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Lynch withdrew his gaze with disdain. After the mage confirmed that there were no survivors, the five explorers slowly headed north.

Glenn began to talk to himself again, but this time there was no elf to talk to him.

Old Sorian was quarreling with Ludin, and the Archmage was studying the next route with the Saurians.

Glenn muttered gibberish nervously. He didn't know if he was scared or not, but his teammates were as relaxed as they were used to.

But they had just faced the evil spirits in the night, encountered the legendary rat men, and even lost one of their members.

The witch hunter held the holy symbol tightly. He regretted coming to the new world. Maybe he should stay in the old world with the dwarves and wait for the orphan legend of the mysterious night to fall into the trap.

Glenn tried to find the fear on the lizard man's face, the sadness of the passing of life, but no, this was an inhuman monster.

The human turned to Asul again, but Asul only had a little more vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

The dwarf was even in the mood to sing loudly. Glenn was so frightened that he shuddered and looked at the other teammates as if asking for help, hoping that they could stop the dwarf's reckless behavior.

It is late at night, and the noise made by the dwarf will attract the monster. He is provoking the darkness.

No one stopped the dwarf. Glenn huddled alone among the aliens. His past experience no longer seemed applicable.

In the past, when he was adventuring in the empire, Sorian would rationally identify the threats in the darkness. Now everyone seems to have lost their minds and completely ignored the monsters in the wilderness.

In the dwarf's thundering song, the witch hunter smiled strangely and gave up on the cautious past.

He was also crazy, otherwise he would not have boarded the ship to the New World, and even robbed the pirates in reverse.

Humanity began to hum the nursery rhymes of his hometown. This was one of the few songs he remembered. At that time, he would hide under the quilt and sing until he fell asleep.

Only when daylight falls and his parents knock on his door, will he get out of the quilt and welcome the light of a new day.

The witch hunter looked at the other beings in the team again. He didn't know what these creatures that could be considered human had encountered to make them so fearless.

But this bravery successfully infected Glenn. He is the son of Sigmar and a glorious citizen of the empire. The descendants of Human Emperor Sigmar cannot lose their courage.

Sigma is the Empire, and the Empire is Sigma.

After the witch hunter sang the last line, he tried to straighten his back. He didn't want to be despised by these ancient beings, although he was indeed only a mortal.

Glenn always felt that he saw Sigma, standing in the north. He was so tall, and his shoulders were as broad as the legend.

All humans are safe and the darkness can no longer threaten people's lives because Sigma is there.

As the distance got closer, the tall mountains were unveiled by the moonlight, allowing Glenn to see the truth clearly.

That's just a mountain, not a majestic human emperor.

But the foolish believers are addicted to psychedelics and firmly believe that it is inspired by the gods.

As if the dwarf's ugly song really disturbed something, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded, and the witch hunter drew his sword in response.

Just when Glenn was about to die heroically, the roar stopped abruptly.

The lizard man who led the team had disappeared. While the humans were waiting in fear, the lizard man used his scepter to pick up the manticore's head and returned from the darkness.

Relax, it's just the cat meowing.

Glenn understood the lizard man's poor Elvish language, but the ferocious head on the top of the scepter was not a relaxing presence at all.

It looks like it can bite off a war horse with one bite, and its huge mouth is full of fangs.

Damn cat, it looks nothing like Aunt Susan's orange cat. Glenn looked sideways uneasily.

Sure enough, the dwarf and the sword master were eager to try and stopped arguing.

The witch hunters suspected that they were going to kill the same monster to prove their bravery.

Fortunately, no one had time to cause trouble.

Lynch suddenly made a gesture, and this time they understood the meaning of the gesture.

The soldiers prepared for battle, but it didn't take long before Lynch took the initiative to suspend the alert.

He growled into the distance in a short, growl-like language.

The same language rang out from the darkness, but duller.

The witch hunter suspected that the lizard man was summoning monsters, but in fact it was not that mysterious.

Lynch was just greeting the white figure in the distance. Due to the highly condensed nature of lizard language, their conversation could be expanded to the following sentences.

Big White Lizard, have you completed your mission?

Armybreaker, I just came back from the depths of the fallen elf cub's lair.

Lord Slot didn't assist the legion in returning?

The master just gave the order, and I followed the order and returned from the north.

Perhaps it has forgotten. May Tebok point you in the direction. Itaza's road is not far away.

Not long after, a huge white Thoros, holding a big club and an emerald shield, was exposed to the firelight held high by humans.

After discovering that this Thoros could crush rocks every time it set foot, Glenn understood the terrifying power contained in its body.

The big white lizard was covered with new scales, and the most shocking penetrating wound was on its chest. It looked like it had been hit hard by a dragon spear.

The wounds have long been scarred, and more scars of different sizes tell the story of the brutality of the war.

Lynch suspected that it had entered Naggarond, and was blocked under the Witch King's black tower in the inner city of Naggarond.

Because half of the halberd is stuck on the big white lizard, and the halberd is the weapon style of the Black Guard of Nagarond.

The Black Guard is the bodyguard of the Witch King and the most elite warriors of Druchi.

It seemed that this reckless guy had fought his way back from the far north without hiding his figure at all.

There is obviously a simpler way to transfer, but the big white lizard is too rigid.

It was obvious that Drucci took the champion's behavior as a provocation, even if it didn't realize it was a provocation.

The clear sound of the crossbow arrows shook the jungle. Fortunately, Teclis reacted quickly and raised his magic shield, blocking the incoming arrows.

The human trembled under the arrows, and he almost died.

The arrow hit the lizard men and bounced off the two lizard men.

It was obvious that Druchi did not give up the pursuit, and perhaps countless Druchi dignitaries were furious.

The two figures threw themselves towards the north almost at the same time, and screams rang out one after another, eventually turning into silence.

The slaughter was over before the Archmage's spell was fully formed.

May Kuiji protect your scales.

The big white lizard gave Lynch a final farewell and left silently south.

The rainforest returned to tranquility, except for the appearance of hundreds of Druchi corpses.

Lynch's perception outlined for him a group of sneaky Druchi assassins.

As if they were still determined not to give up, they quietly tried to bypass Lynch and continued their pursuit south.

Obviously, Lynch wouldn't give them that chance.