The year 1091 of the Holy Hui Calendar, the month of budding.
The 60th year of the Great Crusade.
One of the plane federations under the Wizard Council, the Wanji Plane.
In the sky.
A "mechanical sun" made of countless metals, gears, and runes is suspended in the air.
The wizards and mechanical creatures of the Myriad Planes call it the "Eternal Crucible"
In the Eternal Furnace, endless fire elemental power gathers here, reacts, and transforms into energy for the mechanical creatures in the Myriad Machines Plane.
This is the most important place in the Myriad Planes and the energy center.
On the side of the Eternal Furnace, the huge legendary wizard sky city stands guard beside it.
Above the Sky City, there is a sea-blue wizard tower that rises high into the clouds.
At the top of the tower, a wizard in a blue robe with eyes as deep as an ancient wise man was looking at the crystal ball floating in front of him.
This is the legendary wizard of the ocean faction, Deep Blue Sage Luther.
Since coming to this plane of all things, he has fought many battles with the Father of Plague, with both sides winning and losing.
The opponent is an extremely difficult evil god, whose plague power is pervasive. Even mechanical creatures are at risk of being infected.
Those infected mechanical creatures will collectively lose control, forming a terrible wave of "Intelligent Machine Crisis".
However, the invasions from the Father of Plague have been less frequent recently, which makes Luther a little uncomfortable. He always feels that the other party is plotting a bigger conspiracy.
In addition to being a legendary wizard of the Ocean School, the Deep Blue Sage is also a rare wizard of the Prophecy faction.
Now, he is using the crystal ball to try to see through the fog and predict some things so as to make the next move.
Now, the divination has reached its final stage.
On the crystal ball, bizarre and complex images flashed one by one.
Finally, the picture freezes on a boundless dark land, a plane that is mainly blue.
“Nora…”
The Father of Plague is a powerful evil god. Even with the methods of the legendary wizard, this is the only information he can divination.
There is no way to predict the rest.
However, the Deep Blue Sage has been dealing with the Evil God for many years, and he basically understands all of the Evil God's tactics.
"He is going to send down a saint incarnation in Nora. This may be a good time to take action."
Whether it is an evil god or a righteous god, through the correct descent ceremony held by its believers, it can descend to a certain plane in the form of a saint incarnation.
The strength of the descending incarnation is related to the strength of the evil god itself, the level of the god's descent ceremony, the level of the sacrifice, the size of the plane itself, etc.
What connects all of this is the mysterious power of faith.
It is not easy for the gods to send down a saint incarnation. The farther the distance, the greater the cost and consumption.
Therefore, the Deep Blue Sage felt that now might be a good opportunity.
"Wait, that guy must have guessed that I could tell His fortune. Could this be a deliberate trap set by Him... just waiting for me to enter and catch him in the trap?
But if you don't try, you might miss an opportunity to severely injure or even kill him.
By the way, why not ask the magical coin of destiny?"
In the palm of the Deep Blue Sage, an ordinary-looking coin appeared at some point.
"Magical coin of destiny, tell me what to do?"
The Deep Blue Sage gently tossed the coin, which fell to the ground in a perfect parabola, spinning continuously.
Finally, the coin lands heads up.
The robes of the Deep Blue Sage fluttered in the wind, and his eyes flashed with countless stars, reflecting the entire plane of all things.
The next moment, the legendary wizard's face became firm and he turned into an endless stream of blue particles, dissipating in the wizard tower.
There, only the gold coin of destiny lay quietly, face up.
The pattern shows a lady's elegant and gentle smile.
I don’t know how long it will be.
It seemed as if the painful wails of gods echoed throughout the multidimensional space, and as if a war that could change the world had broken out somewhere.
With the aftermath of the terrifying shock wave.
Inside the wizard tower, the coin of destiny was shaken, revealing the reverse side of the coin of destiny.
On the other side, there was also the lady’s smile, which seemed to be full of affirmation, determination, and... courage.
The legendary wizard's magical coin of destiny has only the front side.
…
Somewhere in the Wanji plane, yellow sand filled the sky, and everywhere were broken mechanical wreckage, parts, gears, and the corpses of rotting green monsters...
This is one of the battlefields between wizards and the Plague Legion in the Myriad Planes.
Although the Father of Plague is an evil god, he is a real inventor. He uses various plague magics and some powerful creatures from the multidimensional world to control and transform them to form a powerful plague army under his command.
In fact, except for large-scale wars involving legendary wizards, the Plague Father does not need to personally take part in most plane invasions.
He is a god, the father of all the unclean ones. It is very unbecoming for him to take action personally.
Basically, a "Plague Lord" who is comparable to a great wizard can lead a certain number of plague legions to capture most planes where there are no demigods.
Below the Great Lord are the larger number of "Plague Lords", also known as the "Great Unclean Ones". These plague monsters, comparable to high-level wizards, are the horrific nightmares of the enemies on the battlefield.
This was originally the base of a wizard regiment. Three days ago, the Plague Lord, who was unexpectedly reported, led his army to sweep here. A large number of wizards died on the battlefield, and many evacuated.
Far away from the scorching surface of the battlefield, two alchemical spheres, one large and one small, were rolling forward in the wind and sand. The surface of the spheres was covered with scars, and the alchemical parts were of varying new and old.
"I don't know when the war will end. I really want to go back to the Endless Sea. Just looking at the endless blue sea will make me feel better." Stella said softly.
She looked at Herman's frown. "Herman, you are still worried about the Gray Tower, right?"
"Yes, when they left the Gray Tower and without the three-ring wizard in charge, Morpheus would definitely bully them..." said Hermann.
"Don't think too much. Just hold on for a while. When the war is over, maybe we can go back... Besides, didn't you say that Levi is not an ordinary person? Maybe he has grown up now and can stand on his own." Stella said.
"That boy is indeed extraordinary. I even suspect that he was reborn after taking over the body of a Yuanhun wizard. Haha." Recalling those companions in the Endless Sea, the Tower Master's voice began to become cheerful.
"Unconsciously, I have been away for sixty years..."
"yes."
The two balls sighed and disappeared into the yellow sand under the sunset.
…
world.
Peacock Kingdom.
The prosperous southern region.
There was a valley that smelled terrible.
The valley was filled with rotting corpses, many of which were human. Some of these corpses were half-buried in the soil, while others were displayed directly in the open air.
These corpses were caused by the great plague last year, when many southern lords and civilians dumped here those who died of the plague.
Although some doctors told these lords that the bodies should be cremated to avoid infection, only a few people were able to do so due to ignorance and stupidity.
"What a perfect place for God to descend." Count Johnson held a green ghost claw in his hand, enjoying the charming smell of decay.
"It's a long-lasting aftertaste." For zombies, filth and the stench of corpses are what increase their appetite the most.
Because only in this way can one express his faith in the Father of Plague.
Every believer of the Plague Father, whether it is a ghoul or any other filthy and rotten creature, is proud to be the "Great Unclean One" beside the Father God.
"Come out, everyone. Don't eat anything secretly. These are offerings to the Father God. These offerings are not enough. Go to the surrounding cities and secretly capture some more and try not to provoke those human rangers. Although their strength is average, now is the critical moment to summon the Father God. We can't allow any unnecessary trouble." Earl Jorson said.
Under the ground where the rotting corpses were displayed, wriggling things that looked like rotten meat appeared. Tens of thousands of white maggots swarmed in the rotten meat, making it look like a honeycomb.
Then, the rotten flesh gradually condensed and transformed into the figures of nobles.
The strength of the ghoul clan, from the lowest to the strongest, is the lowest level ghoul, baron, earl, duke, grand duke, prince...
The vast majority of these figures are ordinary ghouls, with strength roughly equal to that of a first-ring wizard.
Earl Johnson could feel that perhaps a hundred years later, the strength of his men would be enough to sweep the world.
However, with the resurgence of the demonic tide, this amount of manpower is no longer enough.
Even if we leave the church aside.
Recently, a force that fights against dark creatures seems to have emerged in the world, repeatedly destroying the good deeds of the ghoul clan.
The miraculous doctor Watson is most likely the one who controls this hidden force.
The ghoul clan needs the leadership of the Father God, otherwise they will not be able to fight against these forces.
And this day is coming soon.
Three days later.
In the valley, the zombies poured in, and with them came freshly-excavated corpses.
All of these corpses were arranged in specific magic array patterns, forming an eight-pointed star magic array made up of corpses in the valley.
Earl Jorson directed his subordinates' work in an orderly manner.
final.
神降的献祭法阵已经准备齐全，约尔逊伯爵面色激动，这一刻，他已经等待了许久。
有了父神的带领，他们再也不需要躲躲藏藏了。
一位位食尸鬼站在约尔逊伯爵的身边，他们等到夜幕降临，黑暗笼罩大地。
而后，约尔逊伯爵将食尸鬼手臂置于献祭法阵的最中央。
这些食尸鬼神色肃穆，和教会那些祷告者没有区别。
相比起人类，或许这些怪物对于自己的神，信仰会更加的纯粹。
毕竟，除了他们的父神，在大多数位面，它们都是遭人嫌弃的腐烂怪物。
唯有父神，如同真正的慈父一样，平等宽容的看待每一位信徒，没有高低贵贱之分。
相比起来，圣辉教会的那位神，才是虚假的慈父。
“你是一切恶瘟的源头。”
“你是所有疫病的化身。”
“你是大不净者的父亲！”
“伟大的尸鬼之祖，瘟疫之父，绝望与腐败之神！”
“降临吧！”
伴随着所有食尸鬼的祷告声。
漆黑的夜幕，更加的黑的深沉，就连那群星，都为之黯淡。
过了许久。
祷告都没有反应。
这让约尔逊伯爵有些迟疑。
其他食尸鬼内心也是狐疑，但是伯爵没有让他们停下，它们也不敢说啥。
直到祷告了数十遍之后。
那法阵都没有一丁点反应。
“头儿，怎么回事？”有一位食尸鬼男爵忍不住问道。
“别问，继续祷告，应该是我们不够虔诚，加大力度。”约尔逊伯爵说道。
“好的。”
山谷中，时间一分一秒的过去。
神降仪式，似乎还没有成功。
“不可能……我的仪轨，祷告词，所有的步骤都是严格按照《尸鬼之书》上来的，这可是食尸鬼亲王大人亲自编纂的，他可是面圣过父神的，还被父神赐予了大不净者的封号，可能是祭品还不够……”
约尔逊伯爵心中思索。
就在他准备派食尸鬼继续前往附近领地绑人回来时。
头顶的群星间，似乎有一颗星辰变为惨淡的绿色。
下一刻，神降法阵光芒大作，那些尸体，血肉，肠子，烂骨头，各种各样的腐烂之物，全部开始嗡嗡颤抖。
而后，这些东西开始凝聚，朝着法阵中央的食尸鬼亲王的鬼爪涌去。
没多久，一座高达数十米的肉山，开始在中央形成。
腐烂的肠子如蚯蚓一样钻入肉山的腹部，密密麻麻的蛆虫组成了肉山的肌肉，惨白的骨刺在肉山中突出，一根怪异的长舌从肉山的腹部钻出，如蛇一样四处嗅探着，肉山中弥漫出绿色的瘴气在山谷之中积聚。
当那尊不可直视的恐怖怪物最终形成的时候，所有的食尸鬼都面色狂热。
这丑陋不堪的绿色肉山，在他们眼中，是如此的高大伟岸，慈祥温柔，祂那充满油污、真菌、病毒的手掌，似乎可以触摸那无垠虚空，就连群星，都在这样的腐败之力面前，熄灭了。
约尔逊伯爵扑通一声匍匐在地，其他食尸鬼也是如此。
他们齐齐高呼。
“父神在上！”
那肉山的头部，模糊不清的五官露出一张宛如慈父的笑容脸庞。
“我亲爱的孩子们，我真的，真的太谢谢你们了……”
肉山望着星空，祂的内心，一片祥和：“瘟疫不会被打败，亦不会被消灭，路德，我们还会再见的……”
……
黑纹城。
李维在这里渡过了半年岁月。
这半年，李维并没有去南征北战。
他只是在黑纹城中，默默的将这座城市所有的关于古圣文明的知识，收集起来，消化吸收。
另一方面，他在研究古圣法。
他一度想学习古圣法试试，最终还是放弃了。
他总感觉，古圣法看似可以诞生强大的古圣，可是比起骑士呼吸法，却并不完美。
所以他打算等自己收集更多的古圣法之后，再看看要不要修行这种法门。
不多时，蒙卡的声音在外面响起。
“大人，我有要事求见。”蒙卡说道，声音急促。
“进来吧。”李维淡淡说道。
“什么事？”
“莱文城的白鳞部落，和伊特城的迅猛部落，在朝着我们黑斑城进发，据说这两个部落，在前不久，投靠了青甲古圣，现在可能是得到了青甲古圣的授意，来对我施压了……”
李维听完之后，脑海关于这两个部落的信息闪过。
白鳞部落，迅猛部落，是方圆万里范围内，除了黑斑部落之外，最大的两个部落，也都拥有古蛇级强者坐镇。
自从蒙卡带领部落入主黑斑城以来，各方因为领土问题争斗了很多年，一直没有个结果。
本来李维还想等自己有时间了，带着蒙卡去把这些部落给灭了，整合起来，形成一支强有力的大军，好在未来和古圣对抗。
只不过他忙于研究，一直没顾得上。
没想到，现在对方倒是找上门来了。
“准备迎战吧，我会以你麾下的大将身份出战，暂时不要暴露我的真实实力。”李维说道，面色从容。
“好，全凭大人做主。”这段时间，李维总是和凯恩在蒙卡的府邸，谈论古圣帝国的统一问题。
一开始，蒙卡感觉古圣大人是在开玩笑，可是后来，他发现，对方居然是认真的……
这位无名的古圣强者，是真的想统一古圣帝国，完成这个自最初古圣之后，就再也没有人完成的壮举。
……
黑斑城外。
蒙卡骑着一头如犀牛一样的巨兽，阴冷的蜥蜴瞳孔望向前方乌泱泱的大军。
在蒙卡的身边，一位身披铠甲，全身赤色鳞片的火蜥蜴人同样骑着巨兽，面色淡然。
“蒙卡，我和迅猛族长今日是奉青甲古圣之命来的，我们三家争斗多年，不相上下，没有胜负，这样下去没有意义。青甲古圣已经盯上了我们这块地界，听我一句劝，投降吧。这天下，终究是要被古圣给瓜分的，古圣之下，皆蝼蚁。”白鳞族长说道。
“白鳞，你们部族历史上好歹也是出过古圣的，你就这样甘于屈尊人下？给人当狗吗？我蒙卡纵然不敌古圣，但是我宁可战死，也不会率领部下投降的。”蒙卡十分硬气的说道。
谁让他身边就有一位隐藏的古圣强者呢？
要不然，蒙卡这样识时务者，早就投降了。
“蒙卡，以你一族之力，怎么是我们两族合力的对手呢？别做无意义的挣扎了，速速投降！”迅猛族长催促道。
“别废话了，你们一起上吧，让我用无尽的灼热之力，将你们烤干！”蒙卡有恃无恐的说道。
城墙上，作为蒙卡大军指挥之一的老蜥蜴凯恩面色紧张。
“这一战，怕是凶多吉少了，仅凭蒙卡一人，如何是两位古蛇级强者的对手……咦，那个火蜥蜴小子，怎么也跑战场上去了，这不是胡闹吗？”
这段时间，李维都是以一个求知者的身份和凯恩打交道，态度十分温和谦虚，完全和火蜥蜴一族那种嚣张跋扈的气质不一样。
凯恩先入为主的以为李维也是自己这样的文化人。
谁成想，这小子，居然跟随蒙卡城主，不声不响的上了战场。
“既然如此，那就没什么好说的了，机会，我们已经给过你了。”白鳞族长冷笑道。
“迟则生变，早点拿下这黑纹城，回去复命。”迅猛族长说完，便率领着麾下的蜥蜴人大军，朝着战场冲锋而去。
迅猛蜥一族，生来速度奇快，而迅猛族长，更是修行了“裂空古圣法”，他瞬间化作一道残影，手中握着一柄长剑，剑光撕开战场，单刀直入！
“哈哈哈，爽啊！”迅猛族长哈哈大笑，杀的十分尽兴。
另一边，蒙卡已经和白鳞族长大战在一起，一黑一白，在战场上搏杀，周围都没有蜥蜴人敢靠近。
“这便是古蛇强者之威，虽然远远比不上古圣，可是在这些普通蜥蜴人大军之中，杀个三进三出，还是没问题的。”凯恩见识过古圣级别的战斗，所以对这样的小打小闹，倒是不怎么惊讶。
迅猛族长长剑劈死一位黑纹族人，忽然，他发现，在大军之中，似乎有一位身穿铠甲的火蜥蜴强者，正在自己的军阵中厮杀。
“找死！”
迅猛族长猛地插入战场，他速度太快了，大多数攻击都没办法落在他身上。
“裂空斩！”
他以自己的古圣法，研究出这一招所向披靡的斩击！
华丽的剑光轰出一条路来，势不可挡。
却在那火蜥蜴强者的面前，被其一剑斩灭。
“有意思，可以接下我一剑，没想到蒙卡居然请到了一位古蛇级别的强者。”裂空之力爆发，迅猛族长的身影陡然消失。
李维骑着巨兽，从容的看着迅猛族长如幻影一样在自己周围旋转，试图通过这样的方式迷惑自己。
“花里胡哨！”
如潮水的裂空斩击朝着李维涌来。
砰砰，爆鸣声阵阵。
李维并没有直接碾压，而是以古蛇级别的实力和对方对抗着。
At this moment, the Swift Chief's heart, which was confident at the beginning, became unconfident.
"What a powerful speed! It can even be compared with my Sky-Splitting Power. Is the ancient sacred method of the Fire Lizard Clan also good at speed?" The Swift Chieftain doubted his life in his heart.
In the end, Levi was not hurt at all.
The swift chief was breathing heavily, spitting out his tongue, and his body was shaking due to exhaustion.
He knew that he was no match for this powerful fire lizard. Even if the other party was not an ancient saint, he was not much worse.
He began to retreat quickly, turning into a shadow, trying to escape under Levi's nose.
Levi held the recast Frostmourne in his hand, pointed the sword to the sky, and the power of annihilation burst out!
As the sword came out, a crack of annihilation began to appear on the Swift Army in front.
All the lizardmen in the path of the gray sword light died!
"Don't run!"
Levi pulled the Blood Feather Bow, and a Blood Forbidden Cone appeared on it.
He easily pulled open this third-level blood weapon, the bow was like a full moon and the arrow was like a shooting star.
He seemed like a real ancient warrior, shooting an arrow!
The swift chief who had turned into a phantom and was escaping in front groaned, and the blood forbidden cone pierced his body, causing him great pain.
Then, one by one, the blood-forbidden cones were all driven into the body of the swift tribe leader.
Finally, he half-knelt on the ground, looking forward with a dazed look in his eyes, and he was already dead!
Seeing the tribal leader suddenly die, the other Swift Tribe warriors were shocked and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.
The White Scale Clan leader also noticed something was wrong.
"Dead? How is that possible? Who in this Black Stripe Tribe can kill the Swift Chief who is known for his speed and agility?"
The next moment, a blood-red figure rushed to the front of the battlefield and, together with Monka, beat up the White Scale Chief!
"Bai Lin, surrender. Look at your men, they are all in fear..." Monka said loudly.
"Impossible! I..."
Before the White Scale Chief could finish his words, he was knocked away by Levi's punch and fell to the ground, causing the earth to crack.
“White Flame!!”
White flames appeared all over the body of the angry White Scale Chief, which was a manifestation of the [Phosphorescent Fire Power] burning in his body!
If he surrendered, what would await him would be the revenge of the meticulous Qingjia Ancient Saint, and that would be true despair.
"If you can't see the situation clearly, then die!" Monka's scorching slash was wrapped in heat waves, and he entangled with the white scales that were emitting white flames.
Levi did not continue fighting, but quietly returned to the formation and watched the show alone.
"The strength I have shown now is almost enough. I am a relatively strong ancient snake-level warrior of the Salamander Clan... If he is even stronger, a new ancient saint will appear out of nowhere. I am afraid that other ancient saints will come to watch."
You know, the Reptile Civilization hasn't produced a new Ancient Saint for a long time. Every time a new Ancient Saint appears, it is an absolute big event that will soon spread throughout the Ancient Saint Empire.
Levi still wanted to develop for a while longer, and then start to explode after his Red Emperor Dragon Breathing Technique or Scarlet Dragon Breathing Technique reached the fourteenth level.
In the end, the unyielding White Scale Chief was beheaded by Monka. White smoke was coming out of Monka's body and he was breathing heavily. He held the White Scale Chief's head high in the air.
"All the White Scales and Swift Fierce Tribes! Surrender! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
Monka spoke loudly, he was like a god of death, his vertical pupils exuded murderous intent, and the majesty of an ancient snake-level strongman swept across the battlefield.
The ordinary warriors of the White Scale and Swift Tribes finally put down their weapons...
Monka looked at all this with satisfaction. He never thought that one day he would be able to take off the head of the White Scale Chieftain with his own hands.
"Perhaps, that gentleman's dream of great unification... is not just a fantasy, he is really achieving this goal little by little."
At this moment, the blood that had been dormant in Monka's body for a long time was ignited again.
He looked towards the back of the battlefield and saw that the adult was already riding on a giant beast, slowly leaving on his own.
"With your help, I, Monka, can unify the border areas of the empire within ten years. When my ancient saint method is further improved, the two ancient saints, you and I, joining forces may be able to sweep the empire..." Monka imagined the future.
The most terrifying thing about that adult is that he has never shown his full strength until now. He only used one move to deal with me, but what is his upper limit? Monka is not sure.
Of course, he must not be stronger than the ancient saints mentioned above, otherwise you wouldn't have to hide in this remote place and keep a low profile.
Monka even felt that the Lord might be a hidden relative of the Ancient Saint Burning Sky, but because of some problems, they became enemies and eventually hid their identities and plotted revenge.
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The next day.
Levi sat in the study, studying the ancient sage methods he obtained from the White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe.
The White Scale Clan's is called [Ancient Sacred Phosphorus Fire Spell], and the Swift Clan's is called [Ancient Sacred Sky-Splitting Spell].
The former requires long-term consumption of the flesh and blood of a ferocious underground beast called the [Phosphorus Fire Beast], while the latter requires the [Sky-Splitting Worm].
Both of these ferocious beasts are extremely ancient and difficult to hunt, and they are both descendants of ancient beasts.
Levi speculated that the bloodline of the Fire Beast could ultimately be traced back to Mobius, the Underground King, one of the four ancient kings, while the Sky-Splitting Worm was most likely the Sky King Othros.
"All the ancient saint methods of this Ancient Saint Empire are actually similar. In the final analysis, they all rely on the fierce beasts that inherited the blood of the four ancient kings to practice. By devouring these ancient bloodlines, these lizardmen continue to revert to their ancestors, and eventually transform into ancient saints at the level of ancient beasts, which is the limit. But it is obvious that the four ancient kings are far stronger than the ancient saints, and are very likely comparable to Yuanhun wizards, or even great wizards...
The Dark Lantern Dragon seems to represent fire. Could it be the underground king Mobius?
The Emerald Dragon is known for its speed and is also a highly poisonous dragon. Could it be the Sky King Othros?
Of course, it is also possible that, in addition to these four ancient kings, there are other dragons who have come here. My guess may not be correct. Wait for Monka to send someone to bring the Sky-Splitting Bug and the Scaled Fire Beast back to me, and test their bloodline, and then we will know. "
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Rocky Prairie.
This place is very far away from Black Stripe City. On the prairie, stands a huge green city.
This is Qingjia City.
This city is the largest city in the western part of the Ancient Saint Empire.
Compared with Black Stripe City, Qingjia City is more magnificent and majestic.
This is the city of the Ancient Saint Qingjia. A hundred years ago, the Ancient Saint Qingjia became a saint here and then became the twelfth Ancient Saint.
The ranking of the Ancient Saints of the Ancient Saint Empire is a comprehensive ranking by the people based on the strength of the tribes led by each Ancient Saint and their battle records.
Although the Ancient Saint Qingjia ranks twelfth, he is still very young. He is only over two hundred years old and has a lot of room for improvement in the future.
On the throne of the City Lord's Mansion, a lizardman covered in green scales was dozing with his chin in his hand. The ministers below were all standing silently, not daring to say a word.
Until a creeper messenger from the Chiroptera suddenly flew to the hall, and then crawled there, trembling and said: "Old Saint, there is a battle report from the front. The White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe... have been defeated and surrendered."
The dozing Qingjia Ancient Saint opened his sharp eyes and asked softly, "Where are the two clan leaders?"
"They all died in battle."
"Haha, they are smart. They know that the consequence of surrendering is worse than death, so they choose to die in battle. Can't two ancient snakes take down a black stripe city?"
"Sir, it is said that... a strong man from the Fire Lizard Clan has come to the Lord of Black Mark City, and he seems to be at the level of an ancient snake."
"I see. In that case, are there any of you who are willing to go to the Black Stripe City on my behalf?"