For the orcs, opportunities are everywhere near the Dark Tower Balatur. In addition to fighting, there are also arenas to select commanders through competitions. It can be seen that Dushat is still very interested in these things, and his eyes are often envious. He walked and stopped, stopped in front of the camp where the strong men were selected, and looked around for a while.

Zhao Mai waited quietly on the side until he made up his mind to continue following the current leader. "Why don't you try it?"

"They are not as good as you, so they are naturally not as promising as you." Dushat scratched his bald head and said in a muffled voice: "If you can't do the best, you have to follow the best."

Who said orcs have no wisdom? "Okay, since you say that, I will train you. As long as you can endure hardships, you will definitely become a strong man among orcs. Whether you are afraid of you or love you, you will truly respect you."

After a few seconds, Dushat asked, "What is respect?"

"It's just that you will let you eat first when you eat." Zhao Mai's explanation made the orc realize suddenly, and repeatedly said that respect was a good thing, and then began to look forward to being respected, and even saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Mai had no time to pay attention to Dushat's inner hope and happiness, but instead devoted all his energy to observing the Doomsday Volcano. The closer he was to this famous mountain, the more he could feel its majestic and majestic momentum that suppressed all things. Zhao Mai once felt similar powers on the biting ice Desperate Great Wall, which was deeply rooted in the foundation of the earth, and was closely related to the fate of the entire world. The Desperate Great Wall is cold, and the Doomsday Volcano gathered all the destruction, cruelty and burning forces to form this inexhaustible furnace.

The Great Wall of Desperate only absorbed the power of the surrounding land a hundred miles, and the Doomsday Volcano radiated the entire Mordor and even continued to extend outward. In terms of power comparison, even if the Great Wall of Desperate is larger, if thrown into the Doomsday Volcano, it will be burned into steam without accident and turned into a cloud floating in the air, which will almost no longer affect the continued eruption of the volcano.

In addition to the powerful destructive power, a defensive fortress was built at the foot of the Doomsday Volcano, a strong army of orcs guarding it, and the Ring Spirits were in charge. Along the way to the Doomsday Volcano, especially in the direction leading to the forging platform, were covered with various terrible spells, eyeing them to guard against any possible invaders. These forces could not stop a strong man like Zhao Mai, but the rich will of the dark world was a real enemy.

The dark power here has been distorted by Zoro's will, and it continues to exude malice, both for the light and the dark side. At a distance from the foot of the mountain, Zhao Mai felt oppressed and had to slow down and adjust. Dushat even took a few steps and needed a rest to calm his mood before he could pluck up his strength to move forward again. If he could pluck up his power to fight it, it would easily cause annihilation effect. Even if Zhao Mai could not be burned to death, he would definitely expose him, and this was not what he wanted.

On the other hand, the reserve grain and the small flowers are "not deeply involved in the world". Whether it is dark or light, they are less rejected, so they seem to be very relaxed when walking. If this is the case, they cannot be brought to the ring spirit to avoid the attention of the ring spirit. Zhao Mai looked for a corner and kicked out a shallow pit with his feet, so that the reserve grain and the small flowers would hide in it waiting for him to come back.

Kahnta is right in front. Although it is the place where the Ring Spirit lives, its height and scale are very cold, not as tall as the Fire Crow Centurion's artillery tower. There are not many guards here, only a few goblins stand guard and serve. Their necks are all wearing collars and bound by chains, and are linked far away to Kahnta's pillars, like dogs tied up. Each goblin is deeply oppressed by the power of darkness, tortured by the terrible aura of the Doomsday Volcano and the Ring Spirit to the point of being weak. Sooner or later, they will collapse, and new service personnel will replace them.

"What are you doing?" The goblin's face was covered with blood marks from his own scratches, his pupils were scattered, but he still could not forget his responsibilities. "This is the residence of Lord Jie Ling, you dare to disturb him!"

"I am Tverdo Blackfoot, the centurion of the Nurn Plain. We have captured the infiltrating elves. We are loyal to the Dark Demon Lord, obeying his orders and instructions, so we bring the elves here." Zhao Mai took out Christie's pistol and showed it to the goblins: "Lord Ring Spirit will definitely reward us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kahnta's door opened, and a shadow wrapped in black sackcloth came out with a black helmet. It was in the place where it should be the face, with only the invisible black shadow. The tingling sound of ears came out of the armor, like nails slashing across the blackboard, like rusty iron swords rubbing against each other. "Come on!"

The Ring Spirit puts great pressure on people, and the breath on its body is exactly the same as the Doomsday Volcano behind it. Zhao Mai only felt that he was surrounded by the flames spurted out by the giant dragon, and he had to be respectful at all times. Only by obeying tremblingly can he survive.

All of this is the feeling brought to him by the will of the dark world, floating on the surface of his body and isolated from his independent consciousness. However, in order to "go with the flow" and to better disguise himself, Zhao Mai bent down, untied the package behind him, and presented Christie's things in front of the Ring Spirit.

Dushat also followed suit and took off the shroud. No matter how beautiful she was during her lifetime, she could not see it after being photographed and corruption. The goblins around her showed disgust and disgusting expressions, but under the pressure of the ring spirit, their feet were still nailed to the ground.

"Okay, very good!" The voice of the ring spirit expressing joy is still a torture for others, "It's another!"

Another one? Zhao Mai heard it quietly. "I am willing to serve the great dark demon king!"

"Who killed her?" The Ring Spirit swept through the two orcs and walked towards Dushat: "Yes, you're doing well. Do you want more power?"

"Think." Dusha nodded. He looked at Zhao Mai, and then added: "It is mainly because of the black-footed leader's ability, so I have the last chance to kill her."

The Ring Spirit said nothing, a black smoke drifted into Dushat's nostrils, and reached his limbs through breathing and blood circulation. Black patterns appeared on his skin, his body became stronger and his eyes became more ferocious.
Chapter completed!