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Gizlok returned to the tent where Nathanos was, his excitement was expressed entirely in extremely fast steps. "The plan goes well, Master."

"Did Rega agree to exchange?" Nathanos's voice seemed a little dull. Anyone who knew him knew that this was not his voice. After talking to Gizlok yesterday, Nathanos became much more cautious.

"As you said, he agreed, but what I don't understand is why you still want me to take the druid away and leave that female elf alone?"

"Things have changed, Gizlok. You send Merel a message immediately, and then..." Nathanos thought carefully before saying: "Tell Belmont, let him contact the spies of the Eastern Kingdoms and let them spread rumors."

"As for orders, master, but there is still a problem."

"explain."

"Your actions are top secret, and even other senior officials don't know. How should I explain to them then?"

The eyes of the wither trembled slightly, like a fire flashing in the shadows, "Four words: This is an order!"

"I understand, understand! Command, this is your order!" Gizlok said in agreement. It is not wise to violate the withered person. "I have a map given by Rega Earth Wrath. Do you want to see it?"

Nathanos took the map and unfolded it. The goblin wanted to ask how he could see clearly in such dark light, but in fact he did see clearly.

“Is the transaction location a stagnant oasis?”

"Yes, master, I've seen it, there's no problem with his map."

"Very good." Nathanos closed the map and returned it to Gizlok. "I hope this Rega won't disappoint me."

"I'll ask you a pity, Master, what exactly is your plan in the future?"

The wither let out a sneer, making the goblin feel a pair of eyes on his back, piercing his whole body.

"Have you heard of the Hammer of Doom?"

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In the country full of grass and sunny winds, the brown-haired tauren leaned against a ball of flames, and pink smoke was left on the flames. He murmured to himself, throwing many leaves into the fire, and the fire became even stronger. The smoke rolled and filled the cliffs.

When the moonlight spreads, you can see that this is an elderly tauren with bloodshot eyes in his brown eyes and he looks exhausted. If no one helps, it will be difficult for him to stand up and he will stagger when he walks.

However, even the bravest fighter must be respectful to him. In the traditions of the Taurens and even tribes, the shamans have a very high status.

Now, whenever it is a fixed moment, Gaine Yunge will perform ancient rituals, listening to the voice of Mother Earth, and seeking guidance from elements.

The voice still echoed in his mind. The Taurus advocated a kind of home spirit. Usually, the elements only discussed small things and trivial matters in life, but now they are becoming increasingly uneasy and in danger...

But what are the dangers? He doesn't know yet, but the element can tell him.

"Salute to the Spirit of the Breeze! Tonight, I ask you to join me in the ceremony to bring the wisdom of the great Mother Earth into the expectation of her child Gaine Yunge."

It was a quiet night, but now Gain felt his hair gently blowing by a gust of wind. He raised his ears, and at least at this moment, he seemed to hear a soft whisper.

Gain reached into the small bag around his waist and threw out a few dried black leaves. It is said that most of them were picked from the same tree by ancient taurens. His companion, Cador Yunge, once warned him not to use them unless he had to.

The shaman threw them into the flames.

In an instant, the flames ignited and blue light emerged. The orc immediately frowned, and he leaned forward, breathing the fresh air desperately.

"Salute to the Spirit of Flame!" Yun Ge faced the small pile of bonfires and raised his cane to express his respect, "Shining blazing flames. Tonight, we ask you to join us to warm me with inspiration and encouragement, and tell me why you are so uneasy?"

The flame suddenly jumped up, and Gain felt the fierce heat emitted from the fire wall. After indicating his existence, the flame retracted to its normal state, beating gently during the burning.

Now, the shamans leaned against the west, facing the rivers, asking them to use the source of life to wash the doubts in the Taurus' heart.

"Welcome, the Spirit of Life." Yun Ge shouted, "You are in the flame of our blood. I ask you to join my ritual. My heart sank and blood rushes far away."

Gain continued to breathe deeply, calming his rushing mood. He raised the clay goblet beside him. The cup was filled with dark liquid reflected by the light of stars. This allowed him to see--if Mother Earth wished so. Drink it, he could see the answer. It didn't taste bad, it was made of silver leaf clover, heather, ground root grass and some other herb.

The shaman relaxes his body and looks into the distance.

What he saw and felt was no longer the familiar environment of Mogaolei, and what was blowing on his face was not the breeze of Thunder Cliff. His hooves fell on the soft land. No, it was not the land, but the yellow sand. This was a desert! Why did the element let him see this scene?

The Tauren bent down and grabbed a handful of yellow sand from the ground, and let the wind blow it away. This is the guidance of the wind! Gaine Yunge walked towards the floating direction of the yellow sand. Along the way, he saw many buildings that were entering the ground. It was not the style of the Tauren, nor the orcs, but like... night elves. The ruins, the most eye-catching thing was a night elves-style watchtower, sweeping around it with a black wind. Gaine knew that the wind was invisible, so he felt strange and focused on observing. The thing flew back and forth, like the notes of music, and like the rhythm of magic.

insect!

Gain saw clearly that it was a bug, a swarm. Not only that, as he continued to move forward, what Gain Yunge saw became more and more unsettling. The mountains turned into pillars of insect swarms, and the limbs of sickening insects were born from the rocks, and they were still trembling slightly from time to time. Dark purple crystals appeared under the ground. Many things looked wrong. In the low-lying areas of the desert, purple potato spots were attached to the ground, nurturing a large number of insect eggs.

"What are these?" the shaman asked involuntarily.

The answers were all behind a hillside built with sand. Gain didn't pay attention at first. He thought it was normal to see a mirage in the desert, but he immediately realized something was wrong. This was not a real desert, or... this was a reflection of reality on the spiritual world, with no illusion at all, and the most direct evidence was a shadow. Gain Yunge saw the city wall, and the city wall built of granite was towering into the clouds. The gate of the city wall was hexagonal, and there was a ritual altar on it, with gongs and drums inlaid with insect patterns on it.

This is an ancient ruin, a brilliant city. But it has been forgotten.

Gain took a breath. He was still confused, why did Element show him this?

His meditation was interrupted by a familiar buzz. As a shaman, Gaine was used to listening to various sounds and observing the earth he loved and the creatures on it. So when the noisy insects sounded, he was not surprised. But the sound came from behind the walls, and it was becoming clearer and louder.

The dazzling sunlight in the desert shone on the city walls to form bright spots, but the sudden appearance of black shadows covered the bright spots. A beetle, but its size is comparable to that of the giant spider in the forest.

Gain blinked, and then the second, the third, a group of people! The overwhelming insects flew out, blocking the sun's glory. The hexagonal gate opened, and tall stone statues walked out from it, and every step was shaken. There were humanoid creatures with dragonfly wings, turning their heads mechanically, as if looking for food. The group of insects climbed the mountain, eating every vitality they could see.

The Taurus was stunned, Mother Earth was above, and this was. Gaine couldn't understand this. When a bug raised his paws and rushed towards him, he finally woke up.

But he still thought of the scenes in the dream, and he understood the meaning.

"I must tell the chief," he murmured to himself, and then thought of the night elves buried deep in the desert. "Cadoré! Yes, there is also Cardoré!"

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The ecology of the stagnant oasis is better than Nathanos imagined. After the transaction, he was locked in an iron cage car, of course not only him, but also Valilla Sagunall. This female elf has been staring at Nathanos since she was detained. But Nathanos ignored her. What is more noteworthy than her beautiful and delicious food is the south of the barren land.

I don’t know how the transformation of Razor Heights has been underway.

"You are not a gladiator." Valila asked, the human language she spoke sounded very different, and it was obvious that she was not familiar with this language.

Nathanos smiled silently and said to her in Saras: "If you didn't follow Gizlok and didn't eavesdrop on the conversation between me and him, you wouldn't be here either. You can leave with two other companions, Gizlok will take you away, but unfortunately..."

"So you know!" Valilla opened her eyes wide in surprise, "What is your purpose? Why do you take Logosh and Broll away, and even me?" The elf's brow frowned, "You want to approach Rega Earth Wrath?"

"The more you know, the faster you die!" Nathanos warned. He occasionally glanced at the eyes of the female elf and suddenly felt heartache in his heart. Was that caused by the addiction to devil?

He closed his eyes and forced himself not to think too much. He is now a dead soul and fights for the dead.
Chapter completed!