"Hmph!" Faced with Brian's provocation, Bozor's phantom angrily said: "Ignorous mortal, do you think that by this means, you can hinder the Dark Monarch's plan, naive!"

"I don't know if you can stop it, but I exploded your invasion of the Shadow Valley portal." Brian continued, "and will block all your plans next."

"Just you? Overestimate yourself." Bozor snorted coldly: "I can kill you at will! Just entertain yourself and cherish the little time left."

"Since that's the case, I'll wait for your arrival at any time," said Brian. "When you come to Shadow Valley, the believers of Dark Sun and the clones of Manson will definitely take this opportunity to take your nest. Of course, you can choose not to believe it."

How did he know?

Bozor looked shocked and fell into silence, as if confirming the authenticity of Bryan's words.

"What? Don't believe it?" Brian continued: "I already knew in advance that the vampire clones hidden in the Dark Night Mask and the undead clones of the Raven Fortress have set out to find you for revenge. Your Dark Intelligence Network system will not be tinnitus again."

It seems that his really resolves the situation in Tyrburg.

Bozor was shocked by Brian's words, which made him temporarily suppress the idea of ​​going to Shadow Valley in person, and chose to believe that the forces of the Ghost City and the Drow family would be able to complete this mission.

"It seems you really don't dare to come." Brian continued to provoke: "Then stay honestly in your nest, waiting for me to brush you off like a boss, and then let you wear sexy black stockings and play a big shot in women's clothing."

"Mansong has experienced this personally. If you don't believe it, you can ask it yourself when you meet and learn some experience about women's clothing in advance." He made the final addition.

What? Mansong has done such a shameful thing?

As a voter of the Dark Monarch, he could feel that what the wizard lord said was true, which made him realize that he had accidentally found the handle of his archenemy Mansong. At that time, he must humiliate the founder of the Santalin Society, hum.

"Then I'll wait for your arrival!"

Bozor's tone seemed to chew on steel, and every word was murderous, "I will pull out every bone of yours and crush them, and then feed them all to the dog."

"It seems that you must have a good relationship with the dog." Brian teased: "Oh, I almost forgot that you are just a dog raised by the Dark Monarch, and you are sympathetic."

"I……"

Bozor was furious as he was jokingly by Brian's joking words. He was about to fight back, but he found that Brian had a spell to dispel his shadow in advance.

His words were blocked in his throat and he couldn't hold them out, so he was so angry that he shivered all over.

"Let's go." Brian threw the Ashaba pendant to Azara and said with a serious expression:

"Bozor dares not come to Shadow Valley for the time being. We must take advantage of this opportunity to drive all the invaders out. Your next task is to go to the Old Skull Tavern, join Leosen to incite the residents of the valley and contact the Elves Expeditionary Forces of Cormanso."

"I get it." Azara nodded solemnly, and then couldn't help but say curiously: "Mr. Brian, is Manson really forced to wear black stockings and women's clothing?"

"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask your mother, who is one of the leading actors." Brian said to him with a smile.

The lineup of participants in this matter is very luxurious. The seven sisters of the Northland and Ilminster directly made Manson, the former leader of the Santalin Society, stunned.

This was what Brian accidentally learned from the storm.

After saying that, he took out a black messaging crystal, "I won't go with you, next I need to meet an old friend."

"Old friend?" Azara was stunned for a moment, looking at Brian, about to ask, but unfortunately it was too late, and the other party had already stepped on the teleportation array and disappeared.

However, he was still using the light of the magic circle and was shocked to find that there was a sign printed on Brian's messaging crystal: a unique pattern composed of three silver balls like the moon.

…………

In the gloomy underground palace covered by shadows, more than a dozen white and miserable ghost fires floated in the dim hall, adding a little horror to the quiet atmosphere in front of you.

Shadow Valley was recaptured by the Elf Expeditionary Force and the Valley Armed Forces!

Yada Tanshul, the second prince of the Ghost City, brought his three brothers to support him. As soon as he arrived at the underground palace of the Lich Arokar in the Shadow Valley, he received this shocking news.

"These idiots from Santalin Club!"

A gloomy and cold voice appeared from the darkness of the underground palace. With the sound of high heels hitting the ground, a wich with dry white hair and wearing a bright red dress appeared in the hall. "Especially, that bitch, Sailuer, actually arrogantly attacked the Misty Valley, allowing the enemy to seize the opportunity and regain the Shadow Valley."

"What should we do next?" Yada glanced at the wizard Arokar who appeared from the darkness, and looked at his three brothers.

Ekasia looked at a mural of an elves bathing on the wall with her eyes lit up. Oripa held his "goddess" Netherworld Ancient Sword as usual, leaning against the pillar tacitly, while Egrela looked like she closed her eyes and thought deeply.

"Selouer has sent me a message." The wich sat on her skeleton throne, crossing her legs, revealing her long and decaying legs from her skirt.

"She has assembled the troops and is ready to counterattack the Shadow Valley. Let us cooperate with their actions and work together to kill the valley armed forces and the elves. What do you think?"

In the wich's hollow eyes, the light spots of rice grains flashed slightly, making Yada feel an inexplicable chill.

"Not really." Aegrera opened her eyes, and her deep and dark eyes flashed with a light red light, and analyzed: "The purpose of the Santalin Society is to conquer the Shadow Valley. The purpose of the Marimoda family is to build a stronghold from the dark area to the surface in the Twisted Tower, so that they can hunt elves on the surface, and our goal is to completely tear the magic net."

"If we assist them in occupying Shadow Valley, we are undoubtedly creating opportunities for the enemy and destroying the Lost Lady's plan." He added in a gentle tone, "After all, Shadow Valley witch Xilun has sacrificed his silver fire, which seriously hinders the progress of our plan and must not be delayed."

"What do you mean?" asked the wich with skinny eyebrows.

"It's very simple." Agerala sneered, "Defend the underground palace to the end, and then take advantage of the time when Santalin and the Dower family dragged the enemy down and accelerate the progress of tearing the magic net."

"Yes, this is indeed the best solution right now, and it is also Aceville's real idea." The wich agreed with the ghost prince's opinion, then changed his tone, and his cold tone made the whole hall feel like a bone-blooded chill:

"But Ms. Lost is the goddess who keeps secrets. She doesn't want her secrets to be known by too many people. Therefore, seeing you shadow people stay in my underground palace, just thinking about it can make people feel nauseous."

"In fact, I think so too." Agerala took the initiative to take a step forward and said coldly, "After all, I have never planned to stay in the underground palace of lichs like you, but chose to set up traps on the periphery and wait quietly for the prey to take the bait."

"And what surprised me even more was that you would feel disgusted and nauseated." He stared at the wich on the throne of the skeleton and said in a bad manner:

"Do you feel disgusted? Arokar's 'Miss', I have heard that as long as it is an item related to the recovery of the body, even if it is something that allows you to apply the essence of life energy to your loose and rotten skin, you are willing to do it. After all, you don't even have a sense of smell or taste. This is not a problem for you, right? So I'm very curious, what will disgusting you? Please don't treat this question as an insult or provocation. I'm really curious, what exactly makes the lich feel nauseous?"

"What is it, don't you know in your heart?" The wich's shriveled chest rose and fell, and he retorted without showing any weakness:

"How should I call you? Are you Prince Tanshul or Little Prince Licking Dog? So I'm also very curious, what kind of taste do you have, you are obsessed with Ms. Polaris to the extent that even if she was ominous in her later years, you wouldn't want to give up. Unfortunately, in the end, they didn't see you directly until they died. Little Prince, please don't treat this question as an insult or provocation. I'm really curious, where Blaise was fascinated by you, and I'm still obsessed with it. I've sent someone to the dark area to find the floating tomb where she once fell. Are you planning to do something about the rubber model in the tomb?"

"You don't have to worry about this." Agerala said angrily:

"It turns out that this makes you disgusting. Of course, this is understandable. After all, your taste is unique. Yes, your taste is unique. Even your two daughters are very unique. After all, they are biological, which is understandable. Otherwise, you mother and daughter would not serve a man together. What makes people applaud is that in order to fight for power and profit, the two daughters actually joined forces to kill their mother. In the end, they could only be forced to transform into a lich, turning into a slut with dark skin, yellow and moldy, and dreaming of being a estrus girl every day. Are you planning to go into heat for ghouls to see? Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Seeing the two of them facing each other without showing any weakness, Yada rubbed her head with a headache, and he knew that such a thing would happen.

After all, the wizard Arokar is not only an archanger in the period of Naseril, but also Egerella's former mortal enemy, because she tried to steal the tomb of Ms. Polaris many times, claiming that there is a Naseril scroll hidden inside, which was stopped by Egerella.

Before the Magic Net collapsed, in order to compete for the right to inherit the floating city, she was assassinated by her two daughters and was eventually forced to transform into a lich and survive to this day.

"You can see." Just when Yada was so troubled that she didn't know how to persuade Egrela, Ekasia came over and said with a smile, "This wich must have been a great beauty during her lifetime."

Is this a matter of saying?

Yada was too lazy to take care of her younger brother who couldn't walk when she saw the beautiful woman.

"We are here to complete the Lost Lady's plan." He reminded Ekasia in a stern tone, "not to talk about love with the wich."

"She has died once, what are you afraid of?" Ekasia said dissatisfied, "She will not eat you again."

"But she is a lich," Yada repeated.

"So?" Ekasia said indifferently, "I am still a ghost. The ghost is a perfect match for a lich. Don't you want to try it?"

"...A three-year-old child knows that lichs are dangerous." Yada said sloppyly. After saying this, he couldn't help but recall a ridiculous thing Ecasia had done in Cormanso.

He actually used his ghost ranger to track his abilities to chase a Beno Lich - a lich transformed from an elves, ran to at least three underground palaces, and finally pressed her in the corner, lifted the bone-skinned chin, and kissed her fiercely. He couldn't bear to look at her...

"But I'm more dangerous than a lich." Ekasia smiled and before leaving, she did not forget to look back at the wich who was already trembling with anger.
Chapter completed!