He is indeed a heroic dark guard who has undergone rigorous training and firm minds.

Amid the angry but calm roar of Gali, many Sha'er believers who had fallen and trembled before suddenly woke up like a dream, staggeringly following the dark guards who were stroking, as far away as possible from the area where the two great masters confronted each other.

The 20 people from the "Silver Holy Sword" walked to the vicinity of the "Salon Wall" at this moment.

It is like a magic barrier like a purple light curtain, and it has been in the distant void for many years.

Standing on the dune, the divine fist made Morrison intoxicated, staring at the purple light curtain.

On the way, he gave the more knowledgeable mage in his team to make up for the background knowledge of the ancient Netherel Empire. Along the way, various ancient ruins, such as murals, and statues everywhere, all showed that this underground world was related to Netherel!

When Morrison thought of the brilliant empire that was destroyed by the Demon Aoi, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

Big plot!

Absolutely big plot!

Morrison regretted missing Cormier's main line a month ago. At that time, he was developing an ancient ruin, which was also the key to the "Silver Holy Sword" taking off in the next month.

The main plot involves too much.

Environment, characters, and location are the three elements of the story.

From the first holographic simulation game, it is not difficult for experienced Morrison to speculate that the elf city of ‘Evraska’ will be the core location that will lead to the city of Ghost City and let millions of players in "Dawn" know about Ghost City.

Master Gryrion is one of the plot characters.

Thinking of this, Morrison couldn't help but hold his head tightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he whispered: "Damn, I couldn't kill that guy, the emerald necklace is not in my hand..."

"Captain!"

A male mage player of lv15, who is also the mage leader of the 'Silver Holy Sword' team, suddenly woke Morrison up in a horrified voice: "Hurry, get out of here!"

"What's going on?!" Morrison woke up.

“Look there—”

The rest of the team also had similar expressions. Morrison looked at the sky near the "Salon Wall" and his pupils suddenly dilated.

There were actually two people there, one entangled by the noble and majestic magic net energy, while the other released a cold, mysterious shadow ray!

At the same time, Morrison's heart was heavy, as if he was pressing against a mountain, and he couldn't breathe.

The mage player of Lv15 said anxiously: "Captain, retreat first. The two indigenous mages are fighting. If we are too close, we will be affected by advanced spells!"

"withdraw!"

Morrison did not hesitate at all and raised his hand to order the group members. However, as soon as he finished speaking, another warrior player screamed and pointed to a group of black shadows that were moving from a distance: "Someone is coming!"

"What the hell?" Morrison was startled. This was not good news. It was covered by magic darkness, so it was difficult to determine whether the other party was a friend or an enemy.

"Get out of here!"

Just after Morrison hesitated for two or three seconds, the hero Dark Guard, who was rushing in front, was approaching them.

Gali stared at the twenty Saints in front of him with anger in his eyes, his face was covered with murderous intent, and he suddenly accelerated his charge, waved the black-handed sword in his hand, and said hideously: "You shouldn't appear here, Saints!"

Swish. The big sword shining with evil black light swept through the crowd. In an instant, six or seven white lights rose, and some corpses of players who were dying with their eyes wide open on the ground.

"spread!"

"Scatter!" Morrison shouted with bloodshot eyes.

In order to facilitate the observation of the "Saron Wall", he stood on a relatively high hill, and behind him there were several team confidants. Morrison's scream was useless, and followed Gali, and the behind several model professionals of Shaer also arrived.

"This group of Holy Landers who are blocking the way deserves damn!"

Sha'er's model female priest Jima screamed and chanted a spell. A sharp shadow blade immediately appeared in her fair hands. These shadow blades automatically rotated and cut around her. The female priest hurriedly ran over the "Silver Holy Sword" team, just like a strangling machine crushing by. In an instant, several system information about the death of the group members popped up in the "Silver Holy Sword" channel.

"It's a dog!"

At this moment, looking at the elite members who were slaughtered by madly under the dunes, Morrison could only scold him.

In the vision of the Divine Fist, there are many warrior members who have put up large shields on the sand to block the aggressive human indigenous professions, but the other two behind, as well as the large group of Sha'er's devotees, easily destroyed this fragile defense line.

Morrison's expression was numb, looking at the corpse under the sand dunes, and then looking at the indigenous groups that were carrying sand and dust. His head was empty, and he didn't know the cause of the tragic traffic accident.

It is obvious that this group of human indigenous people just wanted to escape, and the "Silver Holy Sword" just happened to become an obstacle on their escape route, and then it was naturally cleared.

"Why..." Morrison whispered just now, and the dark underground world suddenly lit up.

He looked up blankly, and in his vision, a huge meteorite surrounded by high-temperature flames dragged its long and brilliant tail, carrying the space shock and falling.

"【Meteor explosion】!" A magic player behind him exclaimed, and then stood on the sand dune like petrified.

"Meteor explosion?" Morrison seemed to have heard the name of this spell.

With the memories, the divine fist finally changed from ashen to pale without any blood.

...

The passage of the underground world.

"Finally come in!"

Charles led Nodashir and his group through a newly excavated passage and walked into this dark world where purple magic light curtains were buried.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Charles took his step, his right foot stepped on the sand, a sharp one-handed sword quietly pressed against his neck.

"Don't move!" said the cold female voice.

He was stunned. This was a standard elf language. Before using the magic technique, Charles could only barely hear some simple words. Fortunately, the word "don't move" was in the elf dictionary he knew. Charles immediately raised his hands and used his eyes to signal the friends who followed him to put down the staff and weapons in his hands.

"We are not enemies!" Charles said in a common language: "We are from Cormier, a rescue team sent by the female lord Millman Raul."

The female elf did not respond, and the one-handed long sword was still resting on his neck, showing a high level of training.

Shire has already speculated about the identity of this sword-holding female elf.

The Tomb Guardian of Evraska.

So, while slowly expressing his lack of malice to the female elf, he took out the emerald necklace stuffed by the moon elf mage from his pocket.

bite.

When the necklace was started, a green ball of light appeared on Charles' palm, but Charles did not instruct the ball to pursue the indigenous NPCs, but only let the ball act as the source of lighting.

A faint green glow filled the passageway.
Chapter completed!