() Mr. Shan is still wondering why the Slit Mouth Monster has caused such a sensation, but Aimeier has already put on a suit of thin steel armor and is commanding the army heroically.

With a slight frown on her eyebrows, Emel listened to the report expressionlessly.

This is a small living room with luxurious and low-key decoration and excellent sound insulation.

He put his hand on the desk and tapped the table with his fingers impatiently. The smooth desk that he loved so much in the past could not make Emel feel any better.

The legs were slightly crossed, and the beautiful eyes looked at the surrounding generals coldly: "Tell me the details again." The voice was low and dull, revealing a suppressed anger.

A middle-aged Zhuoer with a mature appearance and a sense of stability spoke in an orderly manner.

Stroking his gold-framed unilateral glasses, this intellectual and beautiful middle-aged drow made his final conclusion: "As for this monster incident, I personally think it is a coincidence."

Aimeier's beautiful eyes moved and she motioned for the other party to continue.

Nodding respectfully, a glimmer of light flashed through the middle-aged Drow's lenses, and he continued to analyze calmly: "This monster mutation should be related to the isolated plague area. The two do not seem to be colluding, but they come together coincidentally.

It’s really surprising.”

Emel lowered his head in thought and rubbed his sore and swollen eyebrows vigorously.

Emel does not lack decisiveness in killing, but this time the plague area covers a large area of ​​​​the middle-level living area, if...

A fierce light flashed through her beautiful eyes, and Aimeier stood up. His scorching gaze swept across everyone's anxious faces, and said coldly: "Completely isolate the plague area, no matter who comes out..." At this point, Aimeier paused slightly,

It was as if he was making a difficult decision: "No matter who comes out...kill them!!" He gritted his teeth and gave the order, and his heart was bleeding.

The middle living area is the rock that supports the entire Black Pearl. A large number of craftsmen and businessmen gather in that area, which is the heart of the entire Black Pearl.

Issuing such an order is equivalent to cutting off an arm. It is easy to kill, but to rebuild, the resources and manpower consumed cannot be easily accomplished with a few thousand gold coins.

But if the plague is allowed to spread, the consequences will be even more disastrous.

Looking a little tired, Emer waved his hand: "Immediately execute, the peripheral patrol troops will withdraw and completely isolate the entire middle area."

Everyone looked solemnly, caressed their chests, bowed and retreated.

...

While Shanye and Aimeier were having a tumultuous battle, a mysterious atmosphere quietly filled the Old Martin Chamber of Commerce.

Ivy curled up, her legs lightly pressed against the thin quilt, revealing a touch of her fair thighs.

The soft and sweet breathing was interrupted by a slight knock on the door.

Rubbing her beautiful eyes that were not yet fully awake, Ivy frowned slightly: "Who is it?" Her voice was soft, not wanting to disturb others.

The person outside the door pondered slightly, and then said: "It's me." His voice was low, revealing the roughness of a mature man.

Ivy sighed helplessly, put on her clothes, opened the door and welcomed Tom in.

Tom was heavily armored, and the armor was covered with a layer of light, allowing him to move around without making any sound.

Ivy was startled, thinking that Tom wanted to express his feelings to her, but she didn't expect that the other person was actually wearing combat equipment. Before Ivy could ask, Tom raised his finger and shook his head gently, signaling Ivy to be quiet.

Ivy just shut up and waited for Tom to explain.

Tom listened sympathetically and made sure there was no movement around him. Then he pulled Ivy to sit down with a serious look on his face.

Ivy broke away from Tom's big hand without leaving a trace, causing the other person's facial muscles to tremble, but she didn't have an attack: "This chamber of commerce is a bit weird, we'd better leave immediately."

Ivy's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Tom in confusion: "Weird? What's weird here?" The food, accommodation, and busy caravan were all ordinary, and Ivy didn't see anything weird.

Tom couldn't explain that this sense of crisis was innate to him, and he couldn't provide any evidence. But that strong sense of crisis had been haunting him like a nightmare since dinner.

After the discussion was fruitless, Ivy decided to trust Brother Tom, tidied up, and went to find the mage. Tom tried to see if he could quietly rescue the ranger.

...

"Crackling" in the brand new gold wall lamp, green flames danced, reflecting the entire underground secret room, green and dim.

The secret room was excavated in a hurry, and the mortar paint was still wet and slightly damp. The ground was compacted, but not very smooth.

The entire secret room took on a strange long strip shape. It could be said that it was a secret room rather than a wider passage.

On the somewhat moist ground, there is a precious cantharides carpet. On the cantharides carpet, which is as soft as a girl's skin, a figure is kneeling devoutly.

The figure has a gaunt figure, and the whole figure is filled with an aura of twilight. With both palms facing the sky and arms stretched forward, the figure kneeling on the ground keeps chanting difficult notes.

He was covered in a robe, the color was a bit strange, it was a deep green. There were pleats, different shades of green, like tangled stripes. Just looking at it for a moment made you feel dizzy. The cuffs

Like corroded rags, tattered and broken into pieces.

On the green robe, green light flashes from time to time. The green light is not a green full of vitality, but a lifeless, dark green, and a deep green.

After the prayer ended, the figure slowly stood up, looked up at the young man on the altar, and showed a sly smile.

Old Martin, who had loose lizard skin, cloudy eyes, and a philistine air, seemed to be a different person at this time. His eyes were still cloudy, but there was a hint of madness, and his scales were also covered with a layer of sesame oil green.

Walking towards the altar, Old Martin looked at the simple white-grained stone altar with a flash of anger in his eyes.

For half a year, he has been diligently collecting magic materials, hoping to build a solemn and luxurious altar that reflects the greatness of the Plague Goddess. But Black Pearl is a drow city, and the Spider Queen whom the drow believe in kills the Plague Goddess.

The executioner who took away her weak godhead.

In order to hide himself, Old Martin could only gather these materials bit by bit and build this somewhat crude altar.

The altar is not big, only one person high. The stacked white stones are covered with a large number of green light spots. The light spots are like twisted words, flowing and sliding on the altar.

Lying on the altar was a young man covered in purple and black, who was the young ranger.

Above him, floating in the sky, was a fragment of the priesthood that was as big as a fingernail and wrapped in a rich green light.

The fragment is like a piece of colorless glass, and from time to time it emits a green light that is so rich that it is almost substantial.

The green light was deep and dark in color, exuding a scalp-numbing aura of death.
Chapter completed!