Chapter 136: Fighting in the Dark Night
Lin Qi agreed. The demon priest seemed to have been paying attention to this place. A crack appeared beside Lin Qi.
The great wizard noticed the unusual movement, but when he saw that Lin Qi did not react, he was not too surprised.
"I'm going to take care of some things."
Lynch whispered without looking back and quickly got into the space crack.
After a brief period of weightlessness, Lynch returned to the City of Awakening.
He was located in the central square surrounding the Great Pyramid of Huangqi, and a thousand Huangqi Blessed Ones were standing by in full battle array.
These Thoras have darker skin and black birthmarks on their backs.
A larger portal cracked open, and the salty and humid sea breeze blew violently on Lynch's face. Thunder rumbled incessantly, and the huge noise made Lynch irritated.
Lynch gave the marching orders in short, low growls of Thoreau's battle language.
A three-dimensional black ark model appeared in Lynch's mind, with his target location marked on it. This was a small help that Shi Lan gave to Lynch after the battle.
Maybe Lord Walker guessed wrong, but it doesn't matter. Lynch just needs to beat up the Druzy pirates.
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The vast ocean is on the edge of a storm that can easily blow away an island.
The Black Ark was shaking violently on the sea, causing the beautiful woman high up in the Warlock Tower in the center of the Black Ark to become very annoyed.
Many high-level sorceresses were searching for ancient books on every floor of the tower, and the power of various magics dyed the tower with brilliant colors.
Outside the tower, deformed monsters were imprisoned in cages, and Druzy soldiers were patrolling and guarding the mobile city.
Slaves of all shapes and sizes had their intelligence taken away by magic, and they maintained the huge island like machines.
From time to time, an unlucky slave would fall into the sea without causing the slightest ripple.
This is the Black Ark of Grond! Grond, the "Tower of Prophecy," stands in the far north, the sacred palace of the Druzian sorceress.
Through the howling wind and flying snow, you can reach the filthy palace that men are forbidden to enter.
Of course, countless Chaos warbands visit Gorond every year, but the local garrison never wants to leave, and there is a steady stream of soldiers who spontaneously move into the high defensive walls of Gorond.
They all came for the "Supreme Sorceress" Moras! Many people have heard of her fame. Moras is the most beautiful female.
If anyone could see Moras's true appearance, no matter if they were the elf warriors or the beastmen champions, as long as they had the need, they would be shocked by Moras's bewitching beauty.
Tens of thousands of Gorond's defenders died every month, but this horrific loss of life could not stop the dizzy men from rushing over.
Because there are a few lucky ones who will be allowed by Moras to enter the Tower of Prophecy.
Except for the Witch King, all those who enter the tower voluntarily hand over their lives to the beautiful hostess.
Moras also brought many slaves on this trip, but Moras no longer had time to flirt with the slaves.
She was concentrating on deciphering a golden tablet brought by a slave master.
She didn't care about the heavy price paid by the slave master, after all, the slave master had already received pleasure from her.
The thunder in the storm disturbed Moras's thoughts.
The sorceress was so weak that she could not do anything with the slate, so she took her anger out on other competitors.
The laughter of the dead sailors of the Dread Fleet was brought by the sea breeze, as if mocking the Supreme Sorceress who had not cracked the stone slab for a long time.
Moras frowned, and simply stood up from the crystal throne, placed the golden plate on the crystal clear table, and looked at the slave master who had only half of his blood and flesh left beside him.
He's still alive because Moras hasn't had enough fun.
Moras was about to send out his male favorites and sea beast warships to teach the vampire fleet a lesson when the Wind of Shadow became inexplicably restless.
The space was distorted by a powerful force. As an outstanding warlock, Moras naturally saw the source of the anomaly.
There's a spellcaster opening massive portals!
She had initially thought that those vile vampires were trying to raid the Black Ark again.
But the focused attention constructing exquisite magic above the Black Ark made her realize that this was a high-level magic master, not a necromancer.
Morathi drew the wand of Karadion from the treasure vault, which would strengthen her control over the power of Dahl.
Many high-level sorceresses put down their work and noticed the uninvited guest.
With the help of the violent and abundant power of black magic on the Black Ark, the sorceresses, with their strong will and ambition, worked together to encourage Dal and shatter the inexplicably gathered shadow wind.
The Shadow Wind shattered into the power of Dal, fueling the warlock's arrogance.
But the unknown visitor took advantage of the sorceress's laxity the next moment, drove away the chaos in the sea, and rebuilt a complex and sophisticated magic network.
Seeing that Dal's power was exiled, nearly a thousand high-level female sorcerers showed their magical powers and gathered Dal again. The black magic energy caused sparks and lightning to appear all around the Warlock Tower.
Moras became more alert. The last time she encountered such a powerful enemy was in Ulthuan.
The other party was Aenarion's son named Teclis.
Morathi missed Aenarion and became neurotically jealous of Aenarion's ex-wife, Astarel the Everqueen.
She was Aenarion's only and legal wife! The Supreme Sorceress fell into rage due to the brief recollection. With her even greater dominance, she shattered the gathered magical winds and created more black magic energy.
But it was too late. Being distracted during a fight meant failure.
Moras only caught a glimpse of a ripple in space, and the other party seemed to have successfully released some kind of space spell.
This made the sorceresses more vigilant, and many of them decisively spread their thoughts, allowing their dark wills to rise to the sky.
Before they could entangle the enemy spellcaster, the opponent condensed another spell.
Countless dark clouds overlapped each other, descending from the atmosphere, superimposed on the top of the Warlock Tower, blocking out the bright moon.
The overlapping shadows formed the Pillars of Heaven. Even the most ignorant apprentice could see that this was an extraordinary heavenly magic.
The thoughts of many powerful sorcerers work together to disrupt the thinking behind the magic, trying to make the keeper of the spell make a mistake.
High-level magic cannot tolerate any mistakes. Quish is an exquisite magical art. Once a loophole appears, it can easily fail and cause the spell to fall into the abyss of complete failure.
But the sorcerers were surprised to find that the visitor was not an ordinary person.
If he hadn't been weaving sophisticated high-level spells, the warlocks would have even mistakenly thought that the attacker was a demon prince.
The thought was harsh and cold, like the embodiment of some stubborn order.
Moras discerned the details of the spell. The deep black dome in the sky was an apocalypse spell specifically targeting the elves.
To the elves, the deep overlapping shadows in the sky are hanging swords, but to other creatures, they are just special fireworks.
She vaguely remembered that this was a spell from a certain mysterious race. The spells of that mysterious race were specific and powerful...this was also their flaw.
Moras didn't see the sneaky spellcaster, otherwise she could control the slaves of other races on the Black Ark to attack the area where the wizard was, forcing him to change the species targeted by the spell, and the sorceress would take the opportunity to gain an advantage.
With more distant memories buried in the past, the sorceress must face an imminent crisis.
The Terror Fleet that was confronting the Druzi Fleet in the distance became restless, because the astonishing momentum of the Heavenly Tribulation Magic gave the vampires an opportunity to take advantage of.
Even worse, another Dal force was rising behind Druzy and the vampires, seemingly ready to take advantage of the opportunity to destroy both fleets.
Moras had already noticed the timid mouse behind him.
How dare these lowly creatures interfere! Do they think that Druzy would be able to commit such a ridiculous sin as "tolerance" afterwards?
In a rage, Moras ordered the Black Ark to meet the enemy.
The shadow storm in the sky became more and more solid, and Moras was forced to focus on fighting the unknown wizard.
The flapping sounds of giant bats and bloodthirsty sky demons drowned out the occasional screams from the Black Ark.
In the chaos, none of the parties noticed that the cold-blooded army had quietly landed on the black island.
Lynch didn't expect things to go so smoothly.
(End of this chapter)
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