If someone asks, where is the most beautiful, peaceful, and peaceful place in the land of mankind on the continent of Terrareal.
Then there is undoubtedly only one answer, and that is the plain of the wind.
This is the hinterland of the Thorn Flower Empire, the most powerful empire of mankind, backed by the Endless Sea, and surrounded by the Frostfall Mountains on the other three sides, it is the most important food production center of the empire.
The plains of the wind are endless, and the shallow grasses and roads that weave through them, coupled with the gentle breeze that blows from time to time, have made countless bards fall in love with it.
The Castle of the Lords of the Province of Whispers sits on the seashore, a giant fortress with medieval architecture and an indescribable beauty with the surrounding grasslands and the endless sea behind it.
For thousands of years, a city has also been formed around the castle of the lord of the language style.
The crisp architecture and simple people have given the city a strong charm, and to this day, the city has become a holiday destination for the nobles of the various empires of mankind.
But a wise man once said that humans are the cruelest creatures in the world, and that their ambitions will eventually destroy them or enter a new era.
Garrod, the current lord of the Plains of Whispers, was one such man, and he was bored with the luxurious and comfortable life, so he began to seek all kinds of thrills, and began to seek and desperately desire to gain great power.
Eventually, he was captivated by the evil energy of the Twisted Void, and he became a Warlock, and his group of lord mages were replaced by Warlocks who spent their days studying dark evil and summoning all kinds of demons.
Although the study of dark magic is not forbidden on the continent of Terrareal, the power is still feared and alienated.
Therefore, Lord Garrod can only put all this in the shadows, and he is not willing to contact the warlock organization on the continent: the Black Scythe Council.
Not just for their own fame, but more importantly for the sake of their own fame, they are a group of vampires who not only oppress their fellow citizens, but also turn the land wherever they go into a dark wasteland filled with only evil fire and demonic energy.
However, Lord Garrod soon found that because of the guidance and teaching of the Grand Karcist, his strength and realm had been stuck in the watershed of the Full Moon Realm, and he could not go any further, becoming the Rising Sun Realm that symbolized entering the high-end combat power.
Most of the warlocks under his command are at the level of the waning moon and the string moon realm, and only a few have reached the full moon.
Although this power is enough to destroy a country on the mainland, Garrod is still not satisfied, because he knows very well in his heart that those beings above the Chaoyang Realm are just unwilling to waste time meddling in these things, and it is far better to improve their own strength than to rule a country.
Lord Garrod decided to take a different approach, and from then on, the extremists of humanity referred to Garrod's decision on this day as the beginning of the Good Friday of Terlarryl.
The Castle of the Lords of the Winds has a sprawling basement that is more of an underground palace than a basement.
The dungeon is partly occupied, a remnant of an ancient dwarf is partial, and the rest of the area is transformed into a stately underground hall.
At this moment, in a secret and wide hall in the deepest part of the underground palace, a group of warlocks dressed in black robes and shoulder armor inlaid with evil energy crystals emitting green light were busy carving a large and complex magic circle, and Lord Garrod was also sitting on the side at the moment, looking at the busy people with some nervousness.
"Go, strengthen the guards of the dungeon, no one is allowed to enter the dungeon without my permission, otherwise you have the right to kill directly."
Garrod turned his head and spoke to a heavily armored warrior next to him.
The latter nodded, saluted, and then strode out of the hall to reinforce the security at the entrance to the Lord's Castle.
You can't blame Lord Garrod for being too careful, although there are countless uses of magic circles on the Terrareal continent, but now the one in front of him is different, this is a void summoning circle, it is a taboo among taboos, it has only one function: tear the space, connect and distort the void, and summon a powerful High Demon Lord to come to this world.
Hundreds of years ago, several Warlock Grand Masters of the Black Scythe Council opened this magic circle and then summoned an Abyss Lord to this world, which was nothing short of a disaster.
As we all know, the endless demons formed an organization called the Burning Legion, and the demons summoned by the warlocks were only low-level demons, and they were not qualified to join the Burning Legion, and they were not even worthy of cannon fodder, so the low-level demons responded to the call of the warlocks, which was also their way of survival.
And the High Demons, such as the Abyss Lord, immediately killed the Warlock Grand Master who tried to control him like ants when they came to this world, and then opened more portals, and a small group of Burning Legions came to the continent of Terlarreal, setting off a bloody storm.
In the end, many masters of the Chaoyang Realm, plus a few old things of the Sun Realm, managed to kill this small group of demons with great difficulty, and the Abyss Lord was also forcibly sent back to the Twisted Void, not because they were kind-hearted, but because they couldn't kill him at all.
Since then, the profession of warlock has been resisted by everyone, and this circle has been defined as a taboo for heresy, and once discovered, it is directly executed without trial.
At this moment, the circle had been arranged, and the warlocks looked at the lord, who hesitated slightly, and then nodded fiercely.
The warlocks who received the order immediately dispersed to various parts of the circle to control the eyes of the circle and began to cast spells.
A sense of oppression arose spontaneously as the circle began to operate, and black void energy appeared above the circle like lightning, tearing through the space.
The space was shattering, and a crack began to expand, Lord Garrod squinted his eyes and looked in, the twisted void was pure black, and nothing could be seen, but Garrod had already felt it, countless powerful beings, countless high-ranking demons who could pinch the Sun Realm to death with one finger had noticed this crack.
"Hurry up, we're running out of time to start summoning right away, we can't let anything extra come over," the lord roared.
The warlocks began to chant in unison a strange spell that Garrod had bought from the Thieves' Guild at great expense, an ancient spell supposedly from the Demonic Tome of the Twisted Void.
The spell will summon an extremely high-level Demon Lord, the Lord, not the Lord, the Demon Lord is second only to the two leaders of the Burning Legion, and is the existence at the top of the pyramid among the demons.
If there was no way to restrain the Maharaja in the Magic Book, Lord Garrod would not dare to do such a crazy thing even if he was killed.
Sure enough, a burst of coercion descended, and a maharaja answered the call.
Garrod could feel that those high-ranking demons who were paying attention to the rift also knew that this was the exclusive field of a great monarch at this moment, and they all withdrew their gazes, and no longer dared to snoop.
Hu Feng was dizzy at the moment, he suddenly went into shock in his own home on Earth, and then there were many strange memories in his mind that did not belong to him.
Like a switch, Hu Feng suddenly understood why he was born.
To put it simply, Sargeras, the god of darkness, the lord of demons, the fallen creator, and the destroyer of all things, died a great death while roaming the universe, and escaped on a planet called Azeroth, leaving only his soul to escape to Earth.
Although he no longer has a physical body, he can still do many things, so he shaped Hu Feng, and his soul sleeps in Hu Feng's body, and Hu Feng's consciousness is a divine thought of Sargeras, but it is gradually independent of Sargeras.
And when Sargeras cultivates, this body will be controlled by him, and then look for opportunities to reshape his divine body.
Hu Feng, who understood this, was silent for a while, but then the anger of the human being forced into a desperate situation and then erupting filled his heart.
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You want to replace me Although I'm just an ordinary helpless dick, I won't resign myself to fate Now that I understand this, Sargeras is sleeping, because he is one of his divine senses, so his power can also be used by himself, since he can't improve himself on the earth, then respond to this call Lao Tzu will become stronger, and in the end Lao Tzu will replace you So, the continent of Terlarreal.
The crack above the circle exploded, and green evil flames skewered out, and the entire crack was burning, and then expanded violently, and the warlocks were on guard, and Lord Garrod was surrounded by everyone.
Although they already felt that the restraint on the Demon Lord had been successful, they still did not dare to take it lightly.
A figure slowly crossed the burning spatial rift, and everyone was stunned, when did the demon lord keep up with the times so much and knew that he would turn into a human as a disguise Hu Feng had calmed down his anger, stepped through the portal, and looked coldly at the nervous crowd gathered in a circle.
Then he turned his head to look at the pair of black demon wings behind him, and touched the long curved demon horns on his forehead, and with a movement of his heart, the two slowly disappeared and hidden.
His eyes were replaced by two black and green flames, and whoever looked at him collapsed to the ground in horror and pain.
The low-level demons summoned by the warlocks, such as demon imps, succubi, and hellhounds, were even more unbearable at this time, and one by one they were like frightened chicks, clinging to the cold walls at the edge of the hall.
Several succubi couldn't even control themselves, and let out a terrible scream, the charm and enchantment of the past were completely gone, and they desperately pounded the heavy stone door of the hall in an attempt to escape from here.
Lord Garrod tried to stabilize his mind, and for the High Demons, the entire Terrariel Continent was afraid and afraid after the catastrophe of hundreds of years ago.
"Honorable Demon Lord, I am the Lord of the Plains of Language, Garodian Style, I wonder if you can tell me your name" Hu Feng was looking at the ugliness of those low-level demons with a little interest, and when he heard Garrod's words, he turned his head to look at him: "Hu Feng." ” "Uh...
Lord Hu Feng, first of all, welcome to the Terrareal Continent, this is my territory, the Yufeng Plain, and I need your help.
Well, of course, you must be extremely tired, and I have prepared the most honorable lodging and the most grand hospitality, so please relax. ” Hu Feng smiled, and then looked at Garrod.
"What about this bondage, it's also one of your treats, I like this toy very much."
Immediately, Hu Feng raised his hand and waved it casually, and the binding runes on his body appeared.
The warlocks were shocked, this time the game is too big, the restraint can't control the demon lord at all, and now he is angry, the ancestors of Nima have killed the old sons Garrod tried to keep the lord's composure, and just as he was about to explain, he was interrupted by Hu Feng.
"No need to talk nonsense, you should be glad that I am a pacifist, and I will not kill you for such a malicious little toy.
It's just... ” Speaking of this, Hu Feng snapped his fingers.
A scales of bones and flames appeared in the air, and then the scales immediately tilted towards Hu Feng.
This is the Demon Scale, which is a small gift that comes with crossing over, and has only one function: to reverse the rules.
Suddenly, those binding runes in Hu Feng's body suddenly appeared, and then flew towards Garrod's body.
And the control rune in Garrod's body also flew out and disappeared into Hu Feng's palm.
The rules were reversed, and with the difference in strength, the bondage rune became a control rune, and Lord Garrod didn't want to escape from Hu Feng's control in this life.
The warlocks didn't understand what was happening, and immediately made a posture of preparing to attack.
But everyone is not stupid, just pretending, not murderous at all.
Just kidding, let's fight the Demon Lord and go directly to the Holy Light Church to receive the purification of the Holy Fire.
The Plains of Speech is still peaceful and peaceful, and the lord has become a puppet and knows nothing about what happened to the lord's castle.
In the evening, at the top of Yufeng Castle, Hu Feng sat on the edge of the terrace, looking at the lively city and people around the castle below, and his heart was extremely happy.
Controlling the Lord of the Wind of Speech can be regarded as the first step, if you want to become stronger, you must have a huge force to serve you and provide various resources.
It took a day for Hu Feng to read the general history of the entire continent and have a preliminary understanding of the Terrariel continent.
Yufeng Plain is a treasure land of development, surrounded by mountains on three sides and by the sea on one side, easy to defend and difficult to attack.
It is also in the hinterland of the Thorn Flower Empire, the most powerful empire among human empires, and the only hidden danger is some horse bandits, and the island occupied by the Holy Light Church not far from the sea.
Because Lord Garrod was not very fond of the Church of the Light, he repeatedly refused their requests to preach in the Plains of Whispering.
Therefore, the Holy Light Church had no choice but to establish a diocese on an island not far away, called the Diocese of Yufeng.
"Don't be embarrassed, Garrod, it's not a bad thing to be controlled by me, really."
Hu Feng looked at Garrod with a smile on his mother's face of frustration.
The latter smiled reluctantly when he heard this, but it was more ugly than crying.
"As long as you are loyal to me, you are still the lord of the wind of words, and I will not take away your power, rest assured.
Besides, isn't it easy for you to summon me for the sake of power, as long as you are faithful enough to believe in me, then ... ” Hu Feng raised his hand, and a magic energy slammed into Garrod's body, the latter immediately trembled, and then his face was ecstatic, he felt that the bottleneck was loosening, and that magic energy was impacting the bottleneck in a very violent way.
After a few moments, Garrod felt a burst of relief, a feeling that was thousands of times more refreshing than doing something shameful.
Hu Feng's evil energy helped him break through, and now he was already a sunrise-level powerhouse.
It's just that the refreshment of absorbing magic energy makes him still obsessed, this is one of the biggest side effects of magic energy, although the strength of the warlocks has improved very quickly, and the power of evil energy is also extremely powerful, but the price is demon addiction, and he wants to absorb more evil energy all the time, and finally he will become a half-demon who is not a human being, and a demon is not a demon.
But Garrod didn't think so much about it at the moment, he was now full of ecstasy.
Well, although his life was in the hands of the Demon Lord, this lord seemed to be a good talker, and he did not interfere with his lordship power, as long as he served him well, he could still obtain the power he dreamed of.
If you think about it this way, once you accept this setting, except for the extra hoop spell on your head, the rest has no effect on yourself.,It's still quite emotional to think about it.。。。
Hu Feng was keenly aware of the change in Lord Garrod's mentality, and smiled with satisfaction.
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With this lord on the table as a cover, his path to strength will be reduced by many obstacles.
The citizens of Whisper Wind City had recently noticed that something was wrong with the lord's men, and they seemed to be overly excited.
The heavily armored soldiers and cavalrymen who were usually high above were like chicken blood, and their mouths let out beast-like roars, while brutally sweeping away the horse bandits on the plain of the wind of words.
Their swords burned with an uncomfortable-looking green flame, and the group placed the corpses together every time they killed a horse bandit stronghold, and then plunged the flaming swords into the corpse's chest, and a silver-white light entered their bodies with the long sword, and then they roared wildly as if they had been drugged.
If the people from the Holy Light Church were present and saw it, they would definitely go straight to work without saying a word, and this group of soldiers dared to use demonic energy to absorb the souls of the dead to strengthen themselves.
The warlocks in the lord's castle are even more refreshing, after taking refuge in the Demon Lord, their strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and the demand for magical energy is also increasing.
The Demon Lord was also very kind to summon several high-level demons to guide them in their progress, which was countless times more authentic than the Warlock Grand Master of the Black Scythe Council These high-level demons are all Gandhar Demon Priestesses, who are priest-level beings of the Burning Legion, fanatically spreading the will of the dark god Sargeras, and using dark evil energy to heal the wounded, of course, the wounded who are healed will also be corrupted by the magic energy, becoming a member of the Burning Legion's fanaticism.
They are extremely knowledgeable and incendiary about evil and the power of the Dark Void, and if these priestesses are teachers and brainwash, it will not be too fast.
So the warlocks had a long time of wanting to die, absorbing the power of the evil crystal, while accepting the brainwashing of the priestess who crushed the pyramid scheme, and now even if they were to kill the Holy Light Church headquarters to rape the Holy Maiden, they would happily run to die. t1706231537: