Breath corridor, periphery.

The green prairie, the snow is melting, the dew is rolling, ushering in the revival of the spring season.

The monsters that had been hibernating for a long time came out, gnawing on the delicate green grass, eating and drinking enough, following their instincts, making some big and colorful movements, the air was filled with the smell of hormones...

"boom!"

The ground shook, and a magic tower inlaid with skeletons rolled down like a ghost, falling from the sky and creating a large crater several hundred feet high.

The powerful shock wave flew away the turf, soil, stone chips, and even the monsters. Under the aftermath, they exploded into a vigorous blood mist. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and no one in the family, old or young, was left behind.

Even the grass that has been growing for hundreds of years will be blown to pieces with its roots and soil.

The huge magic tower was shaped like the head of a dragon beast, made of white bones. It opened its big mouth, with sharp teeth on both sides, and ignited will-o'-the-wisps for lighting. A rough black shadow walked out first.

By the stream, an elk was drinking the morning dew. Seeing that the situation was not good, it ran away.

But before entering the jungle, he was grabbed from the air and flew thousands of meters. He was caught in a rough hand and struggled hard.

"Phew, we finally broke out. The Knights Alliance actually hides a third-level magic tower, which has the effect of sealing the void."

"Tear!"

The flesh and blood were torn apart, exposing a piece of tender muscle.

A giant with a dark complexion and over five meters tall tore off a thin thigh of an elk, ignored the elk's painful wails, and chewed it in his mouth. His mouth was filled with blood and some pieces of meat were spattered.

"Haas, the priest hates rude, ignorant, and barbaric subordinates the most. Stop this behavior."

Balor, the Fire Demon who had previously participated in the battle at the ruins of the Giant City, was glowing with fire. He looked at the rude behavior of this troll and said displeasedly.

He single-handedly fought against a group of extraordinary beings, and luckily escaped from the battlefield and was rescued by this magic tower made by the demon clan.

However, he did not expect that on the battlefield in Middle-earth, the alliance between the demons and knights was becoming increasingly fierce and the battle lines were tight. His Majesty the Demon King also dispatched one of the three magic towers to drop in the North. He was obviously very concerned about it.

"Yes, Lord Barlow."

Haas looked nervous and his ugly face became even more ferocious. After biting off the last large piece of venison, he hurriedly dropped the elk.

The elk was weak and trembling, and eventually lost its breath due to excessive blood loss.

The smell of blood spread quickly. In the Skeleton Magic Tower, a figure wearing a robe and holding a snake bone scepter took a light sniff of the fresh venison smell, and the corners of his dry and purple mouth curled up.

"Sacrifice to the Lord."

Barlow quickly saluted him, and even the troll, who was known for his bravery among the demon clan, knelt down to show respect.

Trolls have the blood of giants. Due to the fall into the abyss, they became demons. They are extremely powerful and control all kinds of magic, especially the fire system.

"Um……"

The big man who was respected as a priest snorted coldly.

He was wearing a wizard's robe inlaid with gold, and his bare skin was gray. After taking off his hood, he revealed the face of an old man.

But his pupils seemed to be erect, and they were as gray as skin, with a glimmer of light that could not be seen directly, like a poisonous snake sneaking up in the darkness.

At the bottom of the wizard's robe, there is a thick snake tail covered with gray scales, which contains amazing magical energy.

Snake Eyes, half-human and half-snake, exuded a cold aura. Even Balor, the Fire Demon, couldn't help but tremble, as if he was in an ice cellar and the violent blood in his body had been frozen.

This priest dressed as a wizard belongs to the Lamia clan, a direct descendant of the Green Scale Demon King, a snake demon with the talent of [Petrification].

"Barlow, His Majesty has sent us to support the North. As the person in charge here, do you have any information to share?"

The priest looked at Barlow, his eyes revealed a hint of coldness, which made Barlow stiffen.

He noticed that the priest's tone was filled with anger, and he was obviously dissatisfied with him for losing control of the North.

Faced with the priest's accountability, Barlow did not dare to hide it. Earlier in the magic tower, the priest was still meditating and cultivating, so he naturally did not go to Barlow to trouble him.

"That...Pu...Plomi family that supported it was almost completely wiped out."

Barro glanced at the priest's calm eyes and said quickly: "However, the three major principalities are also close to being completely destroyed, allowing the Harvest Divine Court to win in the end... I suspect that the Divine Court has a big plan to subvert the structure of the North."

The snake demon priest had a cold face, a little surprised by the current results in the North.

Three thousand years ago, since the natural disaster swept across the Northland, the local forces in the North were almost crippled. Middle-earth took the opportunity to take action. On the one hand, it was to capture giants and dwarves and explore the remains of civilization. On the other hand, it was to attack the people who crossed the boundary wall and swept across the three continents.

natural disaster, I felt unparalleled shock and confusion, and went to trace the truth.

Various forces took action, and His Majesty the Green Scaled Demon King, who was near the Northland, had sent some heavy troops to the Northland to dig out giant god soldiers and strengthen his own base.

But hundreds of years later, not only did all the forces fail to reap any benefits, but they also caused serious casualties in the North. Over time, except for some wealthy and wealthy people, all the forces gave up and buried the relics deep inside.

Just let it happen.

On the other hand, Arthas, the God of Victory, fled to the North and established the Divine Court in the name of the God of Harvest. He was once the overlord of the North and prospered for a thousand years. However, due to changes, he suffered heavy losses and existed in name only.

Therefore, among the garrisons of some forces, the three major principalities appeared. Correspondingly, the passage from the Middle Earth to the North was mostly conquered by the demons.

The Prome family, the puppets of the demon clan, came into being.

That inferior spring of life was given by the Jade Scale Demon King and was brewed from just a drop of blood of the golden tree.

The forces on both sides fought openly and secretly to excavate various relics in the North, but with little effect. The forces supported by China and Earth reached a tacit understanding.

After all, the prehistoric civilization of the dwarves and giants was extremely difficult to excavate. After three thousand years, only about ten of them were unearthed, roughly one piece every three hundred years. Some of the technologies lag far behind those of Middle-earth.

What is valuable is the Titan Weapon that contains the power of the Titan's blessing, as well as the legacy of the God of Forging.

In comparison, the powerful and ferocious giant slaves and the dwarf slaves with superb forging skills were a major specialty in the North, and they were plundered completely.

"The giant divine weapon born in the ruins is suspected to have been taken away by Shenting. Now, Shenting is going to farm, and there must be a big plan..."

Just when Barlow reported the information, the snake demon priest was startled, and a hint of disbelief appeared in his cold vertical pupils.

"The Titan Soldier was taken away by the Demon King of Gluttony, and the Harvest Temple and the Hall of Valor formed an alliance. They planned for four hundred years to refine the lost Sword of Victory."

"Three thousand miles away from here, a war broke out. The two extraordinary beings who smuggled over from the Hall of Valor fell into the hands of a demon general of the Demon King Gluttony... Six, six extraordinary tributaries?!! Σ(っ°Д°;)

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"Currently, excluding the possibility of outsiders interfering, there are only three parties, the Divine Court, the Gluttonous Demon King, and us who are lurking in the dark."

Between the lightning and flint, a series of messages were generated in the mind. The snake demon priest had the idea clearly, and headed towards the direction of the Middle Earth. With a look of awe on his face, he bowed his hands.

In my heart, I was shocked.

A series of information, like a mallet, hit his snake head at high speed, making his head hurt.

This was the devil's intervention, personally instilling information into him and carrying out the mission.

The information revealed was too shocking, even a little unbelievable.

What frightened him the most was not only the plan of the Divine Court, but also the will of the fifth demon king, the Great Demon of Gluttony, who had sneaked into Northern Europe. A demon general under his command actually broke the records of extraordinary tributaries in Northern Europe!

How dare you, as a newly promoted extraordinary person, defeat two veteran extraordinary people!

This potential and talent are no less than those of His Majesty the Green Scaled Demon King's number one demon general, General Calvin.

"Make an alliance? Make a king's covenant!"

In the end, the snake demon priest was a little confused about the message conveyed by the demon god, but then he was relieved.

Although the Demon King of Gluttony is still in his infancy and his background cannot compare with the power of the Demon King of Green Scales, in the North, the Divine Court is a formidable enemy.

Once the Sword of Victory is successfully refined and Arthas returns to the throne of the God of Victory, his camp will have a winning rate of nearly 100%!

The Nordic gods don't want to see the return of the God of Victory, and the Demon God who is causing harm to the Nordics doesn't want to be an enemy of a bug-like bug.

So,

It is a good idea to form an alliance between two demons, destroy the sword refining ceremony, or capture the Sword of Victory.

What's more, concluding a king's covenant will also help to restrict the other party, so that it can be conveniently planned to murder the other party in the future, and used as food to allow His Majesty the Demon King to go further.

Another advantage is to win over them early and take advantage of them, lest the other three demon kings notice.

The Demon King is a rare resource. It is a great tonic for the wisdom camp and for the strong men who are also Demon Kings.

"???"

Barlow looked at the snake demon priest in horror. His eyes were sharp, as if he was thinking about how to punish him.

The troll Haas also secretly picked up the venison leg and ate it carefully.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, his face froze, and he stared in astonishment at the golden clouds sweeping across the distance.

The boundless golden clouds rolled, boiled, and rioted, and a golden sword exploded with dazzling brilliance, golden patterns emerged, and the divine light was dazzling.

Wherever the sword points, gold chains are entwined, and rice fields spread.

On the prairie, rice ears took root and actually invaded the breath corridor where a king of heaven sits.

"roar!"

A roar of fright and anger set off a substantial shock wave, like a beam of invisible air pillars, majestic and penetrating the golden cloud!

The sky suddenly turned dark, and black clouds covered the sky above the Breathing Corridor, exuding a depressing and trembling aura.

Black clouds rolled and the sky and earth changed color.
To be continued...