warriors and Hobgoblin priests standing beside him cast their puzzled eyes on the calm leader.

However, their doubts were exchanged for unquestionable orders.

"Thank you for your generosity." The frost giant smashed the tree that was stroking his helmet in front of him with a punch, bowed slightly to the high priest, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the jungle with his doubtful hobgoblin allies.

The high priest stared at the disappearing figure, then turned to look at the dilapidated altar and the finely carved statue of the Almighty, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and looked at the cold moonlight through the gap in the jungle.

"The High Priest of the Hobgoblin Tribe of Heruk, Thorne of Waterfall Town is invited to stop." After some time, a figure in a cloak appeared silently behind the Hobgoblin priest.