As if in response to King Sagar's words, a terrifying roar came from the depths of the sinkhole.

Moo! Roar!

Boom!

Just listening to the terrifying sound, the elves present could not stop their color changing. The cracks in the space that spanned the two realms and the momentum that spread out made people feel as if they forgot to breathe.

A picture appeared in the minds of almost all the elves. It was a 1,000-meter-high Devil's horn and huge wings. The Demon Refining, who was shaking his fists, punching and punching the crack in the space in front of him.

Under His terrible power, the seal shrouded in light broke in a few strokes, and then the continuous tearing of the cracks in the space was expanded like a shattered mirror, and countless lava and hell auras were transmitted along the gates of hell and spread.

Until, come to this world.

At this moment, it seemed as if a terrifying will collide in the void. With just a few breaths, the winner was decided.

Immediately afterwards, the land, rocks, and plants around the pit became hot, yellow, and even burned under the red breath.

Ordinary people, if they do not wear thick heat-insulated boots, will be burned just by stepping on them.

However, for the devils of Dist, this is the environment they are most familiar with.

I don't know how long it took, the terrible sounds and tremors began to weaken and disappear, but the shocking drums of hell became more and more rapid, and countless fine noises accompanied them.

The sound was amplified by the sinkhole and reached everyone's ears, as if countless monsters were crawling, screaming, and approaching quickly along the wall.

That is the devil's legion.

All the elves on the tower have been dealing with the devil for many years. Just listening to the sound, they seemed to be able to see countless Baba demons, fear demons, desire demons, Qilu demons, Hama demons, Osai demons, Refining demons, etc., jumping in front of their eyes, roaring, waving weapons, showing sharp teeth, and choosing people to eat.

"All the elves move, and they move for me!!!"

At this time, King Sagar was the first to react. He no longer cared about his image and demeanor, and shouted hysterically: "Hurry, hurry, according to the first plan, all the elves elders will take their place, govern the various places, and prepare for battle.

Remember, if anyone loses his position, I will strip him of skin."

With his roar, a group of elves also reacted, and they rushed away amid the roar of King Sagar.

After all, they are elves who have experienced more than one devil war. They may have all kinds of small thoughts before the war, but if they really fight, they seem extremely decisive.

It was not until a group of elves came out in succession that Agudi said to King Sagar who had calmed down: "Your Majesty, the war has begun, we have no way out, and there is no compromise.

As for the news spread to the mainland, I don’t think it is necessary.

On the one hand, if we don’t say it, they will know it; on the other hand, even if we rescue, those short-sighted humans will only watch the fun and will not give practical help.

But some of the people we elves have supported must fulfill their promises.”

"For example, the Star Sword Saint who was active around the Lion City and had already established a sect."

"For example, in the dark world, the king of assassin that many people fear."

"There are also your son-in-law, the king of Kelma who can truly help us."

It's okay for the first two, but when Agudi mentioned the last person, King Sagar couldn't help but have a rough and rebellious face in his mind. It was the owner of this face who deceived his beautiful daughter and even more humiliated the Silver Moon Elf royal family.

If possible, he was willing to discard all elegance and nobility, and pat this face with dirty soles a hundred times a day to vent his hatred in his heart.

But if it is just if, it’s fine if it is to think about it in a dream, but in reality, he has no chance.

He was a little unwilling, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer the news and let them fulfill their promises, the faster the better."

...

Outside the Lion City, above a mountain that is as straight as a sword.

On the top of the mountain, there is a dilapidated thatched hut. A middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes. His temperament was a little decadent, as if he had been bent by life and was a homeless man who could only buy drunk in the tavern.

But when he opened his eyes, his bright eyes seemed to be flashing in the sky, with a sharp aura that threatened the world.

He turned his head slightly, looked at his newly acquired disciple, the direct descendant of a large family in the Lion City, and asked: "You mean, is there any news coming from the Forest of the Qunlin?"

"Yes, yes!" The disciple's voice trembled:

"It seems that you have read the news? Well, are you scared?" the middle-aged man asked again:

The disciple swallowed and spitted, saying, "Teacher, is it true that the news is true? The door to hell has been opened and the devil invaded the world?"

"I think the news will definitely not be fake if I can make those arrogant guys come to me on their own initiative. But..."

The middle-aged man nodded in approval at first, but the next second, he looked at his disciple casually and asked, "It's just a devil, even if he looks a little ugly and has a fierce temperament. If you use the sword in your hands to pierce their eyes, they will be blind; if you cut off their heads, they will die.

So, why are you afraid?”

The middle-aged man said it with confidence, as if it was natural, and the disciple was speechless.

But that is a devil, a devil from hell. Shouldn’t mortals be afraid?

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and stopped looking at him: "I always have to pay back the debts of favors, and I still have to keep them in line with the promises, so am I going to move again?"

As he said that, he stretched his body long, stood up from the ground, and said, "Go, go and spread all your fellow brothers, pack up, we are about to travel far away.

This time, I will take you deep into the forest to see the magnificence of the elves city.

This time, I will also take you to the war between planes, fight against the devil, and experience what is the sublimation of swordsmanship between life and death."

"Yes, teacher."

The disciple agreed happily, but there was a flash in his eyes. Before he could leave, the middle-aged man's voice came faintly again: "By the way, tell everyone that this time it is still a voluntary principle, you can go or not.

If I go, I will still be my disciple.

If you don't go, then leave here. Don't mention the name of the Star Sword Saint Atanasius outside.

Remember?"

"Remember, remember!"

This time, the disciple did not dare to talk nonsense anymore and left quickly.

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