"So, I always think that you have lost a sense of awe. Believe me, your terrible thought will lay the groundwork for your future death." Egerra was unmoved. "You not only thought of 'Tahadana' too simple, but also thought of Ms. Lost too simple."

Lost Lady Shar, as one of the oldest goddesses in the kingdom.

How could he be so easy to escape from her control? Even his father couldn't do it. The ghost prince thought sadly:

There is also Brenas, who thought that if he became a file scholar and did not contact the Shadow Magic Network, he would not have any intersection with Ms. Lost?

Naive like a child!

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Ancient Cormanso Forest.

The towering ancient giant trees cover the entire sky, and only the shade and emerald green are visible to the eyes. Birds sing in the forest, and reindeer shuttles between the woodlands. Occasionally, you can see a pool of fish swimming in the clear spring waving their tails happily. The huge guide stones contain rich magic. The roads in the forest are very narrow and almost invisible to the distance.

The lost lady Shar's priestess, "Black Veil", Eliriel, looked indifferently at the man in black robe who was kneeling in front of him, trembling in a cold tone:

"Anyone who has ever bathed in the shadow of the Lost Lady must serve the goddess with all his heart. Hajjhona, do you understand?"

"I understand, Lord High Priest." Hajjhona, who was crawling on the ground, looked like a mouse pressed under his claws by a cat.

"I know my mistake in the glory of the Lost Lady. Here I beg the goddess who keeps the secret and gives her humble believers a chance to reform."

“A wise choice.”

Eliriel looked down at him condescendingly and said in an unquestionable tone, "Now, I order you to go deep into the Wind Song Tower in the ruins of Mess Zorno to help the goddess find a big tree in the form of golden beech."

"Is it another complete set of color-resistant scrolls?" Hajjhona said in shock when he heard this.

The once great Neserel Empire found 100 gold scrolls in the ruins of Erivanda, with two sets of Neserel scrolls, each containing 50 scrolls respectively.

One of the complete sets of golden scrolls was stolen by the elves of Comanso.

And he accidentally discovered traces of this set of color-resistant scrolls in the tears of the two kings.

The purpose of his visit to Cormanso was to find this set of scrolls.

"So..." Hajjhona said bitterly, "You deliberately gave me the two tears of the king. The purpose is for today."

"It seems you're not too stupid." Eliriel nodded and admitted.

"Since that's the case, you must also know that the biggest obstacle to my search for the Golden Scroll is the guard of Mess Zhuono, the high elf mage Slinsy." Hajjhona suppressed his inner shock and said truthfully, "I am not her opponent."

Since Cormier was defeated, he has brought Saiweilin, the leader of the Dragon Bible Cult, to help him find the golden scroll.

Who would have thought that as soon as they arrived at the ruins of Mis Zhuono, they were attacked by the hidden guards inside, so they had to escape in a panic. Finally, when they were unable to break into the Tower of Wind Song, the leader of the Dragon Cult chose to leave and went to the Supreme Glacier alone to find the Dragon Crazy Lock, while he kept wandering in Comanso, waiting for the opportunity.

"Just go and get it." Eliriel's lips curled up with a sneer, "Slinxi has already left Mis Zhuono, she can't threaten you."

Looking at the priestess' confident eyes, Hajjhona dared not doubt it, and even asked about the use of the golden scroll, he ran towards the ruins of Mis Zorno.

Looking at the figure of Hajj Horner leaving, Eliriel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to make the city of Tiffanton shrouded in shadow, the price she paid was too high and her strength has not been fully restored.

However, what made her secretly thankful was that all plans were still under her control.

Even the ghost prince Ramorak wanted to defect and go to the Magic Net Realm to avoid the control of Miss Lost, which was within her expectations.

If Ramorak really dared to put it into action, she would definitely make the cunning prince pay the price, Eliriel thought.

Although the plan to tear the magic net from the moment Aceville failed has completely failed, it is definitely not so easy for the voters of the Mysterious Lady to repair the magic net, and Larock will make them pay a heavy price.

And she can use the time that has passed in the magic net world to accelerate the next plan of Ms. Lost in the material world, such as the Kingdom of Cormier.

"I hope Rivalan doesn't disappoint me." Eliriel murmured to himself, "after all, he is the sharpest spear to tear open the barrier of the Kingdom of Cormier."

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The air was cold and full of fear, and even the great prince of Ghost City, Rivalan felt scared.

On a remote hill in Brah Star, shadows continued to extend, darkness was eyeing, and all the trees seemed to be bent by thick shadows.

Here, dark clouds are everywhere, and darkness is whispering in the shadows.

"I will not disappoint Ms. Lost." Rivalan knelt in front of the ancient statue of Ms. Lost with a pious look.

This is a statue full of mysterious charm. It vividly shows the image of an elegant lady with an extraordinary temperament with a noble artistic technique. Her figure is slender and tall, revealing unparalleled power and softness, as if it is the most perfect sculpture masterpiece between heaven and earth. She is wearing a loose and complex pleated robe, like the ripples in the night, which not only covers her body outline, but also reveals her inner nobility and majesty in subtle points. What is even more amazing is that the lady's face is covered with a mask carefully woven from shining feathers. This mask cleverly covers her face, but cannot hide the profound wisdom and incomparable charm that comes from her eyes.

The statue itself seems to have life, and the purple light like a phantom flashes in the dark temple, like an elves dancing in a dream, constantly changing shapes, sometimes reflected on a graceful and dancing young female dancer. The dance seems to be telling a forgotten historical legend.

Revalan, the warrior who was ruthlessly imprisoned by the Brastar Lord in a cold and humid dungeon for a month, was already mentally prepared to be with darkness for a long time. However, things were unpredictable, and the wheel of fate suddenly turned, and he gained freedom overnight and was released by the lord on his own initiative. This twist shocked him.

At this moment, the place he set foot on was Ms. Lost - the mysterious temple owned by the ancient gods who had countless legends on Bra Star. This temple is like the amber of time, condensed the memories of time, and the air is filled with ancient sense of ritual and sacred and inviolable aura.

What appeared before Rivalan was a seemingly ordinary glass wine glass. Its appearance was simple but carried unknown secrets. The liquid in the cup was like a concentrated shadow energy, thick and flowing freely, but in this deep darkness, it flashed with a faint golden light, like the first ray of dawn before dawn, suggesting some extraordinary power or revelation.

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It contains one-third of the divine power of the priesthood of the "Shadow" of the Thieves God.

He had just contacted the "Black Veil" Eliriel through the temple's messaging array and learned about all the happenings in the material world.

He was so eager for this power.

Only when he completely absorbed this powerful divine power could he take advantage of the opportunity that the mysterious lady's voters were trapped in the world of the magic net and completely turn the Kingdom of Cormier into a place covered in shadows.

"Never be afraid of the darkness, Rivalan."

The ghost prince seemed to hear the whisper of the night prophet, and accompanied by the faint rustling sound of trees and leaves, it came over in vain:

"Drink it, darkness will become your cloak, your shield and armor, darkness will make you stronger..."

Time is like gurgling water, rushing forward day and night, as if a heroic warrior has passed away countless moments silently.

The day begins to restrain its glory that is sprinkled with the earth and gradually shrinks back into the robe of the universe, while the night is like a generous monarch, whose territory is quietly becoming more and more vast and far-reaching.

The jungle at the foot of the mountain, which once shined with sunshine and full of vitality, is now tightly embraced by the night sky. The sun can no longer penetrate the thick darkness and bring warmth and light to the jungle.

Facing the choice of fate, Rivalan, the great prince of the ghost city, resolutely drank the shadow water in the legendary Dark Holy Grail.

At that moment, he felt a deep and cold force surged from the tip of his tongue, sweeping through his heart like a torrent of ink, completely immersing him in an unprecedented darkness.

The temple of Ms. Lost is even more mysterious in this endless darkness. The shining stone pillars and murals of the past are now swallowed by darkness. Only the inaccessible divine aura still echoes in the void, proving its existence.

This darkness is as thick as the asphalt at the bottom of the purgatory, denser than the tar accumulated over a thousand years, and is even more dim than the deepest feather on the crow's wings.

The light struggled in this darkness, trying to pierce the heavy curtain, but every time it was like a timid visitor, only daring to glance at it in a hurry, and then disappeared without a trace.

Whether it is the bonfire that jumps around the fire, the candlelight flashing in a quiet night, or the warm family under the bright lights, they all show the tenacity and fragility of life in the face of darkness.

The flames burned a short and brilliant chapter of life, but it could not withstand the erosion of darkness. After a burst of heat, it slowly faded away and returned to eternal tranquility.
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