Chapter 166: The Storm and Cloud Changes

The demon cave is actually a cave that leads directly to the bottom of the mountain like a bottle. There is an altar filled with black mist and red light at the bottom of the wide cave. Four brackets made of some kind of monster skeletons are distributed in the four corners of the altar made of black giant stones. The brackets contain four pure black obsidian crystals, with the pattern of hexagrams emitting red light.

The middle of the altar is carved with mysterious patterns. On it is a strong man who is more than three meters tall. He has two sharp and thick horns on his head with a black hair. The most eye-catching face with four horizontal flesh is an elephant trunk that is half a meter long. Two spiral giant teeth bent down from his tight mouth, making him look even more ferocious.

The terrifying demon Barto, whose strong body is even more surprising. His arms are like iron-wood trees, full of explosive muscle groups. His naked and broad upper body is like a huge rock, and his chest is covered with long hair like steel needles.

Below his waist, he was wearing a wide animal skin, and Batto sat cross-legged on the mysterious pattern in the middle of the altar, his eyes closed and breathing for a long time. Red light flashed on the hexagram patterns around the altar, and black mist and faint red light could be seen vaguely on the mysterious pattern under him, and there were endless streams of black fog and a faint red light.

Hearing the "huh" wind, Barto's tight eyes suddenly opened, and the gleam in his blue eyes, which seemed to be born with cruelty and bloodthirsty, flashed, and then closed again.

"Lord." The black shadow who was flying down gave a respectful greeting. The magnetic noisy voice seemed to contain charming and teasing when greeting.

It was a black elf with dark skin, with soft black hair draped on its exposed shoulders like a waterfall, and it drooped to its waist. The elf's iconic pointed ears were two black ring-shaped sharp corners bent on its forehead. Like other elves, this black elf also brought the beauty of the elf clan to its extreme. The blue and clear eyes, the ripe cherry mouths were wet and round, and the dark and tender face showed its beauty.

On the delicate and smooth back of the satin, the devil's genes were inherited from the devil's genes, and a pair of wings made of bone spurs and films, trembling slightly behind him.

"Harrick sent back the news. Not only did the Fear Walker appear near the ruins, but even the Fallen Shadow Demon was ready to move and sent shadows to explore. There was also news from the southeast that Asmore's old undead also responded and spent his magic to summon many undead creatures." The black elf stood far away, but did not dare to approach the altar.

"Where is Somani?" Barto interrupted the black elf's words, his eyes not opening, and a thunderous sound rang out.

"There is no news on Somani, but someone saw his confidant, Bull Demon Armor, go out, and the direction of his journey happened to be on the ruins." The black elf replied without thinking, pausing slightly, and she asked carefully: "Lord, what happened on the ruins? Was it just a piece of residual iron?"

Barto sat silently, and the black elf dared not disturb him, and stood quietly. After a while, Barto opened his eyes and rose up, and immediately exposed his body that was more than twice as big as the black elf. He walked downstairs with his thick legs, "dongdong" and walked downstairs. Barto said in a silence: "It's a piece of residual iron, but what is the use of this piece of residual iron? I think apart from the Fear Walker, maybe only the old guy with the Dead Bone knows. The Shadow Demon and Asmore, I guess they just want to take advantage of the chaos to get some bargains."

"What do you mean by sir?"

"I didn't plan to go, but even Somani was alarmed and took action. Then I had to go and see it." Barto closed his eyes and showed a comfortable expression.

"Is Somani as powerful as the legendary one?" The black elf's head gently pressed against Bato's shoulder, exhaling in his ear like orchid, and couldn't help but stretch out his wet scarlet tongue and licked the huge ear carved out like a rock.

"Can you rule the largest territory of the Dark Swamp in Demon City for more than a thousand years. Can you do it without the strength? If anyone among the dozens of strong men in the Dark Swamp can advance to the so-called Holy Land or the leader of the demon clan, then only Somani and the Fear Walker have the most hope. The dry bones can alarm them. No matter what the use of that broken iron is, I guess they will have to spit it out in the end."

"Sir, you still want to go?"

"Go, why don't you?" Barto said with his eyes closed: "Can Somani move? Can other so-called strong men hold back their sleeves and watch? There is a saying in the Dark Swamp that too many tooth pig beasts can kill the Black Wind Wolf. No matter how powerful Somani and the Fear Walker are, if others are determined to unite, they can't stand it."

"It's best to get that piece of scrap iron and its secret. If you can't get it, this muddy water is worth stepping into. Only by mixing water can you catch fish."

"Sir, wise." The black elf said with a moan. His beautiful face was full of uncontrollable spring feelings. His wild and beautiful body rubbed against Barto with great skill. His skillful hands had already penetrated along Barto's waist.

"Chew!"

Barto freed up his left hand to tear off the animal skin from his waist, revealing a weapon that was like a mace. The black elf held the two hands alternately in Hanchun's eyes, but he couldn't even "control" half of it.

"Kill! This trip is not good, it's enough to be able to kill the old monster Shadow Demon. My Lord Barto's territory is about to expand again."

A "fight" with seemingly disparity in strength but considerable strength is fiercely unfolding

If the cave and ruins are regarded as two points northwest and northeast of the equilateral triangle, then Asmore's territory, Death Mountains are the third point.

The Death Mountain, filled with the breath of death, was once a main battlefield for the battle ten thousand years ago. Whether it was the mountain path, large and small stone caves, or wide mountain tops, or even the steep mountain cliffs, there were almost everywhere. The rotten corpses and bones of different shapes could be seen everywhere still tell the tragic nature of the battle ten thousand years ago.

As a necromancer, this mountain of death filled with various bones has become a paradise for Asmore. The rotten and smelly smell and the bones all over the purpose make this undead magic god who has survived thousands of them.

If the rotten corpses that have not been transformed for thousands of years and the skeleton soldiers and ghosts of various shapes are Asmore's right-hand man, then relying on undead magic to summon various powerful undead creatures from a different space is Asmore's support for the powerful men who squeezed into the dark swamp.

Compared with life, the powerful undead magic god Asmore prefers to deal with undead creatures that can be summoned by him with heavy resentment. No matter what kind of life body, he has emotions and wisdom that disgusts him. Only when the undead creatures who lack self-consciousness and completely obey the necromancer can he live with them with peace of mind or peace of mind.

The mountain of death is circular, surrounding a hundred acres of open space. The tall mountain pierces into the endless black mist in the air, which is daunting.

In a small basin about a thousand meters away from the Death Mountains, the Black Fire-Winged Demon stood on the ground with a dark creature that looked like an eagle in his mouth, burying his head and swelling continuously. With the terrifying "puff" sound, it bites large pieces of flesh and blood, and soon it can eat all its food. Li Junshan, who was standing beside it, was protruding his head and looking at the towering mountains in the distance, as if searching for something.

Li Junshan, who was originally looking for the ruins of the King's territory, got lost. The golden skeleton only asked him to go straight north. The black fire-winged demon flew for dozens of days, but for no reason he rushed to the mountain of death.

Li Junshan naturally didn't know that this was the Death Mountain, but he was still looking for the eye-catching slurry river that the Golden Skeleton had mentioned.

Two radar aliens hovered in the altitude of a hundred meters above his head, and from time to time, they exchanged the surrounding alien movements and communicated spiritually to Li Junshan. Out of a keen perception of danger, the radar alien felt the terrifying aura in the mountain.

"I can't see it in the air in front of me, why can't I see the slurry river? Could it be that the golden skeleton lied to me?" Li Junshan thought for a while, and looked up at the north.

Two messengers who went out to explore the way quickly ran towards this side. The slender body hardly caused a slight sound of wind, and appeared in Li Junshan's vision like lightning.

"Danger!"

Li Junshan didn't even have time to communicate with the two messengers. At the same time, the two radar aliens in the sky sent him spiritual communication.

"They didn't notice any abnormality!" Li Junshan believed that the messenger would never bring back the danger. The danger in the keen sense of radar aliens must be like a meat grinder, which originated from a strange creature.

Only then did he feel abnormality in his mental senses. Li Junshan silently recited the elf spell and disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!