Chapter 565: The Treasure of the Dusk Tribe (six thousand)

A human, an elf, a dwarf, and a fox girl.

When some of the words left in the diary of the last Twilight King reappeared in Ron's mind, he finally remembered the identities of these people.

The last Twilight King was the wisest, kindest, and most admired emperor among the hundreds of emperors of the Twilight Dynasty. Although the Twilight Dynasty was destroyed by the last Twilight King due to the arrangement of fate, it was this last emperor who changed the Twilight Clan's long-standing superiority, reduced the oppression of hundreds of clans, calmed the chaos and disputes on the Twilight Continent, and brought unprecedented prosperity to the Twilight Continent.

The last Twilight King did not act superior just because of his status as a member of the Twilight clan. In his eyes, all beings were equal. He even adopted a large number of orphans from other races and took in many aliens who were not accepted by their respective races.

These orphans were trained by the last Twilight King to become the most loyal legion to him.

Those aliens also became the best brothers and sisters of the last Twilight King. On another level, aliens were also synonymous with genius. The last Twilight King personally taught them power, and their strength grew stronger day by day, and their growth rate even exceeded that of the Twilight Clan. They became the strongest beings around the last Twilight King, demigods? It was even possible to be gods.

They are the most loyal soldiers around the Last Twilight King, guarding his safety at all times.

During the war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty, the army formed by the orphans was annihilated on the bloody battlefield.

The personal armies formed by those so-called aliens were also wiped out, and almost all of them died in the battle.

The reason why almost all of them died in the battle is that several guards disappeared silently in the royal city before the destruction of the Dusk Temple.

The truth is no longer known to anyone.

People only know that in the long period of eight thousand years after the complete collapse of the Twilight Dynasty, those super powerful people who had left the last Twilight King never appeared again, as if they had completely disappeared from this world.

There are rumors that they betrayed the king they had always protected and fled to save their own lives.

There are also rumors that they left under the order of the last Twilight King, just to preserve the last spark of the Twilight Clan.

And now, Ron finally knew that they had never betrayed their king, and they had always been guarding something on this mysterious and cold island.

Their fingers all pointed to the mountain of the island, as if they wanted to convey some message, but they didn't say a word.

Perhaps, they have forgotten how to speak, or perhaps, they no longer have the extra time to speak.

After a few brief seconds, the four figures withdrew their fingers almost simultaneously, and their gazes shifted away from Ron and turned to look at the large group of Dusk Clan warriors.

Gradually, the pairs of cloudy and dark eyes began to become crazy, twisted, cruel, and violent, just like a wild beast that was about to go mad and tried to tear the most delicious flesh and blood in front of it.

Bang.

The magic wand in the old human's hand slammed heavily on the ground, and the earth cracked instantly.

He looked like the most traditional and evil wizard, with his hands open, head held high, eyes wide open, his body shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted, and strange and wild roars coming out of his throat one after another.

It's not that he can't make a sound, he just has forgotten how to speak over such a long time.

“Roar…roar…roar…”

But even though it can no longer make normal sounds, this strange roar still contains an inspiring power.

“Roar…roar…roar…”

The other three companions and many members of the Dusk Clan all raised their hammers, axes, and maces and roared.

“Roar…roar…roar…”

“Roar…roar…roar…”

The noisy waves mixed together, like a violent storm, an earthquake and tsunami, and a volcanic flame.

The sound waves were getting louder and louder.

In the surrounding forest, the big trees seemed to be stimulated by something and began to shake violently, with the leaves rustling.

Ron did not participate in it, he was just a spectator, but the moment he heard the sound, Ron still felt a burst of heat in his body, as if something in his chest was ignited at this moment, burning hotly and erupting.

It is the desire to fight, the urge to kill, and the courage to face death.

The roar continued.

But Ron was keenly aware of the solemnity in the air, which seemed to increase out of nowhere at this moment. An invisible murderous intent and threat had silently enveloped the entire island.

Then, the ground began to shake violently.

It seemed as if a huge monster was approaching rapidly.

Woo! There seemed to be a sharp wind blowing, and the big trees around were bent down in unison.

A group of Dusk tribe members seemed to sense something, and the roars in their throats stopped abruptly. Their bloodshot eyes stared at the bottom of the hillside, and the fatigue in their eyes disappeared in an instant, leaving only cruelty and tyranny.

Roar…roar…roar…

After a short while, increasingly fierce roars came from the throats of the Dusk Clan members.

Ron had a premonition in his heart, and a guess was forming in his mind.

He stood there quietly. He did not choose to escape, nor did he prepare for a fight like the other members of the Dusk Tribe. He just quietly watched the scene that was about to be submerged by the storm.

Boom…Boom…Boom…

It was as if an extremely huge foot was trampling on the ground, making a dull sound, interspersed with all kinds of strange roars.

The sound is getting closer.

Like beating a drum.

The small stones on the ground were shaking more and more violently.

An unknown amount of time had passed before an extremely huge shadow suddenly appeared on the ground. Ron raised his head and saw a huge flying bird had appeared above his head... No, that was not a flying bird, it was... a dragon.

With wings spread out, they cover the sky and the earth.

The wingspan of hundreds of meters is enough to cover up a large area of ​​light. The head like a small hill is prominent, and the dense scales are arranged between the two dragon horns according to a certain rule, and vaguely condensed into the shape of a "king" character.

This is actually a dragon king.

At this moment, a short figure suddenly jumped up from the ground.

He was the dwarf among the four. Although he was short and stocky, he was also extremely flexible and his speed was as fast as lightning. Even with Ron's strength, it was difficult to catch sight of the dwarf.

Ron only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and the next moment the dwarf's figure had disappeared without a trace. When he appeared again, he was already in mid-air, and the war hammer in his hand, which was larger than his body, was swung in a round shape.

There was a faint flicker of fire on the war hammer.

The power made Ron feel as if what was smashing down was not a war hammer at all, but... a meteor falling from the sky, a meteorite about to hit the earth.

boom.

Finally, the huge war hammer hit the Dragon King's forehead.

In an instant, the Dragon King's body suddenly stopped.

Where the hammer fell, dense scales flew everywhere.

Blood spurted out and fell from the sky like raindrops.

The Dragon King's huge wings were unable to withstand the impact of this moment. His wing bones broke directly, his skull cracked, and his huge body fell from the sky like a mountain.

Just as the battle here began, on the other side, a series of figures appeared halfway up the mountain.

There were giants so tall that even the forest could not completely hide them, there were elves with slender bodies but strangely agile, there were scarlet blood apes, there were humans in armor...

The elites of different races seemed to have all gathered together at this time. At a glance, the hillside was densely packed with these masters.

The number must be at least eight hundred if not a thousand, or possibly even more.

They seemed to have completely lost the ability to speak, and could only make sharp and shrill roars like wild beasts. Some of them were fighting with bare hands, while others were waving their weapons. Like a pack of fearless wolves, they launched a fierce attack on the Dusk people.

Boom…Boom…Boom…

The deafening roars continued one after another and never stopped.

Those four mysterious men are indeed the friends of the last Twilight King and the personal guards who protect the Twilight King. Their strength is far stronger than the elite warriors of the Twilight Clan.

The dwarf smashed the king-level dragon severely with one hammer, and the others were no less inferior.

The mysterious human old man is a magician, but his fighting style is extremely rough. He is obviously not the kind of magician who is a mobile turret, but a self-enhancement type of magician.

His lips moved at a terrifying speed. He had long lost the ability to speak and could not recite magic spells normally. But for this mysterious old man, using magic no longer required complete spells. Every time a single syllable came out of his mouth, a strengthening magic would fall on him.

Every time the strengthening magic appears, a special luster will appear on the mysterious old man.

In a short period of time, the mysterious old man's body was covered with colorful lights that flashed dozens or hundreds of times.

Although his hair and beard were still gray, and his figure was still hunched, the aura emanating from the mysterious old man suddenly changed, as if he had turned into an eternal ferocious beast.

The skinny claws tightly grasped the magic wand in the hand.

The next second, his body suddenly rushed out.

The magic staff, which had been raised high at some point, instantly pushed away the air in front of it and smashed heavily on the head of a human paladin.

clang.

It was clearly a wooden magic wand, but when it hit the Paladin's head, it made a sound like metal colliding.

This paladin, wearing golden armor, looks very flashy. Judging from the patterns on the armor, he is a believer of the God of War, and most likely the God of War's follower, or his agent.

All in all, they can definitely be considered the strongest group in the human world.

The armor he wore was forged by the God of Craftsmen himself.

Although it is not a divine weapon, it is definitely a top-grade legendary equipment. In addition, it is highly enhanced. Even without the blessing of the Paladin's own power, the defense that this helmet alone can provide is quite amazing.

Not to mention a magic wand, even an extremely sharp weapon would probably find it difficult to break the defense of this helmet.

But at the moment when the magic wand hit the helmet, this indestructible equipment instantly turned into countless broken pieces, and even the head inside the helmet turned directly into a rotten watermelon, with red and white stuff splattering everywhere.

With hundreds of enhanced magic spells in his possession, this thin and skinny old man has turned into a demon who kills anyone who stands in his way.

Right next to her, the performance of the female elf was no less impressive. With her hands open, an emerald green longbow was instantly pulled into a full moon. An arrow as thick as a finger appeared out of thin air. As her fingers loosened, with a buzzing sound, the sharp arrow instantly tore through the air and, with a piercing scream, went straight into the head of a blood ape.

Even though this blood ape had thick skin and flesh, and a defense that was definitely no less powerful than that of a dragon, it could not hold on at this moment. Its entire head was instantly blown into pieces, leaving only a headless corpse remaining in place, with blood constantly spurting out from its neck.

As for the fox girl, her entire body was burning with bright purple flames, like a ghostly ghost.

The flames are burning but they don't seem hot.

There was not much heat wave felt around.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But any enemy who approaches the fox girl will be instantly wrapped in purple flames and turned into ashes in a short time.

These four people are extremely cruel.

But those members of the Dusk Tribe were no less inferior. They seemed to have endless strength in their huge bodies. The huge axes and hammers in their hands were waved around randomly, killing anyone who touched them.

The attacking enemies died almost in large numbers, but their numbers were simply too great. Even though the corpses in front were piled up like a mountain and the blood gathered into a stream and rolled down the hillside, there was still a steady stream of figures flocking from the back, with no end in sight.

Violent roars, cries of pain, the crackling sound of bones being broken, the hissing sound of flesh being split apart...

All kinds of sounds mixed together and penetrated Ron's ears. Coupled with the scenes of blood splattering and limbs flying, Ron felt as if he was in hell.

But the strange thing is that no matter how fierce the battle in front of him was, it would never affect Ron. Neither the members of the Dusk Clan nor the elite soldiers of various clans who rushed up seemed to be aware of Ron's existence.

Ron was clearly in this area, yet he seemed to be detached from the world.

Even if the violent impact slid over Ron's body, it couldn't lift even a piece of his clothes.

Some things have become increasingly clear in Ron's mind.

There was some pity and sadness in his eyes as he quietly watched the bloody battlefield in front of him. The four personal guards and many members of the Dusk Clan were very strong, but the enemy was not trash either, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers.

It was unknown how long the battle had lasted, and more than half of the Dusk Clan members had been killed.

The bodies of the four personal guards were also covered with wounds, and there was almost no intact skin on their bodies. The hideous blood was slowly flowing down their bodies, some from the enemies and some from their own.

The mysterious old human had most of his head chopped off.

The fox girl's head had been chopped off. She was holding her head with one hand, and the other hand was still waving sparks all over the sky.

There was only a hole left in the elf's chest, and the heart was long gone.

The dwarf's body was neatly split in half, with his internal organs spread all over the ground.

Of course, the enemies who kept attacking the mountainside were even more terrifying. There were hundreds of intact corpses left on the ground, and the incomplete corpses were countless.

But even so, these enemies still had no intention of retreating. Gradually, the battlefield was no longer as fierce as before. Even the powerful Dusk tribe, even the personal guards of the last Dusk King, had limited energy. Their power was gradually approaching, and the battle axes, hammers, and magic wands in their hands seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

The number of enemies also seemed to be decreasing.

But this gradually slowing down of fighting seemed to be becoming more and more horrifying.

Ron could even clearly see the sharp blade tearing the skin apart bit by bit.

I don't know how much time had passed, but all the enemies were killed in the battle.

The surviving members of the Dusk Tribe sat on the ground, gasping for breath. They no longer had the energy to celebrate the victory of the war.

I don’t know how many people took a rest and never got up again.

In the end, there was only one person left standing on the huge mountainside, and that was the elf.

According to the ritual of the Dusk Clan, she hung the bodies of her enemies one by one on a big tree halfway up the mountain. She dug graves one after another and buried her former companions.

After burying all her companions, she lay in the last pit prepared for herself. She used her last bit of strength to shatter the soil piled on both sides of the pit and let the fine sand bury her body.

The once lush and green hillside has turned into a mass grave.

Corpses hung under the treetops, swaying in the cold wind.

From beginning to end, Ron watched the scene quietly. He did not participate in this war and did nothing.

Only my hands had been clenched without me noticing when, and only my teeth had been clenched without me noticing when.

After a long time, he felt dazed again. The bulging grave mound in front of him disappeared, and was replaced by a large group of Dusk tribe members lying on the ground to rest and four small wooden houses.

A door was pushed open, and an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the wooden house.

The moment Ron saw this scene, his nose felt sore.

An indescribable sadness welled up in my heart.

The mysterious old man seemed to be even older than before. He looked at Ron silently, then pointed to the top of the mountain.

Ron sniffed hard, turned around and headed towards the top of the mountain.

He knew. Now he understood everything.

This is not an illusion, but a reality that is more cruel than an illusion.

Once, when the Dusk Dynasty was about to collapse, the last Dusk King appointed four of his loyal guards to lead a group of Dusk people to leave the Dusk Temple. Regardless of whether the last Dusk King wanted to preserve the fire for the Dusk people or protect some secret treasure, these people left anyway.

Whether it was accidental or deliberate, they arrived at this island.

However, even after arriving on this island, they were not really safe. The repairman's pursuers soon appeared, and the final result was that both sides basically died together.

Although the Dusk tribe was very powerful, they were eventually exhausted when facing elite enemies of various tribes that were several times their number. They either died in battle or were exhausted to death after the battle.

After the last elf buried himself, the island should have returned to normal.

But the chaos on the island has just begun.

Whether they are pursuers or members of the Dusk Clan, they are the elite among the elite, heroes among heroes.

Although they died in battle, their heroic spirits still linger on this island.

And there seems to be some special power on this island. Under the intensification of this power, the heroic souls who once died in the battle are resurrected from the dead, and then continue to recreate the past war here endlessly.

Fierce fighting, killing, pain, death, rebirth...

For eight thousand years, they have been reincarnated in this torment.

Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but the previous war should have lasted for several hours. In total, this cycle happened at least two or three times a day.

It is impossible to calculate how long this cycle of pain has lasted over the past eight thousand years.

This is an inescapable vortex.

After every war, these heroic souls will become weaker. Perhaps only when their souls are completely consumed can they find true relief.

As for how long it would take for that day to come, Ron didn't know either. It might take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Among all of them, the four personal guards were the strongest. Although they had died long ago, their heroic spirits still retained some wisdom. Although they had lost the ability to speak, they could still communicate briefly with Ron through gestures and the like.

Perhaps, they have already recognized their situation and know that everything they do is in vain.

But even so, in the past eight thousand years, even though they have experienced the torture of death countless times, they have never given up their mission, never abandoned the faith in their hearts, and never let go of their master's instructions.

As long as their souls exist, they will never allow those despicable invaders to set foot on the top of the mountain.

Ron didn't know what kind of belief was supporting them all the time, preventing their spirits from collapsing and degenerating into evil spirits.

Ron only knew that the four of them who possessed intelligence were more miserable than the other souls who had long since lost their sanity and were just mechanically repeating their past experiences. The other souls might not remember what had happened after each death, but for them, every time they died, the pain would be imprinted in their souls.

Unfortunately, if they could contact Zhou Yang, perhaps they would know what task Zhou Yang had assigned to them.

But this island is full of weirdness. Since Ron set foot on this island, he not only lost contact with several women, but also lost contact with Zhou Yang and Elsa.

The rest time is short.

Not long after, the sound of fighting was heard again behind him.

Feeling the movement behind him, Ron did not hesitate this time. He quickened his pace and rushed towards the mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, the top of the mountain appeared in front of Ron.

The first thing that caught my eye was a stone tablet! Perhaps, this stone tablet was the treasure of the Twilight Clan that the last Twilight King wanted to protect!

Chapter 1, 6,000 is presented.

(End of this chapter)