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Chapter 431: Emperor Gul'dan

"Do, Dorom, is that you?" the pope asked in a trembling voice.

Dorom was completely panicked. He didn't know how to answer the Pope's question. In fact, he didn't even want to see the Pope and didn't want him to see him like he was now.

Feeling the evasive eyes of the golden-haired werewolf in front of him, the Pope was almost certain of his guess. Although he was completely unwilling to believe his guess, he had to face the reality in front of him.

"What the hell is this!"

The Pope cursed in frustration in his heart. He originally wanted to leave a good legacy to his son, but he didn't expect that his son would become a member of the dark race werewolves that the Holy See hates most. There is definitely nothing Dorom can do now.

Going back to the Holy Mountain is not possible even for the sake of the Pope. Not only will I not be able to go back to the Holy Mountain, but it will probably be good if I can avoid the pursuit of the Holy See.

"Dorom, please take care of yourself. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. Never return to the Holy Mountain again."

After the Pope finished speaking, he let the angel army escort him and left the foot of the mountain. In just a short time, he returned from the foot of the mountain to the Holy Mountain without even looking back.

"Cherish it, Lord Godfather!"

Dorom said silently in his heart, he knew that he might never return to the Holy Mountain in this life, and now he couldn't help but lament the ruthlessness of fate. If he could speak English, he would definitely curse: "gday!

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"Dorom, say something. We will figure out a solution for your health later." Jeff immediately sent a message to Dorom.

Dorom sorted out his thoughts. After seeing his face clearly, he felt that the werewolf looked quite cute. He once thought of helping others and the weak, but now he finally became a member of the weak, and saving people became a

Self-rescue, is this the highest level of helping others and rescuing others?

"Compatriots, please stop your killing. This is the foot of the Holy Mountain. It is not safe at all. If you are willing to believe me, please come with me to my friend Jeff's territory. How about making plans when you get there?" Dorom

shouted to the werewolves around him

Most of these werewolves were also newly turned into werewolves. In fact, they were much more confused than Dorom. Now they finally found someone willing to take the lead. They agreed without thinking. Opola was relatively sober.

, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to go with everyone to see it, because it was related to his future and the future of the entire werewolf race. Maybe Opola didn't care much about the future of the entire race, but he cared about that prophecy.

, the fire of hope that was rekindled has almost burned him into confusion.

Another problem was posed in front of him. Jeff also felt that his head was a bit big, but he was never the kind of person who abandoned his friends, so he had to help his friend Dorom solve this problem. In fact, Dorom also felt a little uncomfortable.

Sorry, although my facial expression remains as cold as ever, I still sincerely apologize to Jeff for causing him so much trouble.

Traveling all night again, this time there is no need to risk one's life. The migration of so many werewolves and wolf monsters cannot be solved in a short while. After the blood moon fell, all the werewolves who transformed for the first time fell into an uncontrollable state.

In the tiredness, even a mutant like Dorom is so sleepy that his eyelids twitch.

Jeff ordered his men to support or carry the collapsed werewolves. Naturally, the sea tribe and the beast tribe warriors had no complaints, but the werewolves were a little moved and leaned on the generous back, transforming for the first time and falling into

The tired werewolves all fell into a deep sleep, and the sound sleep after trust was very peaceful.

On the surface, everything has been arranged, but Jeff is still very worried in his heart, because he has really felt the threat from the underworld. Bethel and Opora are just two clones, but they are alone.

One person can cause such huge destructive power. Once the summoning circle is activated, the invading underworld power can definitely rule or destroy all living creatures in the entire Western Continent. Jeff doesn't want to care about other races and countries. He just wants to be responsible for his own people, but

Now he feels even more confused

Although there are no werewolves in Gul'dan, there are still vampires, ghouls and zombies that spread the plague. The number of bloodshed incidents is just less than before. The plague spreads very quickly. In order to protect his own citizens, Saimu

Er quickly organized a resistance force, but it turned out that these resistances were almost in vain. If you want to resist these evil races, you must implement a thorough policy of clearing the country. Unfortunately, the Karazhan family has been abducted by Jeff. Independently support the overall situation.

Samuel always feels a little powerless

Now Samuel is not only anxious, in fact he is more angry, because he did not expect that the cost of this summoning circle would be so high, nor did he expect that those bastards in the underworld would open the summons without saying a word.

The witches in the Palace of the Magic Circle were already preparing to pack up and run away. Now Gul'dan's situation was very dangerous. When he saw those guys who were running away, Samuel became very angry, but this also made him feel sad.

The sense of decadence is getting stronger

Many years have passed since the human race was liberated by Ancient Noah. Although the number of humans now ranks first in the entire Western Continent, it is now an era when human talents are declining. If it was the era of ancient Noah's chaos, at that time

I'm afraid even the angel legions are powerful.

He was not afraid, but now facing these vampires and ghouls, Gul'dan had almost no power to fight back. Holding the skull of Gul'dan in his hand, Samuel fell into silence. The pressure from the underworld forced him to

While complaining about your ancestors, you study the skulls of your ancestors.

The strength of the Skull of Gul'dan has exceeded ordinary people's imagination. Samuel once wanted to crack open the skull to see what secrets were hidden inside, but until the end, he tried his best and could not find it in the pure white jade.

A scratch was left on the skull, and the black mist was still emanating from the eye sockets of the skull. Saimu

Er clasped his right hand on the skull, and the sharp teeth suddenly bit down the moment he scratched his finger. The mandible of the Skull of Gul'dan, which had been sleeping motionless, suddenly moved, biting Samuel's finger directly, and the blood was like a drop of blood.

The fountain spurted out through the wound on his finger, and Gul'dan's Skull instantly absorbed all the blood.

The white skull instantly turned blood red, and even the eye sockets glowed with a ghastly blood. The black mist grew thicker. Samuel immediately stretched out his left hand, trying to open the head biting his fingers, but before he could

When his left hand touched the skull, the blood-sucked Gul'dan's skull let go and floated into the air. Thick black mist kept coming out of the eye sockets. The black mist slowly formed into a ball in the air, and finally

A human figure surrounded by black mist appeared in mid-air

After Samuel stopped the bleeding from the wound, he looked up and looked at everything that happened in the air. When the humanoid appeared, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart. Although the humanoid's face was still blurry, Samuel's body shape

They recognized the identity of this dark figure. He was clearly the founding king of the Gul'dan Empire—Emperor Gul'dan! The portrait of Emperor Gul'dan that has been circulating has long been caused by some kind of reason.

The purpose has been tampered with, which means that even the portraits of the great emperor enshrined in the country's temples are not the real emperor. Only the heirs of the royal family can get a glimpse of the true appearance of the founding emperor after inheriting the throne. The founding emperor has a very obvious characteristic.

, that is, his left arm was broken off in the war, so he is one-armed, and this black shadow is missing his left arm.

"Did you wake me up, my child?" the shadow asked in a majestic voice.

Samuel calmed down and bowed and replied: "I woke you up. If I guessed correctly, you should be my long-dead ancestor, Emperor Gul'dan?"

The black shadow nodded and said: "There is no doubt that you are my descendant, because only the same bloodline can awaken the afterimage of my soul from the skull of Gul'dan. I have already felt the smell of darkness permeating the air. If I

If you guessed it correctly, the underworld has already started to invade our western continent?"

Samuel couldn't help but lamented: "We are just opening the summoning circle now, and the other party has sent two evil races, vampires and werewolves, to spread the plague. Although I don't know why those werewolves have disappeared, the plague has already spread.

Our Gul'dan troops are simply not enough to resist the invading evil race, so we can only fall into passive defense. Only strong walls and clear fields can temporarily delay the spread of the plague."

The black shadow sighed in a helpless voice: "Thank you for your hard work, my child. I think you must have resented me for the burden I have placed on the entire family for countless years? This is also the last time I appeared in the Western Continent. I think I have

I need to tell you what happened in the past, otherwise there will really be no chance!"

"My ancestors, please tell me the truth of the matter. I believe you must have your own reasons!" Samuel shouted excitedly.

"This matter starts from when I was young. At that time, I was the youngest son of the leader of the Moko clan and the weakest child in the entire family. Because my body was too weak, I could not practice martial arts and had to retreat.

The next best thing is to practice magic. At that time, our Noah Empire was the most powerful empire in the Western Continent. Although there were still

There are many problems, but the people are living a pretty good life. However, these are just appearances. There are deep problems hidden under the appearance. At that time, the powerful magicians of the Noah Empire were exploring the origin of magic. They wanted to use all their strength to find a way.

This eternal energy benefits the world. Among them is a powerful master, who is my teacher."


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