Further north of the Northland Coastal Corridor is a barren land, with hardy woods and strange terrain turning it into a paradise for werewolves, ice bears, and other creatures, and even more powerful magical creatures that hovered the depths of this vast land, such as silver dragons, white dragons, frost giant lords, and more.
Therefore, although the road to the Eastern Exile Land was the result of the adventurers of the past generations and avoided the most dangerous areas, the caravans and pedestrians walking on these roads were still often attacked in various ways, covering the Northland with a layer of bloody chaos, and it was called the paradise of outlaws.
In the cold moon, this area has long been covered with white, even the perennial dark green trees are covered with pure white veil, at a glance, there is no trace of variegated color, if you stare at them for a long time, you will not even be able to open your eyes.
However, on the road where the car marks have not yet been covered by snowflakes, shocking clouds of blood are spreading, and the random discarding of swords, spears, giant hammers and other weapons show that there was once a fierce battle here.
Following the footprints on the ground, leaving the avenue and walking north, you will see a primeval forest that cannot be seen, and in the depths of the forest, there is a hidden gap leading to the ground, and at the end of it is a rather wide underground cavern.
In the underground caves, torches are inserted into the stone walls, making the whole place brightly lit, but the flames burning on these torches are extremely strange pale, as if there is no temperature, no soul of their own, and there is a dead silence Pale light poured down from the torches and shone on the black-robed men who were prostrate on the ground in the cave, setting them off in an eerie and terrifying manner.
These black-robed men had their foreheads pressed against the ground, and it was clear from the features of their bodies and sides of their faces that they did not all belong to the human race, ranging from werewolves with long hairy cheeks, to orcs with distinct signs of various beasts, to frost giants who occupied a large area They remained motionless, like dead corpses, and in the center of their worship was an altar made of white bones, and a black-robed man with eyes that seemed to have pale flames jumped stood in front of the altar, quietly staring at the mysterious patterns that emitted a strong aura of death, and at the giant sickle that symbolized the harvest of life placed on the altar.
"To be born is to be born, and that is the beginning of death, and that is an end that we can never escape" The black-robed man raised his hands violently and chanted an inexplicable prayer, and a pale flame rose from the altar.
"Birth means the beginning of death" The black-robed ones who looked like corpses finally moved, and their bodies trembled slightly with a hoarse humming sound.
The voice of the High Priest at the front is mysterious, and the extreme fanaticism is expressed in extreme coldness: "Life is short and meaningless compared to the long time after death, and only darkness, coldness, and death are the eternal themes."
"We will eventually decay, and our souls can only be avoided by entering the kingdom of death and sleep."
The High Priest's gaze became hollow: "Today we will offer sacrifices to our Lord and our own lives, so that the soul may be supported and it will truly endure."
"I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul," the black-robed man replied as if he had been hypnotized, and his voice was numb and undulating.
Hearing their answers, the high priest breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and he sent another group of devout believers to the Lord, so that the true meaning of death could be revealed, and according to the Lord's sacrifice to his soul, such a self would be closer and closer to the Lord, and would be more and more free from the mortal body and soul and transform into a true messenger of death.
When the time comes, you will be sublimated with both life and soul, and become a powerful being comparable to legendary magicians and epic knights Thinking of this, he only felt that the pale flame of death in his heart was "burning" more and more violently and strangely, faintly "burning" in his mind and around him, a world of death that seemed to be nothing, an extremely peaceful world full of undead creatures.
"This is indeed a sign that I am getting closer and closer to the Lord, and I can already vaguely sense the great and divine Paradise of Death, and when my sense of it becomes extremely clear, it will be my chance to attain essential detachment."
At this moment, the sleeping humans around the altar woke up, some of them richly dressed, some in leather armor, no different from the caravans walking on the trade roads of the Northlands.
"What are you going to do," some people panicked and stunned to accuse.
"Damn bandits, you will pay for the attack on us" Some were still in a state of rage.
"Please spare us, the goods and money are yours, and it is useless to kill us."
Some people noticed the abnormality from the strangeness around them, and their whole body trembled.
The High Priest looked up, and pale flames danced in his deep, dark eyes, and the sight of these two flames made the humans paralyzed, unable to make a sound.
"Go to the middle of the altar and give your life to the Lord."
The high priest made a sound that the flat plate did not fluctuate.
The merchants and mercenaries were unusually pale and full of fear, but they could not resist the high priest's command, and they stood up as if enchanted, and walked involuntarily towards the center of the altar.
The man who had walked first to the pale flame trembled and picked up the black scythe, his eyes full of fear, fear, despair, and madness, but his hand was unusually calm and slit his throat with the weightless scythe.
There was a hideous mouth in his throat, but not a drop of blood spurted out, his whole body quickly withered, his skin wrinkled, and in a short moment he turned into a dry corpse, and something transparent seemed to float out of his body, thrown into the "pale flame".
The pale flames suddenly rose a little higher, and the edge of the black scythe had a trace of crimson and black.
The High Priest felt a heartfelt pleasure that surpassed any enjoyment, a pleasure that made him yearn for the ceremony, even without the Lord's strength and reward.
The world of death, which loomed in his mind and in the space around him, became a little clearer.
"My ascension has gone further, closer to the Lord," the High Priest groaned to himself, but no one in the entire underground cavern paid attention to his gaffe.
One by one, the sacrifices harvested their own lives, making the pale flames grow stronger and stronger, as if they were about to jump out of the altar.
"Come, show your piety, life is short, death is eternal," the high priest said with a sharp turn, solemn adoration.
The black-robed man's voice changed, and he said feverishly: "I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul."
The frenzy made the Death Scythe seem to be sensitive, and with a buzzing sound, it flew from the altar and hovered over the roof of the underground cavern.
"I am willing to give my life to the Lord in exchange for the support of my soul" Once again, the black-robed ones prayed in unison, but no longer answers, but heartfelt requests.
A crimson scythe at the edge of the blade seemed to absorb all the light, making the entire underground cavern dark, except for the pale flames in the center that remained untouched.
The giant scythe fell suddenly, just as it fell into the pale flames, and at this moment, the bodies of those black-robed people shook in unison, and their eyes lost all their brilliance, as if something important had been sucked into the flames.
The pale flames expanded, submerging the entire underground cavern, and the skin of those black-robed ones began to rot, and dark red flames jumped out of their eyes, transforming into undead creatures in an instant The high priest was even more happy, and could no longer distinguish between the material world and the paradise of death, but felt that his soul had been greatly sublimated.
"Enjoy your sacrifices, O great Lord of Death," he called out to the caverns, and the undead raised their arms like a forest.
The pale flames suddenly retracted, condensing and condensing to the size of a person, but an illusory gate appeared in the center.
The gate opened, and a monster in a black cloak appeared in the flames, and behind it was the plain where countless undead roamed, and at its feet were palaces of various white bones.
This monster is like the embodiment of death, and it is impossible to look at it directly, because when you see it, you will immediately lose all its vitality, but fortunately, it cannot step out of this pale flame, and it cannot let death envelop the world.
The high priest only felt that his soul was fluttering, and he seemed to have improved his essence, and he couldn't extricate himself.
"My strength has strengthened again, and my soul has been sublimated again" The monster in the black cloak looked out, and a trace of abnormal fluctuations suddenly appeared in its pale and empty eyes, and then, its body separated itself as if looking in a mirror, but both of them were only half of the breath of the past.
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The detached Death Monster burst into pale flames, engulfing itself, and then merging with the surrounding flames and altars.
With the strange incantation sound of the monster's remaining body, the flames tumbled violently, condensing towards the shape of a substantial gate, and gradually dyed with a rich color of blood. rumble When the gate appeared vaguely, an unimaginable chaotic killing aura emanated, and as a result, a rare winter thunder sounded in the sky outside, and the entire cavern began to shake violently, bringing the entire vast land to shake.
The High Priest suddenly found that his soul had been sublimated to the extreme, and the world of death around him and in his mind was completely clear.
"I made it" His inner ecstasy emerged, so he prepared to merge himself with the world of death and gain the power of legends, but at this moment, the world of death disappeared at once, and a ball of flesh appeared in front of him with an unknown number of eyes, how many heads, and how many hands and feet.
After seeing this ball of flesh, the high priest felt that his soul had completely changed, and his ability to think quickly disappeared.
"No" He let out a final cry of rage and fear, and his body became strangely shaped, with thick black tentacles growing.
In Kswickne, the capital of the Northland Coastal Corridor, the "Burning Lady" stood up and felt the ultimate evil and chaos emerge in the distance.
"Herculi, what's going on?"
she hastened to contact the Monarch of Qi, Hurchuli.
Helchuli, who was floating at the top of the magic tower, held the crystal ball and said in a solemn tone: "The will of the abyss is trying to descend, we must stop it immediately, I have already informed the council" This kind of thing, at least one Grand Arcanist can deal with it, and Helen of Palmella's Cottage is guarding Alinge If the Abyss Will really comes, even if the injury is not healed, it is an extremely terrifying thing, this time there is no divine descent will fight back, and who knows if it will explode on a whim and destroy this northern land
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