Chapter 614
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Deep Green Basin below Assequero.
Silver inscriptions appeared above the swamp. As the inscriptions shattered, the black-clothed man walked out of the gap of light formed by the inscriptions. He fell into the swamp as soon as he took a step.
It took him a full minute to recover. He climbed out of the swamp and used magic to remove the mud from his clothes.
It was not easy to escape from a demon of chaos and an ice dragon. The black-clothed man paid a huge price to barely escape the ice dragon's imprisonment.
He was banished by Assequero, so he could not enter the elven settlement in Assequero through teleportation.
But now he had to return to Assequero and tell the council of elders what he had seen and heard.
The blasphemers had built their stronghold in Assequero! They had also imprisoned a group of high elven inspectors. To make matters worse, Elder Sindonar had become a member of the blasphemers.
The black-clothed man began to plan what to do next. But the premonition of danger made him use inscriptions to build a magic shield in front of him.
The swamp on the ground was instantly split into two by an invisible attack, which hit the black-clothed man's magic shield.
A large number of cracks appeared on the surface of the shield. The same attack came from the back of the black-clothed man, and he used the same method to block it again.
But the enemy's attack was far beyond the limit of the shield, not to mention that the black-clothed man was now in a weakened state.
Silver inscriptions appeared in the black-clothed man's hands. He waved his hand and threw the inscriptions to a corner of the forest in the distance.
The trees in that area were instantly turned into nothingness. There were also a few corpses with only legs left on the ground.
But he did not completely kill all the enemies. Attacks that could tear the swamp apart came from all directions.
The black-clothed man used magic to block most of the attacks, but not all of the enemies were weaklings that he could easily crush. There were many dangerous fellows among them!
The magic shield that he had built around him was completely shattered.
This was a fatal blow. The long sword made of magic shot at the black-clothed man's heart at an extremely fast speed. The magic shield shattered into pieces, and the transparent long sword sank into the black-clothed man's chest.
"Blasphemer …"
Fresh blood flowed out from the black-robed man's mouth. His eyes under the mask were staring at that figure in the distant forest, or rather … that group of figures!
As expected, the group of blasphemers had discovered Assequero's location. They were going to attack Assequero!
The black-clothed man wanted to stop this group of people, but he was no match for this group of blasphemers.
What should I do? Return to Assequero?
An inscription appeared in the black-robed man's hand. It was an inscription called 'Hometown'.
But no matter how hard he tried to activate the inscription, it was useless. The Council of Elders regarded him as an exiled person and completely blocked him.
At this moment, the man in black gritted his teeth and activated another inscription.
The white light enveloped him again, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the Forgotten Land.
Only this time, he was not in the tavern in the Forgotten Land, but in the portal at the end of the Forgotten Land.
It did not close.
The black-clothed man covered his bleeding chest, staggered to the portal, and walked into it.
Now, the only people he could trust were the human sages of Noland!
But this portal was already occupied by the blasphemer, so the black-clothed man could only gamble that the other side of the portal was not the base of the blasphemers.
The black-clothed man passed through the portal, and before his vision gradually became blurry, he saw a figure walking towards him. When he saw the figure clearly, he realized that he had made the right bet!
"Frost Axe?" The black-clothed man lost his strength and knelt on the ground, his mask falling off his face.
"Long ears?!"
The dwarf Frost Axe stepped forward and helped the high elf up. This was one of the few elves that Frost Axe considered a friend.
A few days ago, the small ancient building that he had treated as a decoration had been activated. The one who activated it was none other than the owner of the Hearthstone Tavern, Josiah.
When Frost Axe heard that Josiah wanted to build a Hearthstone Tavern in the elves' territory, he immediately agreed to let Josiah use it. After that, it was Noland's Artisan Brotherhood that traveled between the portals.
Today, the portal was activated again, and an old friend that Frost Axe had not seen for many years walked out.
"Did you drink too much in that tavern again? No … Long ears, who did this? "
Frost Axe felt the blood flowing out of the black-clothed man's chest, and instantly realized how serious the injury was.
"Take me … to the Sage Council," the black-clothed man said in a weak voice.
Frost Axe did not answer the black-clothed man, and directly asked someone to push a cart over and put the black-clothed man on it.
During this time, the black-clothed man's consciousness was very blurry, but he tried his best to stay awake …
Soon, the dizziness caused by the loss of blood and the heavy injuries gradually disappeared from his mind.
The black-clothed man suddenly opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but the intense pain in his chest forced him to lie down again.
"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Frost Axe placed two bottles of wheat wine on the table next to the black-clothed man.
"How long have I been unconscious? I need to go to the Sage Council as soon as possible. "
"You've only been lying down for less than five minutes! You haven't even finished bandaging your wounds! "
Frost Axe yelled at the top of his lungs, and the black-clothed man could only lie down again.
"I've already sent someone to inform the Sage Council. They will send someone over immediately."
Frost Axe took a bottle of wheat wine and sat on a chair, while the black-clothed man continued to lie down on the bed, quietly letting the Apothecary next to him bandage his wounds.
The black-clothed man was still thinking of a way to save Assequero, but the translucent interface that appeared in front of Frost Axe caused the black-clothed man's eyes to widen.
"Why do you have something from the Blasphemer? Frost Axe, could it be … "The black-clothed man said as he tried to sit up again, but was violently pressed back onto the bed by the Dwarf Apothecary.
"Blasphemer? This is the Weave made by Josiah. "Frost Axe said.
"Josiah … Isn't Josiah a Blasphemer? Weave … Have you allied with the Blasphemers?"
"What alliance? Long Ears, haven't you been away from Noland for too long? Everyone in Noland is using the Weave now. If you don't use the Weave, then you're … behind the times! Right! You're behind the times! "Frost Axe said with a hiccup.
"The entire Noland is using the Weave made by the Blasphemers?"
The black-clothed man lay on the bed, his consciousness blurred. This feeling of the whole world betraying him … made him dizzy.
But while he was unconscious, the black-clothed man caught a few specks of starlight. He looked at the specks of white light in disbelief.
The power of faith …
Why can I see the power of faith of the holy tree here?
The black-clothed man suddenly turned his head and found that the dim power of faith came from Frost Axe. His body was overflowing with a dim light that rose into the sky, and finally disappeared into the ceiling.
"What are you looking at?"
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