Chapter 470: Gnoll Priest (Changed)
Eno Oak Desert, the goblin frontier.
Goblin Border, this wild and mysterious area, is like an uncarved primitive emerald inlaid in the western border of Mokou Town’s territory. Its boundary line is between the vast ocean swamps and the hot and scorching Egyptian waters. The Norok Desert winds its way between.
This is an edge illuminated by the light of civilization. It is a portrayal of the wildness and wilderness of nature, full of primitive and profound ecological charm.
In this vast land, the natural landscape is rich and diverse, including steep and rugged stone walls that reach into the sky, dark, humid, and unfathomable swamps, and low, undulating, green mountains. hills and tangled scrubland covered with thorns.
Dating back to ancient times, before the glory of the Netheril Empire shone on this place, the Goblin Frontier was once a powerful kingdom established by the goblin tribe. Although it is no longer prosperous, it still stands proudly after the baptism of wind and rain. The ruins of the fortress still seem to silently tell that glorious and magnificent history.
Gewo said, this devastated castle is like a dark gem set in the heart of the goblin wilderness. It has a profound historical heritage and carries the memory and glory of the goblin clan for generations.
The towering city wall is full of traces of erosion over time, but it is as hard as ever, silently telling the story of the glorious wars of the past.
Surrounding this ancient fortress, large tribes of different types such as ogres, gnolls, orcs, and even larger hobgoblins are entrenched, working together to maintain control over Gewo.
At the same time.
In a little-known underground chamber of this ancient castle, there is a world forgotten by time.
This secret room is like a pupil of the earth, silently peering into endless secrets and horrors.
On the four walls, the mysterious and strange scenes are like a nightmare epic carved in stone, so vivid and vivid that it makes people shudder.
The forest of white bones seems to tell the withering and lamentation of countless lives. The rolling lava symbolizes the eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth. The images of demons are ferocious and terrifying. They roar and roar in the picture, flaunting the power of evil. , the altar is solemn and gloomy, and the totems engraved on it are complex and unpredictable, as if they are connected to another dimension of space.
At the core of all this scene, the shadow of a demon god is robed in darkness, standing majestically and awe-inspiring. The invisible pressure seems to swallow the entire secret room into the boundless abyss.
In an abyss-like environment, the dark phosphorus fire swayed, flickering on and off, like the eyes of a dead soul, flickering in the darkness, adding a bit of horror to the gloomy atmosphere.
Under the faint light of the phosphorus fire, all the surrounding scenery was smeared with a layer of deep chill and unknown fear.
A majestic altar building stands abruptly like a boulder, with countless obscure ancient runes engraved on it, exuding a depressing and powerful aura.
On the altar that stood deep in the eerie ancient forest and was dilapidated by time, sat a gaunt and thin jackal priest.
His figure looked particularly abrupt and mysterious in the darkness, as if he were an evil character jumping out of ancient dark legends.
The Gnoll Priest wears a dark brown robe made of the furs of various ferocious beasts.
This robe is thick and rough, with long-dried blood stains all over it, like a cruel picture depicting countless killings and sacrifices. The bloodstains have been deeply soaked into the fibers of the robe. After the baptism of time, the color has changed from bright red to dull, like rust in the night, giving off an old iron smell.
And among these bloodstains, there are also bits and pieces of yellow filth mixed in, perhaps some unknown biological fluid, or strange materials used in sacrificial rituals, making The whole robe added a bit of a disgusting atmosphere.
The surrounding air is filled with a strong stench, which is the smell of death and corruption, fear and worship intertwined, which makes people feel chills rising from the soles of their feet and reaching their backs.
Despite this, this skinny gnoll priest was completely unaware of this. He sat cross-legged, as quiet as a rock, with his eyes half-closed, revealing an unsettling concentration and piety, as if he was immersed in something that a mortal could not understand. of horrific rituals.
Under the altar, a group of jackal priests wearing dark brown robes knelt.
Their unique fur robes glowed with a cold metallic luster under the weak torchlight. At this moment, they were lowering their heads, kneeling devoutly under the altar, their bodies curled up into a ball, and their hands curled up into a ball. They crawled on the cold ground in a complex and orderly way, as if they were expressing their deepest awe and prayer to some supreme existence.
The gnoll priest sitting on the altar, his figure vaguely obscured by the swirling smoke and dim light, his face hidden in the shadow of the wide hood, makes it impossible to figure out his true emotions.
His pale palm held a shining crystal ball. The crystal ball seemed to have absorbed the fire of the abyss, with blazing and strange energy fluctuations flowing inside.
I saw the priest in red murmuring words, spitting out a string of ancient and soul-stirring demonic words. Those words were like spells in the dark, hovering in the empty hall, and every echo seemed to unveil layers. The veil of taboo awakens the terrifying power sleeping in the abyss.
The air is filled with the violent fluctuations of magic elements, indicating that a soul-shaking ceremony is about to take place.
Floating City, Mage Tower.
Brian stood with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the goblin wilderness.
His eyes were bright and clear, looking directly in the direction of the goblin wilderness in the distance, which was a field shrouded in darkness and despair.
At this moment, the sky was covered with clouds, and the thick dark clouds were like a huge beast, pressing down on the skyline. Its heavy pressure seemed to indicate that a storm that could shake the world was brewing, gathering strength, and was about to sweep over.
Under this chaotic sky, a pale golden light looms in the dark clouds, like a tenacious beating heart, shining with the glimmer of hope in the endless darkness.
Vaguely, he could still feel a faint golden light, flickering in the dark clouds.
This weak power, even when Brian saw it, he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
“It seems that Yeenoghu, the King of Jackals, can’t wait any longer.” The beautiful silhouette of Ms. Polaris appeared in front of Brian and said with frivolous eyes, “Now should be considered the best time to take action. Do you want to try it? ”
"No need." Brian shook his head slightly, "I still keep the incarnation of the King of Jackals for other uses. I don't need to worry about it for now. I just need to monitor them."
(End of this chapter)