Emerald Hills.
It used to be a beautiful place in the Morian Plane with a fascinating scenery.
The soil here was rich in strange mineral particles, which would show a variety of beautiful colors, such as green or blue, under the illumination of the sky. And under the elegant and quiet moonlight, the colors would constantly change, like pieces of emerald gems flowing gently with the moonlight.
Therefore, this place got the reputation of Emerald Hills!
But at this moment, the beauty of the past had disappeared, and Emerald Hills had now become a bare hill. The top of the bony hill lacked the cover of soil and vegetation, revealing the hard and cold rock base. Under the illumination of the moonlight, it seemed especially cold and merciless.
And at the top of the hill, a small campfire was burning, and seven strange figures in black robes were sitting together, as if waiting for something.
It had been 13 days since the day of destruction, and the entire Morian Plane had become more and more restless. The frequency of the appearance of various foreign creatures had also become more and more frequent. In such an environment, it was very difficult to find a quiet place where no one would disturb them.
Moreover, with the destruction of the plane world, there had been a large area of damage and disintegration of the plane barrier. On the continent, because many areas were close to the breach of the plane barrier, hundreds and thousands of tons of plane matter were swept away by the void hurricane and scattered into the depths of the endless sea of stars.
Moreover, this kind of loss was still happening. As long as the plane's breach was not plugged, the substance of the plane would continue to flow away until only the strongest and most resilient core essence was left in the entire plane.
And those creatures that were swept into the depths of the sea of stars had no chance of surviving!
"Captain Roy, how long do you think we need to wait?" A black robed sorcerer raised his head and asked softly, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
As she spoke, the hood of the black robe slid down a little, revealing a small part of her delicate white chin. A small black mole at the corner of her mouth added a strange charm to her.
"Yes, Captain Roy, maybe the members of that team have died in battle, otherwise they would have arrived by now!" Another black robe sorcerer also complained with dissatisfaction.
"There's nothing to complain about!" The leader of the group was a black-robed Magus with a golden ring on his head. There was a deep claw mark on his left cheek, and there was a grey aura lingering around it. It seemed like there was still some foreign energy that had not been completely removed. He looked exceptionally cold and ferocious. "Before we parted ways, we agreed to wait here for three days. Only two days have passed, and we'll be able to return in one day. What's the rush …"
"That's what you say, but this plane …" The black-robed female Magus's voice was low and sexy, but her words were full of worry. "During these few days of rest, I can already hear the continuous explosions coming from the heavens. This means that the barrier of the Morian Plane will not be able to hold for long. Once the barrier is broken, the ultra-long-distance interplanar teleportation portal we are carrying may be affected by the Nether Storm. At that time … "
Although she didn't say anything else, her unfinished words had already brought endless thoughts to the other sorcerers.
As Tier 4 Elites selected by the Wizard Faction, Team One and Two successfully completed their mission and returned to the evacuation point. Unfortunately, out of the twelve people who set out, only seven were left when they returned.
This also meant that in the 53-day journey, five Elite Tier 4 Sorcerers had died in the Morian Plane. The death rate was nearly half, which showed how dangerous and terrifying the mission they were carrying out was!
As for the third team, which was the main force, there were only four members, and they were all miscellaneous or newly advanced Sorcerers selected by the major organizations. With their strength and adaptability, the probability of surviving such a dangerous mission was still quite low.
Therefore, after the Sorcerers of the two elite teams met here, they waited silently while secretly guessing the number of people who might return from the third team.
The weak two-headed Sorcerer was bound to fall, and the Arcane Sorcerer with the rank of Puppet Master had a high probability of falling as well. After all, such a guy was only good at fighting, but not good at escaping. Once surrounded by powerful enemies, the chance of escape was almost zero.
The slightly famous Fire Sorcerer was strong, but in such a dangerous plane battlefield, the more eye-catching one's strength was, the faster one would die. Therefore, the chances of him completing the mission and escaping from danger were not high.
On the other hand, the Dark Sorcerer had the strength of a Tier 4 Intermediate Sorcerer, and her sorcery was inclined towards mobility and sneak attacks. Therefore, this kind of guy was the most suitable for the plane battlefield, as he could advance and retreat, fight and escape. Once he survived this plane battlefield, his strength would also increase by a lot.
However, just as the Sorcerers were waiting silently, three tall and strange figures appeared on the rugged road in the distance, quickly approaching the campsite.
The Sorcerers around the campfire raised their vigilance, and under their black robes, there was a constant rustling sound. Some instant-cast magic wands, Sorcery scrolls, powerful Sorcery weapons, and strange secret treasures slid into the palms of their hands, ready to be used.
The black-robed Sorcerer stood up and glanced around, and could not help but let out a soft cry of surprise.
"Hey, it's the third team! They … They came back with three people … "
Although the words were simple, it made the other Sorcerers frown slightly.
Soon, Grimm and the other two Sorcerers climbed up the small hill, which only had broken rocks left, and met up with the Sorcerers of the main team.
"Three people …" The leading Golden Hoop Sorcerer could not help but murmur. The claw mark on his cheek that had been infected by the grey gas began to wriggle slowly, making him look exceptionally fierce.
"Lord Roy, we're back!" Grimm and the other two Sorcerers seemed to feel the cold and unfriendly gazes of the other Sorcerers, and took the initiative to greet the leading Golden Hoop Sorcerer.
"Grimm … Where's Shani?" One of the seven Sorcerers of the main team stood up, pulled down his hood, and questioned him coldly.
It was a female Sorcerer, her whole body surrounded by a layer of cold wind that was as cold as ice. Her eyes were delicate and small, but they carried a trace of decisive killing intent.
Looking at her appearance and the family badge on her chest, it was obvious that she was a Winter Witch!
The Winter Witches were also a branch of the Northern Witches. Although they were not of the same race as the Dark Witches, they were both servants of the great Witch King. Moreover, they tended to stick together, especially when it came to external matters. They were a group of women that were extremely difficult to deal with.
Grimm's eyelids drooped, and a faint trace of sadness appeared on his face.
"It's a pity that Lady Shani fell in a battle with a creature from another world!"
"Bullsh * t, you're lying! With Shani's strength, who in this plane could kill her? The Dark Witches are famous for being unkillable! "The Winter Witch roared fiercely, looking like she did not believe Grimm's words.
Grimm's expression did not change, but he raised his eyebrows and said softly.
"Of course, the Arcanists of this plane could not kill her, but those creatures from another world could. Shani died in the hands of a powerful enemy with a Divine Artifact. His name is Mitzer, the divine son of the God of Wisdom, Jero … If you don't believe me, you can find a prophet to verify it. "
Divine Artifact … Divine son … God of Wisdom …
The shocking news made all of the Sorcerers frown.
The Dark Witches all had a pool of energy, which could preserve their soul imprints. This way, they could rampage on the battlefield, and their fighting style was extremely fierce and tyrannical. Even if they died in battle, they could be resurrected with the help of the pool of energy and recreate a perfect body.
This was also the most difficult thing to deal with!
However, if a Dark Witch encountered a powerful enemy with a Divine Artifact, the enemy could use the high-grade characteristics of the Divine Artifact to trap or destroy the Dark Witch's soul. Therefore, it made sense for Grimm to blame Shani's death on this.
A skinny old Magus stood up and asked with a sinister smile, "If even Witch Shani died in battle, how did the three of you escape? Don't tell me you found a place to hide and completed the mission? "
"That's right, that's right … It must be like that … I knew that these trash weren't reliable …" A few Magi who were riddled with injuries started to make a ruckus as well, looking very overbearing.
"Hand over your mission crystals, I want to check them!"
Influenced by his companions, the Golden Hoop Magus could not help but feel suspicious of Grimm and the other two, so he directly asked for the mission crystals.
Mission crystals were specially distributed by high-level Magi before a team set off. They could record a short video of the team members fighting at the mission point, and were usually kept by the leading Magus.
This kind of item had the aura of a high-level Magus on it, so it was impossible to cheat. It was also the direct evidence of the mission team's success.
Grimm was slightly stunned, and his face became gloomy.
"Verifying the mission crystal is a matter for high-level Magi. Now you are forcing me to hand over the mission crystal, don't you think you have crossed the line!"
"Hmph, if you don't hand over the mission crystal, who knows whether you have completed the mission or not. I am the Magus appointed by the Grand Magi to lead the team. Everything here is decided by me. Hand over your mission crystal! "The Golden Hoop Magus said coldly.
Grimm stared at him coldly for a moment, and finally nodded slowly. He took out a magic crystal the size of a fist and handed it over.
Wizard Hiri and the Mangles siblings hesitated for a moment, but they also handed over their mission crystals.
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