Neozu died, died inexplicably and was not worth mentioning. At least he saw this thought, but his behavior before his death made the originally chaotic situation even more dangerous.

No one cares about how Naozu died now. Everyone has no time to think about this issue. What we need to do most now is how to leave here.

With Neozu's death, Ethan Latus left in a bad mood. The black hand's look made him feel scared and palpitations. Ethan Latus couldn't understand what qualifications this mortal has and what ability does it have to threaten a master of elements?

That was a threat, Ethan Latus was sure. It was precisely because of this that he was extremely puzzled. Unfortunately, this Element Lord was scared out of fear. He did not dare to act rashly, nor did he dare to do anything more. Instinct was a crazy warning, and that glance was like lightning in the dark night, clear and cold, and it kept appearing in his mind.

Neozu's death brought Glens's reason to a brief return, and many questions emerged in his heart, such as why he was here; why he believed the words of the wise man and put himself in danger; and friends, where did they go?

There are many questions, but now it is not the time to think, but the same thing is still the same thing. The most important thing at the moment is to leave here and live!

As for Bellan, well, the little orc was panicked now. It seemed that with the death of Ner'ozu, his courage disappeared without a trace. Bellan returned to the ordinary little orc again. After all, he was still young. He had never experienced such a dangerous crisis. At this moment, his mind was blank, his body was weak and his limbs were weak.

"What should we do now?"

When people encounter danger, they will subconsciously seek help from the people around them. This is the instinct of fear. Now there are only two people around Bellane, one of whom is trembling and almost scared. His eyes are involuntarily looking at Grans.

Grans was also at a loss. In this moment, several orcs in his sight were swallowed by the torn earth. The lingering sound of screaming had not faded. He had never experienced such a situation and had a pale face and cold hands and feet were out of control. What advice could he give?

"Go to the north and go back to your former village!"

A voice with a strange charm sounded in my mind. The sound seemed to be far away from the sky, and it seemed to be close to my ears. Coupled with the mysterious magic that made people unable to extricate themselves, Bellan instantly fell into a trance, and even the fear that was everywhere gradually faded away.

After subconsciously looking at the north, he felt his scalp numb. The road ahead had long been covered with magma, and there were volcanoes erupting along the way. Although it seemed that it was slowly weakening, the aftermath was not something that this small body could withstand. What's more, at the end of the road, countless black stone orcs gathered together and were also trying to evacuate. Don't forget that they are enemies.

Walking to the north is definitely seeking death! Even if the consciousness becomes confused at this moment, the instinct for survival also prevents this suicide. It seems that the voice also discovered this problem. After a moment of pause, he continued to tempt: "The village you once lived in is buried with the treasures left by the ancestors. It can bring you strength, supreme power, and powerful power."

"Bellan, you are the chosen one and are destined to rule the world in the future! This is your mission and your ultimate destiny!"

"Now, the test of your ancestors on you has begun. Leaving here safely is the first step for you to experience the test!"

The sound gradually faded in the echo, and consciousness returned again. However, this time, Bellan immediately discovered the difference. The dangers around him remained the same, but his mind was extremely calm, as if suddenly becoming a machine without touch, losing his fear of danger.

This is simply a miracle! This situation not only did not scare Bellaen, but instead made him feel a little excited. The reason for this is a little bit because surprise and joy also had problems at the same time. The so-called excitement is simply a subconscious thought that can't even cause any ripples on the calm mind.

The north cannot go, and if you want to leave here, the south is the best choice. Bellan quickly made a decision, but the south is also full of crisis, and the magma flowing there is no shallower than the one from the north.

In order to cover up the dark history, Ethan Latus deliberately used volcanoes to surround all directions. Later, he borrowed the power of the Wrath of the Earth, Godawu, and used the huge bottomless cracks as an isolation belt. The plan was to eliminate everyone present.

Strictly speaking, this is Ethan Latus' irrational behavior in his anger. It's not that he did something wrong. The two parties have an unequal identity. In his eyes, mortals are no different from ants. Not to mention that only tens of thousands of people died, even if all mortals die, what does it matter to him?

The problem is his way of dealing with it. Since the earth has been torn apart and created huge cracks, the orcs trapped in the place will never be able to escape in a short period of time. At this time, only the center needs to bloom and create a gushing giant volcano in the middle. The magma flowing everywhere can easily kill everyone, saving time, effort, and simple and effective.

Fortunately, Ethan Latus didn't do this. If he did this seriously, the black hand would definitely smash it without saying a word. At that time, he would become a team with Neozu to deal with him, the Lord of Elements. In addition, Mzdono, who was hiding in the dark, secretly took action. The ending was very beautiful. Maybe Drano will be replaced with a new flame wrath.

Now it seems that Ethan Latus' wrong behavior accidentally saved his life. This is the wonder of the world. Isn't it better to be a blessing to lose my wife?

In this moment, the gifts prepared by Naozu before his death had arrived. Meteors fell from the sky. These meteors were all the size of washbasins, with bright yellow flames burning all over their bodies, and with the desire for destruction, they smashed fiercely towards the earth.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, most of the meteors landed in the north, with only a few leaving the large army and hitting the orcs in the south. Despite this, the Shadow Moon Orcs, who were already a stray dog, still suffered heavy losses. They avoided the volcano, avoided the magma, and escaped the huge cracks that were chosen by their feet, but in the end they could not escape the end of death.

The explosions and screams were endless, the broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the miserable howl could be heard everywhere. What's worse was the rising air waves, mixed with flames, splashing in all directions, like bullet storms that broke out of the borehole, shattering everything they encountered.

Fear was like a pair of invisible big hands, holding his heart tightly. Grans had never felt like he was like this now. He felt that even breathing was a luxury. Although he was panting, his mind was still dizzy, and even felt unrealistic due to lack of oxygen.

If he was dreaming, then the scene in front of him must be the most terrifying nightmare. The sad thing is that he can't even wake up. This hell-like scene made Grans' belly tumbling upside down. He wanted to vomit, but after retching for a long time, he couldn't vomit it out.

Grans could still keep a little awake, but as for Silvi, he fainted with his eyes. The little girl was frightened. Even if she was unconscious, her body would twitch slightly from time to time. What happened today would leave unforgettable trauma in her heart, and even change her originally cheerful personality.

"Quick, let's go!" Bellan pushed his hand violently and woke up the dazed Grans. He opened his mouth and asked subconsciously: "Where are we going?"

"Of course I've left here!"

Bellan, who was deeply puzzled, looked at Grans, and at this moment he didn't care about understanding the other party's mood, and said anxiously: "Let's go south!"

He couldn't help but look at the south, and Grans said in a lost voice: "Are you crazy? You can't leave there at all!"

"We have to leave even if we can't. If we want to leave here, this is our only choice!"

Bellan was right. As early as Ethan Latus took action, the surrounding terrain was changed. The hills on both sides of the east and west became erupting volcanoes. The scorching magma flowed down from the mountain and continued to flow towards the middle position. If it continued to delay, it would sooner or later be swallowed by the magma.

At this time, Grans could not hesitate any longer. He quickly made a decision in his heart. Looking at the road ahead that had been covered with magma, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

Although he was leaving, Bellan was not as confident as he showed. The mysterious voice could eliminate fear, but could not provide practical and useful help out of thin air. Whether to live or die was only up to him, he was in the desperate attempt to continue.

He naturally knew about this. He succeeded and went home to have a meal happily. If he failed, three fragrances and a touch of loess. Oh, it was probably a luxury. He was an orphan who was not a father or mother. If he died, no one would remember it. He could only dissipate in the world in desolation.

The proletariat is fearless and has nothing, but in a crisis, he can make up his mind to fight to the death. Apart from his sister, Bellaen has nothing to be reluctant to, including his poor life.

It was also true that after a little panic, my heart returned to calm. I glanced at Silvi in ​​my arms. A trace of determination flashed in Bellaen's eyes. He took a deep breath and ran forward with great strides.

...

The arrival of the Black Hand made the Black Stone soldiers see hope. The chief was omnipotent. This was the prestige accumulated over more than ten years and this was unreserved trust.

The chaos was curbed, and the soldiers spontaneously restrained their behavior, even if the surrounding dangers remained, and even if their bodies were trembling with fear, they did not panic and looked at the black hand firmly.

Tasana hurried over and walked to the black hand and whispered: "Chief, this place is too dangerous, please leave here as soon as possible!"

The black hand suddenly turned around, looking at Tasanna with a cold light in his eyes and said, "Leave? You asked me to abandon these soldiers and leave like a coward? Tasanna, do you know what you are talking about?"

It is not difficult to leave here. As long as the black hand is willing to have a solution, not to mention anything else, the two-legged flying dragon guards hovering in the sky are waiting for the orders of him, the chief.

But as mentioned before, escaping like a coward is absolutely intolerable for the black man, either living or dying while standing, and there is no other choice!

Looking at the cold eyes of Black Hand, Tasana realized how stupid she had done. People like the Chief who would rather betray him than bend were insults to persuade him to leave. In his dictionary, there was absolutely no such word "strategic transfer".

Tasana was worried and was too lazy to pay attention to this female orc with a problem with her head. He made up his mind to return to the clan and said that he would change the commander to the army. His old friend had already given enough face, but unfortunately this was a thing that could not be supported by the mud.

"Kuratus?" After scanning the surroundings, the black hand shouted loudly: "Come to me!"

Soon, Kuratus, who received the order, rushed over. The two met and had been friends for many years. Although Kuratus also wanted to persuade the Black Hand to leave first, he also knew that the Black Hand would never agree, so he had to make a secret decision to sacrifice his life to protect the safety of the Chief.

"What's the road ahead?" Without nonsense, the black hand asked directly: "Can we evacuate safely?"

Kuratus had checked in person before, and when he heard the black hand asking, he said bitterly: "It's very difficult!"

The road left was full of dangers, and the biggest problem was not the hot lava along the way, but a huge crack nearly five meters wide across the road, and they could not escape unless they had wings.

The way back was blocked by a crack, and everyone could only continue to move forward. Turning around and looking ahead with a collapsed sky, the black hand waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Everyone, come with me!"

As the black hand made the decision, there were scouts exploring the way ahead. This was a life of licking blood from the knife. The scouts took the guys to hurry on the road. As for how many people could survive after the end, only the old genius knew.

Not long after the large army set out, the meteors in the sky arrived in a blink of an eye. The soldiers were frightened and calm. The black hand looked calm. What should come will always come, and you can't escape. Only by facing it bravely and completely solving the problem is the best way.

"Culatus, keep moving forward with people!"

Kuratus was shocked, as if he had thought of something, and immediately dissuaded: "Chief, you..."

"Okay, Kuratus," the black hand stopped the other party and said lightly: "You must believe me, your chief, I am not that fragile or so unbearable, just a few stones. When I break them one by one, it will not be too late for you to say these words!"

Seeing that Black Hand had made up his mind, Kuratus had no choice but to lead people to move forward. In case, he specially ordered some of the Black Stone Guards to stay, protect Black Hand and beware of unexpected accidents.

The black hand did not refuse. If others did this, they would have to scold him. Since it was the kindness of an old friend, he had to silently agree that everyone needs a friend in life. To be lonely will only make people feel perverted and turn into a cold and ruthless monster.

Black Hand is not a monster, and he is not willing to be a monster. Even if he is the famous chief of the Black Stone clan, someone needs to care, not the urgency of power or the driving force of interests, but from the heart and sincere care.

The meteor was getting bigger and bigger, and even the texture on it could be seen clearly. The black hand silently remembered the specific position in his heart, then took a deep breath, tightly grasped the hammer in his hand, and the next moment his body rushed into the sky like a sharp arrow, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

Bang! A violent explosion sounded, and the unstoppable meteor was smashed by him, turning into gravel and scattered on all sides. After landing, the black hand jumped high again and swung the hammer heavily at the second meteor.

This shocking scene made people feel excited. The Black Stone soldiers were so motivated that they couldn't help but shout in unison: "The Chief is mighty!"

Kuratus felt a little relieved and hurriedly urged behind him: "Hurry, everyone speed up and leave here as soon as possible!"

The loud shout behind him made Grans turn his head and look at him. This glance made him stunned: Damn, is this great chief of the Black Hand clan cheating? He jumped into the air and smashed the meteor. Without this, Newton's coffin board could hardly be suppressed! Wait, who is Newton?

No matter who Newton is, Grans only felt his scalp tingling at this moment. This is too cruel and it simply subverts his views. People in society cannot afford to offend, so we should hide the farther away, the better.

On the other hill, Mzdono was amazed. The black hand obviously did not use all his strength in the fight with Neozu. Not to mention anything else, he could beat the meteor and even smash it. Even if this meteor was not a real meteor, it still made no sense to say it.
Chapter completed!