Winter City, in the basement of a magnificent manor in the noble district.

The dark phosphorous flames are indefinitely extinguished, and the surroundings are extremely gloomy.

Through the dim light, many evil and eerie reliefs can be found on the walls, as well as a phantom of a demon shrouded in darkness.

A dark priest with an evil aura stood on the altar.

He was wearing a black robe with purple lace, holding a silver-white skull holy emblem, and a metal mask with a fearful expression on his face.

In front of this dark priest, there are a group of believers kneeling on the ground, there are nobles, adventurers, civilians, and even a few players.

The dark priest recited the depraved prayer, his tone full of fanaticism: "Believers, our opportunity has come! Let us welcome the coming of the dark king together!

All who dare to stand up against the Dark Lord must be knocked down by the Hand of Darkness. Only by serving the king of darkness can you gain true power.

By whatever means, we should spread the fear of the Dark Lord to every corner of Winterfell, and destroy those fools who refuse to follow the Dark Lord or receive the truly great power...

Now, let the world follow us in chanting the name of the Dark Lord - Bane! ! "

"Bane!"

"Bane!"

"Bane!!"

All the believers raised their voices and hysterically shouted the names of the gods.

A burst of frenzied cries echoed in the hidden, twisted temple.

"Bane!!"

On the huge altar made of obsidian, the dark priest roared for the last time, making all the believers quiet.

"The great king of darkness told me that the city of Winter has ushered in chaos! The remnants of the godslayers are about to start a tragic battle with the hobgoblins!"

"Godslayer? Hobgoblin?"

There was a commotion among the believers.

"quiet!"

The dark priest gave a low voice, and the cold eyes under the mask flickered like a ghost, looking at the silent crowd, said solemnly:

"Now! No matter what means! Hatred, fear, destruction, conspiracy... Let us spread fear to every corner of Winter City under the gaze of the Dark King!"

...

With the prayers of the goblin wizard Malvasia resounding throughout the main material plane, similar scenes occurred one after another in the dark corners.

However, it was the followers of the Mighty One who responded most strongly.

The northern wasteland, in a dark cave in a mountain range.

An angry flame burst out from the eyes of a goblin priest, and roared: "Damn goblin crap, trying to infiltrate my lord's domain! Pass my order! Send all hunters, and immediately clean up all goblin slaves on a large scale! One Do not stay!

Now! Open the portal! To the Emerald Wilds! Stop them at all costs! "

Obviously, conferring gods is just the beginning.

When the ceremony of conferring the gods is completed, a larger massacre is also brewing. All over the world, a large number of goblins may gather around the goblin guardian god.

In the same way, these goblins will suffer the mad slaughter of hobgoblins and bear goblins.

This will be an extremely tragic process!

This endless battle will continue until one side is completely destroyed.

...

City of Ten Thousand Gates: Sigil City.

Inside the secret base of the Church of the Patronus.

A group of faint blue firelight kept jumping and trembling in the darkness: "The third seed started the ceremony of conferring gods ahead of time."

"Guard the growth of the new **** at all costs!"

"All forces on the material plane have been notified."

"Remember! Don't focus the main battlefield on the periphery of Silent Forest!"

"receive."

The flickering blue flames went out, and the room fell into deadly darkness again.

Winter City, Lower City.

In a dilapidated courtyard.

The human old man leaning on the reclining chair suddenly opened his turbid eyes, subconsciously looking at the quiet forest still shrouded in dark clouds.

"The green dragon will be handed over to you, you must remember, don't lead him to the battlefield." The human old man said slowly.

"Don't worry, you can leave it to me." A little loli unconcernedly stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, patted her little chest, and replied extremely confidently.

After he finished speaking, he hummed an outdated ditty and hopped out of the courtyard.

Walking and walking, Little Loli paused for a while, then returned to the old man's side, pulled his skinny arm, and said coquettishly:

"Old man, you promised me that when I help you block the green dragon, when you come back, you will help me rob the wizard tower... If you want the wizard tower back, you have to keep your word."

"Don't worry!" The old human rubbed the little loli's head and said with a smile.

"Hum hum hum! I must be relieved! Because you have never lied to me. When I come back, I must float this flying wizard tower to the very center of the endless sea, and then stand on the top of the tower and fish every day. Big whale."

Staring at the figure of Little Loli disappearing into the sky as a black dot, the old human man straightened his hunched waist and slowly closed his eyes.

He heard countless prayers, which echoed in his ears over and over again.

He also heard the surging waves of the Shadowmoon Inner Sea and the Sea of ​​​​Glory, and even heard the evil depraved spells in the underground chambers, and the cries of countless residents fleeing out of the city in fear.

However, he didn't care at all.

I saw him walking firmly in the direction of the Wizard's Tower.

A sahuagin wielding a trident chases a civilian, and he doesn't care.

He remained indifferent as a group of sahuagin priests chanted divine spells to summon the storm.

"The age of contempt is coming! Sinners! Haven't you woken up yet? The whip of the gods, representing divine punishment, is beating your filthy soul and body! Tremble! Hahaha..."

A sloppy young man stood on the collapsed ruins, looking down at the panicked crowd chased by the Sahuagin, babbling nonsense and laughing wantonly.

The old man's footsteps paused involuntarily. Looking at the neurotic young man, he sighed slightly and waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, the madly laughing figure disappeared without a trace, leaving only a stunned sahuagin, who was thrusting a sharp trident into the air.

Then, the old human continued to walk in the direction of the wizard tower.

He passed through the illusion spell of the wizard's tower and came to this verdant valley.

The sun shone on the low trees, casting shadows.

As far as the eye can see, the towering tower is not far from him.

However, there is no shadow of any wizards in this 'Wizard's Asylum', which often gathers spellcasters from all over the world. Instead, there are countless soldiers standing by, as if guarding the entire tower.

They were so dark that the water surrounding the entire wizard's tower was blocked.

"Welcome the return of the guardian of Winter City!"

The city lord of Winter City saw the old man appearing, and the expression on his face was not surprised. Instead, he shouted and half-knelt on the green grass respectfully.

"Welcome the return of the guardian of Winter City!"

At the same time, Brant, the young city lord of Winter City, and all the solemn soldiers all knelt on the grass and shouted.

"Get up." The human old man waved his hand.

He stood there and hesitated for a long time, and finally moved his footsteps and went straight to the wizard's tower from a road that was out of the way.

The first floor of the tower.

There is no one person in the empty hall, only a hazy and illusory statue in the center, which is quite desolate.

"Love doesn't know where it came from, and it goes deep. I hate that I don't know where I am, and I smile and disappear." After I don't know how long, a faint sigh suddenly sounded...

"Boom!"

Along with a light blue light fluctuation on a portal made of a large number of precious gems and secret materials behind the statue, the hazy and illusory statue collapsed and turned into a pile of ruins.

Near the West Gate of Winter City.

A paladin in silver-white armor led a group of panic-stricken refugees through an unmanaged gate.

The current Winter City is in complete chaos.

The entire city's garrison and army have disappeared, and it has become an unmanageable, chaotic city.

At this moment, countless sahuagins landed from the Sea of ​​​​Glory and the Inner Sea of ​​Shadowmoon, and slaughtered everything frantically.

Groups of sahuagin priests kept praying, accompanied by high-spirited divine spells, the sea level of the Sea of ​​​​Glory and the Inner Sea of ​​the Shadowmoon was rising at a slow rate.

Obviously, the purpose of these devils from the deep sea is to turn this port city into the waves of the sea, so that the Shadowmoon Inner Sea and the Glory Sea are completely connected.

Countless city dwellers and nobles who were taking chances were completely panicked.

The vast deserted beach outside the West City Gate is covered with gravel and gravel, and clusters of weeds stubbornly emerge. It became pale yellow, showing a desolate color.

"You are the paladin Miss Nolan, right?"

When a paladin came to the desert outside the city with hordes of refugees, a pure-blood druid stepped on the soft sand, walked up to her, and bowed in salute.

"I am." Paladin Nolan bowed in return.

"I'm Gust from Taran Village. I was asked by Mr. Thorne to come here to receive refugees." The elf druid said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, a group of adventurers who avoided the wind and sand came out of the bunker one after another.

The paladin took a closer look and found that the group of people wore badges with peaks and swords on their right shoulders. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you from... Yuanshan Town?"

"Yuanshan Town has long since become a thing of the past, just like the wind and sand in the sky." The Druid smiled bitterly, interrupting the paladin's words: "This is not the time to chat, let's take these refugees away as soon as possible."

"Then these people will rely on you. Thank you very much for your help. May the God of Suffering protect you and reach the safe area smoothly." Paladin Nolan took out the holy emblem, put it on his chest, and respectfully walked towards the Druid. A gift.

"What do you mean?" Druigster froze in place.

"Yes, there are still many people in the city who need me to save, and I have to go back again to take out those refugees who are far from fleeing." The paladin turned to look in the direction of Winter City.

By this time, the clear sky above the city had already turned blood red.

Vaguely, she also heard some kind of demon's wanton laughter.

Looking at the determined expression of the paladin girl in front of her, the elf druid who was trying to dissuade her recalled a certain night in a trance.

Recalling the fierce battle in the ruins of Talan Village, recalling the thin girl who turned into a colorful fierce tiger without hesitation.

Another persistent girl, so similar to her.

Touched by his heartstrings, he sighed deeply, turned around and glanced at the hands he brought, frowned for a long time, and then made up his mind:

"I'll wait for you here for four hours. As soon as the time is up, we'll leave immediately. You... just do it yourself."

"Thank you very much!" Paladin Nolan bowed deeply to the Druid and walked towards the city without hesitation.

A strong gust of wind slammed into the face, lifted the overwhelming yellow sand, and let out a howl like a beast, making it difficult and desperate.

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