Breathing corridor, outer perimeter.
The green grasslands, with the first melting of snow and rolling dewdrops, usher in the revival of spring.
The monsters, long hibernating, burst forth, munching on the tender grass. Satiated, they followed their instincts, engaging in some rather erotic acts, filling the air with the scent of hormones…
"boom!"
The earth shook violently, and a magic tower inlaid with skulls rolled down like a ghost, crashing into a crater hundreds of feet deep.
The powerful shockwave blew up grass, soil, and stone chips. Even the monsters were blasted into a burst of blood mist by the aftershocks, leaving corpses strewn all over the place, with no one left alive, young or old.
Even a grassland that has thrived for hundreds of years will have its roots and soil blasted into pieces.
The enormous magic tower, shaped like the head of a dragon beast, was constructed from stark white bones. Its gaping maw revealed sharp teeth on both sides, and will-o'-the-wisps of light ignited within. A burly, dark figure stepped out first.
A deer drinking morning dew by the stream, sensing danger, took off running.
But before they even entered the bushes, they were grabbed from a distance, flung thousands of meters, and caught in a rough, large hand, struggling desperately.
"Phew, we finally broke through. The Knights Alliance actually had a level three magic tower hidden there, which could even seal off the void."
"Tear!"
Flesh and blood tore apart, exposing a patch of tender muscle and tendon.
A giant with a completely dark complexion and a height of over five meters tore off a thin leg of a deer, ignoring the deer's painful cries, and chewed it, his mouth full of blood and splattering bits of flesh.
"Has, the High Priest detests rude, ignorant, and barbaric subordinates. Stop this behavior immediately."
Balor, the Balrog who had previously participated in the battle at the Giant City ruins, was engulfed in flames as he looked at the troll's impolite behavior and said with displeasure.
He single-handedly fought against a group of extraordinary beings, managed to escape the battlefield, and was received by this magic tower built by the demon race.
However, he did not expect that on the battlefield in the Middle Kingdom, the battle between the demons and the knights alliance was becoming increasingly fierce and the battle lines were stretched thin. His Majesty the Demon King even dispatched one of the three great magic towers to the North, which was obviously very important to him.
"Yes, Lord Barlow."
Has looked tense, his already ugly face contorted even more grotesque. After taking a bite of the last large piece of venison, he hurriedly threw the deer down.
The deer was weak and trembling, and eventually, it died from excessive blood loss.
The stench of blood spread quickly. Inside the Skull Magic Tower, a figure draped in a robe and holding a snake bone scepter took a sniff of the fresh venison, and a slight smile appeared on his dry, purplish lips.
"Sacrifice to the Lord."
Balo quickly bowed to him, and even the trolls, known for their bravery among the demons, knelt down to show their respect.
Trolls, who have the blood of giants, were corrupted into demons by falling into the abyss. They possess immense strength and are skilled in various forms of magic, especially fire magic.
"Um……"
The important figure, revered as a priest, snorted coldly.
He wore a wizard's robe embroidered with gold thread, his exposed skin was grayish-white, and when he removed his hood, the face of an old man was revealed.
But his pupils seemed to stand upright, their whiteness like his skin, and they gleamed with an unseen light, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.
At the bottom of the wizard's robe was a thick snake tail covered in gray scales, containing astonishing magical power.
With snake-like eyes, half-human and half-snake, he exuded a chilling aura. Even the Flame Demon Balo couldn't help but tremble, as if he were in an ice cellar, his turbulent blood freezing over.
This priestess dressed as a wizard belongs to the direct lineage of the Azure Scale Demon King, and is a snake demon of the Lamia clan with the talent of petrification.
“Baro, His Majesty has sent us to support the North. As the person in charge here, what information do you have to share?”
The priest looked at Balo, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness, which made Balo's body stiffen.
He sensed the priest's angry tone, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with his loss of control over the North.
Faced with the priest's questioning, Balo dared not hide anything. Earlier at the magic tower, the priest was still recuperating and naturally did not cause trouble for Balo.
"That...prom...prom family that they supported, was almost completely wiped out."
Balo glanced at the priest's calm eyes and quickly said, "However, the three great duchies are also nearly wiped out, allowing the Harvest Divine Court to win in the end... I suspect that the Divine Court has a grand plan to try to overturn the situation in the North."
The serpent priest remained indifferent, showing some surprise at the current outcome in the North.
Three thousand years ago, after that natural disaster swept across the land, the native forces of the North were almost decimated. The Middle-earth took the opportunity to act, on the one hand to capture giants and dwarves and explore the ruins of civilization, and on the other hand, to be shocked and puzzled by the natural disaster that crossed the boundary and swept across the three continents, and to trace the truth.
Various forces intervened, and His Majesty the Azure Scale Demon King, who lived near the northern lands, dispatched a large contingent of troops to the north to excavate giant artifacts and strengthen his own resources.
But after hundreds of years, not only did the various forces not gain any benefits, but they also caused serious casualties in the north. Over time, except for some wealthy and powerful ones, the various forces gave up and left the buried treasures to fate.
Arthas, the god of victory, fled to the North and established a divine court in the name of the god of harvest. He was once the overlord of the North and prospered for a thousand years, but due to unforeseen circumstances, he was severely damaged and became a mere shell of his former self.
Therefore, three major duchies appeared among the garrisons of some forces, and correspondingly, the passage from the Central Plains to the Northern Lands was mostly breached by the demons.
The Prome family, puppets of the demon race, came into being.
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