The tower with a quaint manner penetrated straight into the sky, it was completely shrouded in a magical atmosphere, and was incredibly bright.

The foundation of the Wizard Tower is made of shiny obsidian blocks, with the violet spiral surrounded by gold surrounds, and many shining stones circling around the spiral, like shining stars.

Flowers are blooming outside the tower, and various strange flowers and plants emit a rich fragrance of nature, which makes the young paladin Moran almost dizzy.

Or, what made him feel this way was the strong magic pulsation in the air here?

This was the first time he had been so close to the wizard tower in Mokou Town. Moran, who stood on the top of a mountain in the Mokou Mountains, immediately felt that he was so ordinary and so small.

"Boy, it's time for us to leave. Staying here for a long time will easily be labeled as suspicious." A gentle and cunning voice came from behind Moran.

Moran suddenly shivered.

It was not because he felt how cold this bright sunny morning was, but because he felt that the blue sky, gentle cirrus clouds and rolling fields in front of him suddenly became darker because of this person's appearance.

Polivik is a high-level devil from Barto Hell, Moran thought.

The devil is the embodiment of autocracy, who runs a totalitarian society and is committed to dominating the lives of mortals.

The shadow of Barto's Nine Prisons covers the entire multiverse, and the Lord of Darkness of Nethers, Asmontis, struggles to conquer the universe, hoping to satisfy his desire for power.

To this end, they constantly expanded the Hell Legion and sent their servants to the mortal world to collect the fallen souls used to hatch new devils.

Although their group of paladins who have made the oath of "conquest" have become firm allies with these devils, this does not prevent Moran from always being alert to him.

Because conquest, slavery and trouble are the meaning of the devil's survival.

They show their authority to the weak and enjoy it, and anyone who despises their authority will see the scene of instantaneous changes in their faces and cruel punishments.

The devil will see any interaction as an opportunity to show its power, and all devils are very clear about how to use or abuse their power.

They knew that mortals were addicted to suffering and faults because of their wisdom, and used this information to guide mortals into temptation and darkness, turning mortals into slaves of desire.

The devils in the material plane are best at using their influence to manipulate humanoid creatures, spreading evil ideas, causing imagination and even directly starting tyranny.

Moran did not say a word, took back his eyes from the towering wizard tower in Mokou Town, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

"You know, the owner of Mokou Town is not a fuel-efficient lamp." The high-level devil said to himself, not caring about the attitude of the paladin towards him at all.

Moran heard a hint of solemnity from the devil's playful words, but he did not point it out and did not want to communicate too much with him.

Ever since he followed his teacher to meet with the devil named Polyvik at the "Salazion" tavern in Mokou Town, his teacher took a secret mission to Hell Gate Castle in the Supreme Forest.

He stayed in Mokou Town and helped the devil observe the state of the territory in secret.

“Remember, we are observers.”

In a trance, the warning of the high-level devil seemed to echo in his ears, "Our task is to hide our identity and observe this town, not to interfere in any matter here."

Moran remembered the devil's warning in his heart, and he couldn't help but wonder how credible his words were.

After all, these devils who are hard to even contract, how much is their words worthy of trust?

Sometimes, Moran also finds it difficult to understand why his teacher chose to cooperate with the devil.

"Whether it is the sun rises and sunsets, the sun will rise as usual and sets as usual. Our lives are the same, with day and night. But it will not be like the sun, with regular sunrises and sunsets. Some people live under the sunlight all their lives, and some people have to live in the dark nights all their lives. Perhaps what they fear is the sun that has always existed, and after it sets, it will no longer rise."

Moran couldn't help but recall the words of his teacher, the Paladin leader of the Knights of "Stern Jaw".

He can still remember deeply that the teacher's wrinkled face was full of sadness.

He came back to his senses, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and walked towards the gate of Mokou Town with Polyvik.

While walking, he could clearly feel that since last night, the Wizard Tower had an amazing energy burst out, and the spiral of the tower was flashing with circling and dancing stones. The town seemed to be hiding in the darkness, observing everyone's every move at all times.

This feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over.

At this moment, a caravan heading from the west of the Kingdom of Cormier, towards the Sunset Valley attracted Moran's attention.

Through the deep axle marks left by the carriage on the ground, it can be seen that all of these goods are mainly heavy steel. In addition to the purple dragon from the Kingdom of Cormier, there is also a small flag embroidered with a twin-peaked fire camel.

Obviously, this is the largest caravan under the lord of Mokou Town.

"It seems that the day of Ansheng is gone in a few days." The high-level devil Polivik glanced at the endless caravan and sighed with a smile.

He stopped under a lush tree on the trade road, blew up a strand of light golden hair that hung down to cover his eyes, and said to the young paladin beside him in a frivolous tone:

"Boy, I've heard that you have won 100 consecutive victories in the arena in Mokou Town, so I'm very curious, have you ever experienced war?"

as always.

Moran ignored the devil and waited patiently for the caravan to pass by him.

But when it comes to war, his thoughts float to the Baldur Gate on the bank of the Chongsa River, a veritable snake den and rat nest.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The poisonous snakes and rats are lying on the rocks, overlooking the Chongsa River. Their high habitat is located in the upper city area. The local nobles looked high above at the general public living in the foggy port like arms embracing the dirty lower city area.

The Baldur Gate is filled with blood, crime and opportunity. It is easy for individuals to understand why pirates and merchants are attracted to this place like flies on corpses.

The Baldur Gate he witnessed was the closest place to hell in his impression.

Five years ago, Barr, the god of killing who had been dead for a long time, was reborn at the Baldur Gate in chaos and blood. Sequels of tragedy were staged in the city, causing the deaths of the dukes and a large number of residents of the city.

Just what you see and hear in the lower city is enough to make Moran be haunted by nightmares for the rest of his life.

The bodies blocked the river, and the priestesses in rotten robes were nailed to wooden stakes in the square, and large groups of green flies shining with oil covered their bodies.

The dying people wandered blindly on the streets, leaving a pool of blood along the way, and the children were red-eyed to fight for a pot of uncooked wild dogs.

The dukes who ruled the Baldur Gate screamed and were stripped naked and threw them into the arena, causing more than twenty hungry hellhounds to eat.

Fire, fire is everywhere in the city.

Until now, he had to close his eyes and see the sky-storming fire. The tongue of fire emerged from the evil temple of any castle he had seen in his life. Bunches of greasy smoke circled up like a rampant black snake.

Although the fire was finally under control, it was not completely extinguished, and the ashes drifted lazily in the breeze, like big and dirty snowflakes.

It is said that the return of the god of killing Barr and the fact that He regained control of the realm of murder from the god of murder Cirik, has convinced some scholars and wise men that the laws that the gods must obey are changing.

Moran fled at the blood and killing of the Baldur Gate, endured the turbulent wind and waves on the crowded boat, ate hard bread covered with weevils, drank dark rum until he was drunk, slept on moldy straw piles, and his nostrils were filled with the body odor of his companions... These encounters were prepared when he signed a contract in Santalin and promised to act as a gladiator for him.

Although suffering is hard, it is an indispensable part of his adventure career. He often warns himself to persevere and endure.

So he miraculously completed a hundred consecutive victories in the "Blood Drink" arena and gained a free body.

"Body's Gate is nothing." The slightly mocking laughter of the high-level devil interrupted Moran's painful memories with 'kindness'.

"After all, you have not seen the real hell, the real bloody battle in the abyss. Don't worry, you will see it one day because this is your final destination."

"Of course, the premise is that you can reach Affonus alive." The devil added with a smile.

He could guess what I was thinking. There was no secret in front of him. The young paladin looked at the devil from Batto Hell with a bad look.

No matter how angry he is, he can perfectly control this force and let reason replace it.

After all, his skills are not as good as others at the moment, otherwise he would have punched his smiling face to the point of blood.

Polyvik was not wrong, and the bloody battle in the abyss was indeed his final destination.

He even looked forward to the arrival of this day early in his heart.

In that distant era, when those sacred and glorious deeds were born, a tumor was gradually formed. This tumor was the bloody battle in the abyss. The venom it secreted has now spread throughout the lower planes.

It is said that the craze of bloody battles in the abyss lasted an extremely long time.

Some people say that it witnessed the birth of all planes, the arrival of the first mortal, and would watch the death of the last person.

It runs through all historical records - to you, this can be traced back to a very long time - and the bloody battle has never stopped in the lower plane in anyone's memory.

Even for the existence of divine power, the bloody battle is beyond the scope of the memory of the gods, and its history is almost as ancient as the history of creation.

The long caravan gradually drifted away, and Moran and Polivik walked towards the gate of Mokou Town.

"Young man, no matter what, we are all ally. In the future, we will be teammates who will fight together in the future." The high-level devil said with a smile, "Why do you have to be so hostile to me all day long? You don't have to be surging by these messy things. After all, we are the ones you trust most at the moment."

"In that case, to express your sincerity, tell me what is your purpose in coming to the material plane?" Moran looked at Polivik and asked in a deep voice, "I am not a three-year-old, so don't tell me, just for the so-called observation and surveillance."

“To be precise, our purpose is the same as you.”

The high-level devil smiled slightly, and he turned around, his eyes drifted over the Storm Horn Mountains in the distance, and whispered: "We are also trying to find a sword, a sword that can change the situation in Aphurus."

The young paladin looked at the devil, and as he expected, the devil looked at the horn of the Storm in the Kingdom of Cormier, but the sunset mountain in the west.

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The Well of Dragons is an extinct volcano at the northern end of the Sunset Mountains. For some reason that mortals cannot understand, for thousands of years, a large number of dragons that are about to reach the end of their lives will choose to die here.

The Dragon Witch Cult discovered the Dragon Well a long time ago. This dormant volcano has a natural corridor and winding rock tunnel.

With the advantage of geography, the Dragon Witch Cult has expanded these caves for its own use.

Inside the central crater, they built a ritual place where the dying dragons would be attracted and transformed into dragon lichs.

Since the Dragon Speech Saiweilin took over the Dragon Witch Cult and changed its name to the Dragon Bergian Cult, the catacombs at the extreme below the crater have been renovated and reused.

Now, this place has become the largest and magnificent temple of the five-colored dragon Queen Tiamat.

"The reign of the Dragon Queen will also begin here."

After completing his prayer for Tiamat, Sevillin walked along the winding corridor towards the deepest part of the crater.

He pushed the door open next to an unlocked cave.

In the room, four motionless gargoyles were guarding silently.
To be continued...