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Lin Qi agreed. The demon priest seemed to have been paying attention to this place, and a crack appeared next to Lin Qi.

The Archmage noticed the strange movement and was not too surprised when Lin Qi didn't respond.

I'm going to fix some things.

Lin Qi whispered without looking back and quickly got into the space rift.

After a brief period of weightlessness, Lynch returned to the Awakening City.

He is located in the central square around the Great Pyramid of Huangqi, and a thousand Huangqi Blessers are waiting in formation.

These Thoros have darker skin and have black birthmarks on their backs.

A larger portal opened, and the salty sea breeze blew wildly on Lin Qi's face. Thunder rumbled endlessly, and the huge noise made Lin Qi irritable.

Lynch gave a marching order with a short roar in 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 boost given to Lynch by Slan while he was fighting.

Maybe Lord Wo Kerr guessed wrong, but it doesn't matter. Lynch only needs to beat up the Druchi pirates.

…

The vast ocean has the edge of a storm that can easily lift off islands.

The Black Ark trembled violently on the sea, making the beautiful woman high in the warlock tower in the center of the Black Ark irritated.

Many high-level sorceresses were rummaging through ancient books on each 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 Druchi soldiers patrolled and guarded the mobile city.

Slaves of all kinds were deprived of their intelligence by magic and maintained the huge island mechanically.

From time to time, an unlucky slave fell into the sea without causing any waves.

This is Grond's Black Ark!

Grond, the Tower of Prophecy stands in the far north, the sacred palace of the Druchi sorceresses.

Passing through the howling wind and falling snow, you can reach the filthy palace where men are forbidden to enter.

Of course, countless Chaos warbands visit Grond every year, but the local garrison never wants to leave, and there is a steady stream of soldiers who spontaneously garrison the defensive walls of Grond.

They are all here for the Supreme Sorceress Morath!

Many people have heard of her reputation, Moras is the most beautiful female.

If one sees the true appearance of Moras, then no matter whether they are the warriors of the elves or the champions of the beastmen, as long as they have relevant needs, they will be shocked by the bewitching beauty of Moras.

Tens of thousands of Grond's defenders died every month, and this horrific battle damage could not be stopped. Those dizzy men rushed over.

Because there are a few lucky ones who will be allowed to enter the Tower of Prophecy by Moraes.

Except for the Witch King, all those who enter the tower voluntarily give their lives to the beautiful mistress.

Moras also brought many slaves with him on this trip, but Moras no longer cares about flirting with the slaves.

She is focused on deciphering the golden tablet brought by a slave master.

She didn't care about the heavy price paid by the slave owner, after all, the slave owner had already obtained pleasure from her.

The thunder in the storm disturbed Moras' thoughts.

The sorceress's weakness against the stone slab made her angry at other competitors.

The laughter of the dead sailors of the Dread Fleet was brought by the sea breeze, as if they were mocking the Supreme Sorceress who had not cracked the slate for a long time.

Moras frowned, and simply stood up from the crystal throne, placed the gold plate on the crystal clear table, and looked at the slave master with only half of his blood and flesh left on his side.

He's still alive because Moraes hasn't had enough.

Just as Moras was about to send out his male favorite and the sea beast battleship to teach the vampire fleet a lesson, the Shadow Wind became inexplicably agitated.

The space was distorted by a powerful force. As an excellent warlock, Moras naturally saw the source of the abnormality.

A certain spellcaster is opening a large-scale portal!

She initially thought those lowly vampires were trying to raid the Black Ark again.

But in the sky above the Black Ark, the concentrated thoughts building exquisite magic made her understand that this was a high-level magic master, not a necromancer.

Moraes drew the Wand of Caladian from her hoard, which would strengthen her command over the power of Daal.

Many high-level sorceresses put down their work and noticed the uninvited guests.

With the help of the violent and abundant power of black magic on the Black Ark, the sorceresses used their strong will and ambition to work together to encourage Dahl and shatter the inexplicably gathered wind of shadow.

The Winds of Shadow shattered into the power of Dal, fueling the warlock's arrogance.

But the unknown visitor took advantage of the sorceress's relaxation in the next moment to drive away the chaos in the sea and once again build a complex and sophisticated magic network.

Seeing that Dahl's power was banished, nearly a thousand high-level sorceresses showed their magical powers and reunited Dahl. The black magic energy caused sparks and lightning to appear around the sorcerer tower.

Moraes was on alert. The last time she encountered such a powerful enemy was in Ulthuan.

The opponent is the son of Aenarion named Teclis.

Morath missed Aenarion, and was neurotically jealous of Aenarion's ex-wife, the Eternal Queen Astariel.

She is Aenario's only and legal wife!

The Supreme Sorceress fell into a rage due to her brief recollection. With even greater dominance, she shattered the gathering winds of magic and created more dark magic energy.

But it's too late. Being distracted in a fight means failure.

Moras only caught a trace of space ripples, and the other party seemed to have successfully released some kind of space spell.

This made the sorceresses be more vigilant, and many sorceresses decisively spread their thoughts and let their dark will rise to the sky.

Before they could entangle the enemy spellcaster, the opponent condensed another spell again.

Countless dark clouds overlapped together, from the atmosphere downwards, to the top of the Warlock Tower, covering the bright moon.

Layers of shadows form the Optimus Prime, and even the most ignorant apprentice can see that this is a super-standard calamity magic.

The thoughts of many powerful warlocks worked together to disturb the thinking behind the magic, trying to make the maintainer of the spell fail.

There is no room for error in advanced magic. Quish is a sophisticated magical art. Once a loophole appears, it can easily fall apart, causing the spell to completely fall into the abyss of failure.

But the warlocks were surprised to find that the visitor was not ordinary.

If he hadn't weaved exquisite advanced spells, the warlocks would even have mistakenly thought that the intruder was a demon prince.

The thinking was harsh and cold, like a manifestation of some stubborn order.

Moras discerned the details of the spell. The deep black dome in the sky was an apocalyptic spell specifically targeting elves.

To elves, the deep superimposed shadows in the sky are hanging swords, but to other creatures, they are just special fireworks.

She vaguely remembered that this was the spell of a certain mysterious race. The spells of that mysterious race were specific and powerful... This was also their flaw.

Moraes 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 mage was, forcing him to switch the species targeted by the spell, and the sorceress would take the opportunity to gain an advantage.

With older memories buried in the past, the sorceress must face an imminent crisis.

The fear fleet confronting the Druzi fleet in the distance became restless. Because of the amazing momentum of the Heavenly Tribulation Spell, the vampires found an opportunity to take advantage of it.

What's even worse is that another force of Dar has risen behind Druzi and the vampires, seemingly taking the opportunity to destroy the two fleets.

Moras had long noticed the timid rat behind him.

How dare these inferior creatures get in the way!

Could it be that they thought Drucci would have such a ridiculous sin as tolerance after the fact?

Furious, Moraes issued orders to Black Ark to meet the enemy.

The shadow storm in the sky became more solid, and Morath was forced to focus on his battle with the unknown wizard.

The flapping of the wings of giant bats and bloodthirsty ghosts covered up the screams that sounded from time to time on the Black Ark.

None of the chaotic parties noticed that the cold-blooded legion had quietly landed on the black island.

Lynch didn't expect things to go so smoothly.