Broad World

Just when Henry assigned tasks to his men, a terrible conspiracy was brewing at the junction of the traveling mountains south of Tethyr and the Mir Forest.

In an unknown building, several people wrapped in cloaks were sitting together. A huge golden skeleton was carved in the middle of the round table. It was the fallen **** of killing, the evil of Baal. Mark, and at the same time there are several raised arrows on the edge of the table, each of which is aimed at one of the participants.

Suddenly, one of them smashed the table fiercely and stood up and yelled at everyone: "Geli'an's adopted son has become a demigod! His power is far beyond estimates, we should act soon!"

"Don't worry so much, even if you become a demigod, the fate of that fool is already doomed." The other hooded man said disdainfully.

As if in his eyes, the divine power was not worth mentioning if the godhead hadn't reached a weak level, and his tone was arrogant and unbelievable.

"Are you sure we can rest assured? The final plan is about to begin, and any uncertain factors should be dealt with as soon as possible." Another person made a very cautious suggestion.

"Of course, I can guarantee that this son of Barr is over, he has nowhere to escape." The mouth of the person sitting near the door turned up slightly, showing a playful smile.

"Then I announce that the final plan has officially entered the countdown, and it will be officially launched from August to September next year. The power of killing will be condensed in this land as never before, and the throne will choose the owner who is most suitable for it."

"Of course, all of us are waiting for this moment, aren't we?"

"But only one person can be a winner!"

"Before that, we need to deal with other competitors first. Isn't this the reason for our alliance?"

"Then please go and gather your own army to prepare. The tragic fight will begin soon."

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As the content of the conversation gets deeper and deeper. The relationship between everyone present also began to become clear.

obviously. They are not solid allies, but a fragile alliance formed to protect their own interests, and there are huge contradictions between them. I am afraid that every guy can't wait for others to die by accident, so that he can reduce a strong competition. opponent.

The meeting was very short. After only ten minutes, one person stood up and sneered and announced: "Anyway, the Throne of Slaughter must belong to me in the end. No one can take it away from me."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out without looking back. Only a burst of presumptuous laughter reverberated in the corridor, which could not be subdued for a long time.

"Hmph! What an arrogant man, does he think how much advantage the dragon blood can have in this battle of demigods?" A slender woman stared at the door sarcastically.

The man with a hood on his right hand shook his head slightly: "No, don't underestimate that guy. I heard that he has enslaved several of his kind using certain methods. I believe you should all know that the adult dragon is here. What terrible destructive power can be caused in war."

"Ha! It's just a group of flying lizards. Our great giants killed more than one dragon."

Said that a man who was twice as tall as the others stood up, patted the table hard, and then opened the door and walked out. Judging from the burning beard on his chin, he is undoubtedly a powerful fire giant leader.

In the next few minutes, the remaining few people also left. In the end, there were only two people who had never spoken and sat there still, especially the male who was sitting facing the direction of the skeleton. His hands were always on the table, there was not even a slight tremor.

Scary self-control!

Judging from his scarred back of hands and forearms, he should be a monk who has experienced cruel practice.

After all, apart from them, there is no second profession in the entire Faerun Continent who would use his hands as weapons, and refuse to use any shields or armors. The purpose is to temper himself to the extreme, and in the end it can even be comparable with his fist alone. Legendary weapons.

Of course, it is impossible to achieve such an effect purely, and the monk also has a kind of energy called Qi. Through practice, meditation, tempering one's own mental perception, and guiding this powerful force that exists in everyone's body, it will inflict violent continuous blows on the enemy.

As representatives of order and self-discipline, their souls and souls are constantly improving and sublimating in continuous cultivation. After entering the legend, they will undergo a strengthening from the inside to the outside, from humans to complete magical creatures, not only immune to all Diseases and toxins, as well as extremely terrifying physical and magical resistance. As long as they are not killed immediately, the powerful self-healing ability can heal all wounds within a few days.

It can be said that this is a very fragile profession in the early stage and quite terrifying in the later stage. As long as it exceeds a certain level, the monk’s body will never age, even if it is older, it will not start to decline like warriors and thieves. Therefore, it is one of the few physical attack classes that can pose a great threat to the caster.

"Balzakh, what do you think of those ambitious brothers and sisters?" The woman sitting across from the monk drew an arc of her mouth, and asked with a meaningful smile.

"Every son of Baal must die. This is my vow. No matter how many sins I bear, I will complete it. Baal's dirty blood must be completely wiped out. No one can be an exception." Zah's man instantly released a powerful aura, and all the empty chairs banged, all exploded into powder.

There is no doubt that he is a legendary monk, and his control and use of his "qi" have reached the pinnacle, and even the legendary mage may not be able to prevent it.

The woman bent down and grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it into the air, then opened her mouth and asked, "Why don't you use the supernatural power in your body? I believe that as long as you unlock the seal, even if the four of them are united, they will not be your opponent."

"I will not release this depraved and evil power, and will never let it stain my soul. You die that heart, Melissa. Don't think I don't know your plan." Balzach said in a tone. Definitely. At the same time, he raised his head and stared at the opponent with eagle-like eyes.

If you change to an ordinary person. Under the oppression of the powerful will of the legendary monk, I am afraid it would have collapsed long ago. But this woman seemed to feel nothing. Just smiled softly: "Hehe, you really deserve to be the most powerful among the five descendants, whether it is power or soul. But it is a pity that the other four people are busy fighting for power, and you alone are not enough to fight me. ."

After hearing these words, Balzach clenched his fists hard and asked: "So Grian's adopted son is also the **** you arranged?"

"He has a lot of potential, and he also has a lot of powerful partners. If you make good use of it, you may have unexpected results...Of course, you can also help him by the way. It is your wish to get rid of all the sons of Baal anyway. , Isn't it?" The woman said with a weird smile on her face, then she stood up and quickly disappeared at the gate.

"God is not a puppet you can control at will, Mei Lishan, even a dead god. Look at it, you will fall to pieces one day." Balzach muttered while looking at the door.

He knew very well what the first priestess of the **** of slaughter was going to do, through betrayal to completely destroy all the possibility of Baal's resurrection, and then use the mutual killing between the children of the gods to secretly gather power. Capture the **** **** in one fell swoop.

Although this woman planned everything so perfectly, she missed one. The Throne of Slaughter can only be inherited by the Son of Slaughter. As long as a Son of Baal is still alive, she will never be truly recognized.

The meeting of the League of Five Generations finally ended. With the departure of the legendary monk Balzakh, the building in the wilderness was restored to peace again. Except for a few parties, no one knows what happened here, nor do they know that after half a year, they will start a terrible war, all for the throne of Balkong.

Two days passed quickly. Early in the morning on the third day, a few kilometers away from the gate of Ascatraz, three huge airships lifted off again, slowly moving in the direction of the Baldur Gate to the north. go ahead.

Perhaps it was taken from the deterrence of Henry's legendary mage, or it could be that Xema did have some prestige and ability. In short, none of the more than two hundred masked mages tried to escape, and many even brought their relatives.

In order to show his principle of rewards for merits and punishment for mistakes, Henry gave the old man a scroll of seven-level magic limited wishes in public. As for whether the opponent is used to extend his life or do other things, it is not his concern.

In addition, Kaidong's wife and two daughters were also traveling with him. With the help of the barbarian warriors, the move went smoothly. Except for the house itself and the floor, even small objects such as curtains and flower pots were not let go, and they were all thrown into the hanging warehouse.

The girls who took the flying tool for the first time looked very excited, and the elf loli became much more cheerful because of the company of her peers. The corridor was full of laughter for a while, and there was also the barking of the elf hounds.

"Real cute little guys, aren't they?" Kaidong said with a gratified expression.

"Yeah, maybe you can bring them together as guests in the future, so Illenia won't often have nightmares." Henry turned his head and looked at the dragons flying in groups outside the window and how much they dragged. Arm Giant~www.ltnovel.com~ Since the end of the Battle of Sodennisla, all the captured evil dragons have been locked by the "Mithril Chain of Sorrow", and became captives unwillingly.

The brown dragon Ottagos and the black dragon Orroxis, always circling around and watching everyone, a little bit of dishonesty is a violent beating, and even the two female green dragons have been upgraded to become Supervisor. Within a few days, the two of them used violence to establish their authority in the dragon group.

As for the multi-armed giant, it was completely because of its huge size that it couldn't fit into the hanger, so it had to ask for a large, tough net from the elves, and dragged it around the airship by a group of dragons. The indifferent giant doesn't care about this, and even has the mood to catch birds flying by as a snack.

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