Walton plane, forest of forest, wall of sighs.

At dusk, the setting sun shines.

In an arrow tower on the wall of sighs, three people sat around a small round table, with several exquisite elf delicacies and two small buckets of wine on it.

Among them, a slightly sloppy man threw down the blood-stained sword in his hand, picked up a wine barrel and raised his head and poured it into his mouth. With just one sip, he drank dozens of breaths, drank half of the barrel of wine before stopping.

The wooden barrel hit the side, and he lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and said, "It's so comfortable!

There are too many devils. My sword and my hands are all weak."

Beside him was a bald man who was far stronger than ordinary people even though he was sitting cross-legged.

He was wearing only a thin armor, naked arms and exposed skin, and was covered with wounds, with old scars and new injuries everywhere.

For example, there were three deep claw marks on his right arm, which were left by the devil nobles above the epic, and there was even more evil light shining on it, preventing the recovery of flesh and blood.

However, there were also blood-colored lights shaking in the man's body, impacting the black place one after another, and repairing and bridging it little by little.

This is a game between epic forces, not as straightforward as a sword, but it continues.

The pain brought by this recovery is conceivable, but the man seemed to have no idea. His face was extremely calm. Facing the setting sun, the brilliant light shining on his face seemed to have more indescribable solemnity and quietness.

He placed three glasses of wine on the table, as if paying homage to the heroic souls who died in battle, and poured the wine down from the arrow tower with one cup.

He fell into the wall of sighs, fell within the influence of the gate of hell, and fell on the battlefield.

He only heard him whisper: "If there is a next life, I hope we will have another chance to fight side by side. My brothers, let's go all the way!"

At this time, the vision fell from a high place and fell into the wall of sighs, and only then could it be seen how tragic the battlefield it was.

There are broken limbs and corpses everywhere, blood flowing everywhere, including devils, humans, elves, and various monsters.

A scavenged bird fell in the sky, falling into a deep pit, constantly pecking at the flesh and blood.

There are also humans and elves who have recovered from the aftermath and elves who have chosen and chosen. After the war, it is normal to manage the battlefield, and these people have numb expressions.

Searching numbly and moving numbly, picking out the bodies of humans and elves, transporting them back and cremating.

Of course, more devil's corpses will be cut off useful organs and parts and made into magical materials. In fact, human businessmen who are good at seizing the opportunity have opened their shops to the city of Silver Moon Elf.

They buy these rare devil organs with various supplies, food, weapons and armor. After all, there are many spellcasters on the entire continent who need these "magic materials".

In fact, since the beginning of the war, the peace-loving elves have become the Walton plane, the largest supply of evil magic materials, and a large number of people from the Silver Moon Elf clan have changed their positions to skin peelers.

Of course, the incomplete devil corpses were thrown into the gates of hell, which was a kind of shock and a kind of cleaning up.

On the arrow tower, after watching Hakas finish a process, another man who seemed to be hiding in the shadows and would always be ignored spoke: "Hakas, if you really can't let go, you should return to Kelma City first?

We are here, and there will be no problem in a short period of time.”

As he said this, it also attracted the attention of the down-and-out man. A down-and-out man sat up and said, "Yes, Hakas, you are different from us after all.

I am just those disciples; Dan is just those subordinates, and it doesn’t matter if I don’t have family descendants, but you are different.

You have your own country, thousands of people who believe in you, and three children waiting for you to go back."

On the side, a slender man named Dan also took over the conversation at the right time: "And, the mainland is now in chaos, and the battle will not be resolved, so it will not stop.

Are you really relieved to put a huge burden on how many children?”

"In fact, they did a pretty good job."

Hakas finally spoke, shrugging, feeling a little unspeakable depression or relief, and said, "Just read the news I sent, I have to admit that if it can continue, they will do better than when I was there.

Moreover, young eagles must fall down from the cliff to learn to fly, and wolf cubs must walk thousands of miles alone before they become cunning and powerful.

So, I have to give them a chance to experience it.”

Dan asked speechlessly: "Then are you not going back?"

King Hakas grinned and hesitated slightly, but he still said frankly: "Do you think I don't want to go back?"

But, it's really not suitable to go back now.

The one above has given Carlos the position. If I go back now, do you think I will fight? Or not?

It is impossible not to fight. If you fight, Carlos is nothing, and the one-armed old man is nothing, but the one above will inevitably conflict with me. Will I run away at that time?

Or escape?"

Dan expressed his doubts: "But why? What kind of blind is the one above you? Can't see you, the real king? Do you have to support your stupid little brother?"

At this time, the Star Sword Saint Atanasius also spoke: "Hacas, it's not that we have any questions, we really can't figure it out!

As an epic powerhouse, you can explode in full combat power in the plane, coupled with your more than 20-year rule over Kelma City and your natural combat power with the ancient Mongolians.

I actually believe that you can establish the first unified empire in the North.

And what does this mean?

This represents countless devout believers, countless powers of faith, and a great harvest.

But it seems that the one above you turned a blind eye to all this? Why?"

"I am not only confused about this issue, but also myself. When I just completed the trial of the Snow Mountain, I was still the favored one, and even I had conscious communication with Him.

At that time, I was so pious!

Then He was so kind again!"

King Hakas said this, his brows frowned slightly. The two of them in front of him were his life-long partners, and they could really put their lives on each other, so he really didn't think about hiding them.

"But everything has changed. I don't know when and why, everything has changed.

Once, I really thought about it seriously, and I pushed forward little by little along time, and there was also a conclusion in the vague way."

"What conclusion?"

The star sword saint Atanasius stared straight at Hakas, and the Assassin King even poked out his body from the shadows, waiting for the other party to solve his doubts.

"It was probably when I found the path to epic. I saw the path to achieve epic from the Great Sword of Kelma and walked up step by step.

Then, I felt the transformation of the one above. You may not believe it. Through this sword, I felt the one who was angry, unwilling, and a little... jealousy!"

"Anger? Unwilling to be? Jealous?" Dan tilted his head and murmured: "It doesn't make sense, a true god will envy you? Not to mention being unwilling to be?"

"So I can't figure it out." Hakas shrugged again, saying that he was helpless:

It is not difficult to see that only when you get along with these old friends can King Hakas truly relax his mind, not care about majesty, not care about image, and be casual.

"But you can't be spending it here forever? Kelma is your home, and you can't go back?" Atanasius, a saint of the Star Swordsman, asked again:

"This question is good, but how do I know? One day is one day." King Hakas waved his hand casually, but said seriously: "And, there is not much time left for us."

"Yes, my Shura also received the news that the Silver Moon Elf tribe wanted to seal this gate of hell again." Dan took the conversation and said:

Atanasius asked in confusion: "Seal the Gate of Hell? How do they seal it? They still have the ability to find a combination like ours before?

It’s not me that I’m going to brag, just our previous combination, I can’t find the second one on the entire continent in five hundred years!”

"This time, they are not going to seal the other end of hell anymore. They want to seal it directly on this end."

King Hakas explained: "The news from Palici yesterday was that the floating mage tower was about to be completed. With its power, it is indeed possible to seal the gate of hell.

However, there is still debate within the Silver Moon Elf, mainly focusing on two points. One is to directly seal and provide energy continuously, and use the power of the floating mage tower to maintain the closure of the gate of Hell.

This treatment is not the root cause, and the later maintenance costs are sky-high. Even if the Silver Moon Elf lives in the Forest of the Forest, it is a bit unbearable.

The other is to directly open the Mage Tower into the Gate of Hell, detonate at a certain node, and directly destroy the space crack with the self-destruction power of a Mage Tower, which is a one-time and for all.

In theory, this is also feasible, but there are many questions, such as who drove the Mage Tower over? How to detonate it? What is the timing? How many people have to be sacrificed, etc.

Therefore, we must complete our goal before the wizard tower is built and King Sagar and the elders discuss the results."

"But we are looking for this now is too slow!

Although from the news from the Remonos family, Lena's soul light has not yet gone out.

Although we firmly believe that as the direct bloodline of the Remonos family, even if Lena's body is destroyed, her soul will not die at will.

But the question is, what is the difference between looking for a needle in a haystack?

Have we worked harder over the past few months?

Is there any result?"

Atanasius scratched his hair wildly, showing his irritability without hesitation. If he was seen by his disciples at this time, it would definitely be the collapse of his idol.

It was not until this time that the Assassin King Dan spoke again. His voice was low and he was indescribably determined: "So, I am going to go to Dist City through the Gate of Hell."

"What?" Atanasius and Hakas were both stunned:

Dan faced the eyes of the two old friends and did not retreat at all: "I said, I want to go to Dist.

"Stop kidding, Dan, our portrait is still hanging on the walls of Dist? Entering the second floor of Hell, do you really dare to think about it?

And, even if you go in, what can you do?

There are so many devils, what can you do?" Atanasius was still persuading him, and then he turned to look at Hakas and said, "The most important thing is that I will go!"

"Don't make a fuss, I'm serious. First of all, I'm the king of assassins. Whether it's concentrating my breath or stealth disguise, I'm a real expert.

Secondly, I asked a secret line. In Dist. There is a hell pub opened by the Demon. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy the news. It is said that the news is very accurate.

Finally, I'll try it anyway, and more than 20 years ago, we left Lena there.

More than twenty years later, even if I die, I have to try to get her back.”

King Hakas looked at Dan deeply and asked, "You have decided?"

"I've decided!" Dan nodded fiercely:

"Since you have decided, then go and do it. As friends, we will only give you the most support." As he said this, Hakas said again: "Give you ten days to prepare everything.

Atanatus and I opened the door to hell for you.”

Atanasius was not persuading him, and he whispered: "Hacas and I are waiting for you to return here."

"good!"
Chapter completed!