Because on the west side of the open space, a large area of ​​land has been swamped and has become a large rotten pond with a large area, and many vegetation of various ferns, shrubs and vines have grown.

In the center of the open space, there is a stone fountain, but the water surface in the fountain is already covered with yellow-green algae.

The pool water radiated with green luster spread out from the pool and gathered into a pool of water towards the main building complex on the north side.

Although the main building is still well preserved, the wall on the west side of the courtyard does look disrepaired and shaky.

Brian's attack obviously triggered the entire fortress's defense system. As soon as the two of them passed through the guard room and arrived at the main building complex of the fortress, they heard bursts of rapid alert sounds.

A group of lizard people came over with great momentum.

Their eyes were blood-red, their bodies were covered with dark black scales, and their bodies were surrounded by shadow energy. The momentum of their running was like a rolling and surging dark cloud.

However, Brian also noticed that behind the group of lizard men, there were two humans who looked like they were wearing black armor.

A clear and high decibel voice came from under one of the helmets, which was easy to tell that this was a woman.

"You actually dare to invade our holy land and seek death!"

——"Yang Yan Explosion!"

A dazzling bright light suddenly exploded as Brian lifted his staff.

In an instant, shrill wails and hisses sounded one after another.

Facing ghost creatures, there is no more shocking spell than the damage caused by large-scale group attack spells like "Yang Yan Explosion".

The strong light dissipated, and the surrounding air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell. All the lizardman warriors who had received the blessing of shadow energy all turned into burnt corpses under the hot and strong light.

Although the two priestesses in the lead survived, they were then sent to the warm embrace of Lost Lady by Brian.

"Hey, let this spell be used next time, and say it in advance." The warlock lady on the side rubbed her eyes that were shining with tears, and complained to Brian.

"I understand." Hearing this, Brian looked at her calmly, then replied casually, and immediately signaled her to keep pace with her.

After solving three waves of enemies in a row, they finally came to the interior of the hall.

The situation here is obviously much worse than its appearance.

The foyer was filled with gravel, some of which looked like fragments of the ceiling, some were surrounded by stone pillars, and some even had collapsed walls.

It can be said that even if this area collapses the next moment, it is not a strange thing.

Brian noticed that there was a large door on the north side of the foyer and a door with the same shape on the right.

In the corner to the left is a headless statue. The statue's armor and sword have a very unique decorative shape, which looks like Cormier's style.

"This is the ancestor of the Kingdom of Cormier, Azene IV." Karadna's clear and nice voice sounded in the hall, helping Brian relieve his doubts, "It is your grandfather of Queen Hisay. It is said that this fortress was for..."

"Do you care why it is. The most important thing now is not to delay time." Brian interrupted the sorcerer's complacent voice and signaled her to follow.

They came to the end of the hall as fast as possible, with a large swath of garbage piled up in the passage, dead plant stems, bones, leather, and so on.

The corner outside the garbage dump looks quite clean.

Moreover, the ceiling of the passage had almost collapsed, and the walls had also sunk into a large area. There were four doors on both sides of the room, one of which was obviously Bryan's target.

Because a middle-aged man in the robe of the magic goddess Mistera was standing at the door, blocking their way, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He looked like a human, but his face was a little gray and expressionless, as if there were shadows surrounding him. Behind him were three humans, two men and one woman standing in a row like a benchmark.

They were all expressionless, wearing purple robes, ready for battle, lifting one hand and reaching the other in the spell material bag.

The middle-aged man in the robe of the magic goddess priest shouted loudly: "Silly intruder, Mistera will make you pay for what you do!"

The three people behind him followed with a mechanical retelling: "Yes, the goddess will definitely do it."

Brian responded to the unfortunate group of completely brainwashed bad guys with a group sleeping technique that allowed them to have a beautiful sleep before the entire fortress was destroyed.

Because if they are lucky enough to persevere until the Shadow Magic Network node is destroyed, then they may be lucky enough to save their lives.

After Brian carefully checked, he carefully pushed open the door that had just been guarded.

In the dim room, erratic shadows were flying aimlessly, and there was no obvious light source.

The two corners of the room have collapsed, leaving only gravel on the ground and large holes in the ceiling where you can directly see the sky.

There is also a headless statue in the southeast corner of the hall, but this is a woman in armor.

"This is Queen Inkra of Esparin." The sorcerer who followed Brian, boredly playing with the hair hanging from his chest, explained the origin of the statue like a historian:

"In DR1162, after the queen married the crown prince of Cormier, Palagrad, all the territory of Esparin was incorporated into Cormier."

Brian ignored her self-talk and walked straight through the hall to the depths of the fortress.

The two people's sight once appeared in a magnificent and solemn hall.

The exquisite Goliathian columns lead to curved areas from the ceiling. Of course, several columns have collapsed, and the ceiling above has collapsed.

Four statues stand under the walls on both sides, and two similar statues stand on the platform in the distant corner.

The most impressive thing in the hall is the huge black sphere floating in the center of the hall.

The black ball is like a vortex of air woven with shadows. At first glance, it is deep and unsightly. Many huge shadow-shaped tentacles are stretched out from the ball, intertwined in the air, reaching the surrounding walls.

These tentacles seemed to squeeze out light from the air, making the hall look much darker.

Some creatures guarded the room and seemed to be ready for battle in advance.

A half dragon stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by flashing shadows.

Her eyes were flowing with a blasphemy, reminding Brian of the appearance of the Shadow Scale Tribe leader described to him by the old shaman of the Sharp-Tooth Tribe.

"The fool who dares to challenge me, I have a stronger power than my ancestors, come and die!"

The female lizardman roared in a skilled dragon language, and she was surrounded by a man with pale skin and tattoos, her body hidden in the shadows.

He was casting a spell, while he was preparing a thorn chain on his other hand, "The shadow will surely take you away."

Legendary powerhouse!

Seeing the man with pale skin and tattoos, Brian guessed his approximate strength, and then said to the sorcerer who was obviously alert to him, "I'll leave the lizardman leader to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he did not hesitate to perform the "Psychic Exile Technique" and appeared in the vast astral plane with the legendary priest of Ms. Lost.

After a dizzy turn, the male priest felt himself floating above the boundless silver sea, with a gloomy look obviously floating in his gloomy expression, and subconsciously wanted to escape.

Of course, Brian would not give him this opportunity.

——"Space Lock!"

An invisible force field enveloped the space of the two people.

——"Chain to remove magic!"

——"Advanced Magic!"

As Brian's staff lifted up, nearly invisible magic energy suddenly hit the priest's body, causing all the magical shields and buffing magic techniques around him to collapse and disappear.

——"Level 7 superpower: overclocking shock explosion!"

——"Level 8 superpower: Experience death!"

——"Level Nine Power: Tornado!"

In the astral space, Brian's originally invisible spiritual powers came toward the priest floating in the silver sea as if it was released.

In a blink of an eye, his fragile body was torn into a bloody rain in the roaring tornado.

A priest Shar who has reached the legendary realm died in humiliation in the storm of Brian's clean and neat psychic energy and arcane.

A ray of psychic light flashed by, and Brian's figure reappeared on the material plane.

He saw the half-dragonized lizard man lying on the ground dyingly, and a large pool of blood oozing out from the ground.

Seeing Brian appearing in front of him safely, the sorcerer Karadna widened her eyes in surprise, feeling incredible about his efficiency.

Brian ignored it and just stretched out his staff and pointed it out, and a fireball eliminated this dragon vein lizardman warlock with only level 4.

Then, his hand swept through the void and picked out a letter from the priest Shael's spoils, and carefully studied it. The sorcerer beside him also came to the front with curiosity and tilted his head to check.

To Koslo Seraven:

My mistress said she was unable to stop the contract your soul had made with her kingdom of God in the past.

But I promise that if her plan succeeds, your ethnic group will own a land on the continent of Feren that is no longer cursed and entangled.

The Everglades will be the perfect place for you to build your own kingdom.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no doubt that there will be no interference from other forces except for some tribes that are easily slaughtered or conquered. You can make a decision on your own.

The efforts in the Great Everglades will lay a good foundation for you to occupy the Kingdom of Cormier and settle here, so that you will no longer be afraid of losing your soul.

For a long time, she has provided the power of Shadow Magic Net, and I can provide you with more training.

I suggest you convince your ethnicity to accept this kind gift.

You have seen its power, and for the next less than a year, your people will know its power.

—————Esville Grayburg

The content of this letter mainly tells why the Lizardman of the Shadow Scale Tribe devoted himself to the church of Miss Lost and the future that Miss Lost promised to the Lizardman.

"Aceville Grey Castle?" Karadna showed a puzzled expression. Obviously she did not know the specific origin of the priestess.

"She is the Patriarch in charge of the Lost Lady Church of Cormier, Sambia, the Valley and Cormanso." Brian put away the letter and said to her:

"A character who is no less ruthless than 'Black Veil' Eliriel. She is now hosting the work of tearing the magic net in Shadow Valley. We will meet her soon."

"The priest and the lizard man just now should be the general manager of the fortress." He checked everything in the room and said, "Don't waste time, find the secret room leading to the shadow plane as soon as possible."
To be continued...