The Stairway of Madness. When Duque and his entourage entered this area in Audur, they did not know how to describe this place.
The surrounding scenery was similar to the Guardian's Shrine District. It was still a gigantic palace built with giants as the standard.
Everyone was here to slay the evil god. When they saw the gigantic Greek pillar that required dozens of people to wrap their arms around it, they had already gotten used to it.
The shrine was still the same shrine, but the aura and atmosphere in the air were completely different.
Everyone thought that this place would feel like Angela or the Hakkar Shrine, filled with traces of worship for the evil god. Who would have thought that it was not like that at all.
The surroundings were filled with a transparent aura, spreading a … slight sense of joy.
This feeling was very faint, so faint that it was almost undetectable.
However, Duque was very cautious.
As a transmigrator, he had seen countless horror films and was well-versed in the success of horror films.
If the opening scene was filled with a terrifying atmosphere of death, then the horror film was destined to fail at the box office.
From normal to terrifying, it was a single portion.
From happiness to terror and despair, it was not a double portion, but four or even ten times the impact.
This was the psychological difference from heaven to hell!
Therefore, the paste's rule was to first create a joyous and peaceful atmosphere.
Duque looked around. He thought that someone would notice it.
Who knew that the calm wise ones did not see a single one, but the hoof in the middle of the waves did.
"Lalalala!" Imreal skipped forward in a relaxed and joyful manner. That special, slightly crooked S-shaped leg was like a small spring. Its light posture reminded Duque of a primary school student carrying a small backpack to school on his first day.
When worn on a hoof, it was like 'I didn't take my medicine today, I feel cute!'
What the hell is cute!
Duque was annoyed! Duque was furious!
Without another word, he went up and grabbed the hoof's little tail that was swinging around.
"Ah!" The hoof cried out in shock.
Then, Duque gave its butt a flying kick, and it almost fell flat on its face.
"Duque, what are you doing?" He didn't call Duque by his title. His hoof had improved. If he called Duque "Commander," that would be fair to fair.
"Sha Dan! There's something wrong with the air! "The moment Duque's voice fell, the experts of the Alliance all reacted in unison.
Magni and the other scientists immediately took out gas masks from their storage space bags.
Jaina had already activated [Frost Barrier]. In one breath, she expanded the barrier by a hundred times, enveloping the entire Alliance Hero Group. She was already a Breaking Dawn, so this wasn't too much of a burden.
Duque shook his head and said with a frown, "No, stop all of them. These things are useless. What I mean is that there's a strange spiritual energy in the surrounding air. "
Magni put away his gas mask, and Gianna retracted her shield.
"Huh?" Theon and the others didn't understand.
"Do a lot of people feel a little happy and delighted?"
"A little!" Everyone thought about it.
"The calmer and more determined a person is, the less likely they are to be influenced." Everyone understood what Duke was trying to say.
"I don't get it!" Magni said with a frown, "Theon, Gavinrad, Marad, Riadeline, and Imriel are all Holy Knights. The other four don't feel anything. Even if they don't believe in the Holy Light, they only feel a little excited. Why is it only Imriel … "
Imriel also seemed to realize that she was wrong. She covered her butt and stood there like she was wronged. She didn't dare to complain about Duque kicking her butt.
Duque pressed a hand on Imriel's head. "Didn't you notice? This fellow is the youngest! "
When Duque said the answer, Illucia and Kalya felt like arrows were shot in their hearts. From the perspective of humans, the elves and dwarves present were most likely old demons.
In terms of age, these human females were all aunties. However, after gaining immortality, they ignored the age limit.
Eternally 18, eternally beautiful like a flower.
Even if the age of one's body was fixed, the gradual increase in age and experience would ultimately make one more mature.
Hoof was the only one. Although she was already the leader, deep down, she was still a real girl!
Duque suddenly felt a little envious of the Draenei. Their bodies grew up very early, and then it was an extremely long period of youth. When they finally died of old age, their bodies would rapidly deteriorate.
Coupled with their amazing magic and combat talents, they were a natural-born warrior race!
Duque looked at the aggrieved hoof and sighed. At least he comforted her. "It's okay. It's not a fault to be young, and none of us are against you. It's just that when we fight Yogsaron, anyone who is not strong-willed or has a gap in their heart may be targeted by Yogsaron. Perhaps when they are under mental attack, they will do a lot of shameful things. When that time comes, please forgive them. "
Marad walked up and bowed deeply to Duque with his burly body. "Thank you for the reminder, Lord Commander. It's better to make a small mistake now than to make a fatal mistake when facing a strong enemy later. Our leader is young and impulsive, and needs your care and guidance. "
With that, he almost pressed down on the hoof's head and bowed to Duque again.
The hoof was aggrieved, but did as he was told. There was no helping it. Marad was appointed by Valen as the 'Minister of Orders', and was responsible for guiding and supervising her. Marad would never argue with the hoof over the big issues, but he would firmly 'punish' her when she occasionally went off the track. The hoof was a little afraid of Marad.
On the surface, Duque accepted Marad's gratitude calmly. He was also very satisfied with the effect of making an example out of Marad, but on the inside, he was a little … pained.
I'm not afraid of anything happening to the hoof, but I'm afraid of something happening to me!
Duque was not afraid of simple head-on actions. But the mental attack of an ancient god and whatnot, uh, it should be fine!
After a little mobilization, everyone finally passed through the hall that was supposed to be General Vezaks' stronghold and arrived at the top of the Stairway of Madness, the greatest temple of terror in Audur.
There was no sign of Yogsaron in the huge arched temple that could fit several football fields. Everyone's eyes were on the Vrykul woman of unknown origin in the middle of the temple hall.
It was a beautiful woman wearing a dark yellow shirt that exposed her navel and a dark green dress.
Under his dark brown hair was a simple silver hairband, which served as a foil to his upright and handsome face.
Since she was a Vrykul with a quasi-giant body, she was naturally not a pretty girl. She was at least three meters tall.
Who was she?!
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