Dust of History Chapter 42:

On a high platform on a rock wall at the edge of the city, the characteristic thick voice of the tauren was singing prayers in a strange tone. On the contrary, it seems to be matching it with the most suitable background music. This is the song of hell, the song calling to hell.

High Priest Tima raised his hands high, like a singer who sang the protagonist in an epic drama, rolling out with a sharp voice mixed with a passionate singing. The huge and unparalleled elemental fluctuations gathered in a peculiar way along with his prayers, and after the resonance, they acted in the direction where his hands were raised, the top of this huge cave space. The top of the rock, which has been normal for thousands of years, began to lava under the fluctuation of the huge element and the fire element, and then it was pulled down by its own weight and collapsed, becoming a fatal rain of fire below.

This is not found in any conventional magic books or records. In the final analysis, it seems that it is nothing more than using earth-type fire-type magic to slowly heat up a mass of land and soften the surface. It does not seem to be caused by some ruthless magic. Effects are another story. This is not the comprehensive forbidden spell Meteor Fire Rain of the Fire Element and Earth Element, but in terms of destructive power and damage range, this spell is not weaker than the legendary spell in the slightest. The elf city within a few miles is gradually becoming ruins amidst the constant impact and explosion. Black elf warriors and archers are rushing here. But around the high platform, tauren warriors also poured out from the side passages like a tide, and from the passages in all directions, the figures of Xieyan and the harpies also kept floating out.

The frontmost dark elf fighters have rushed under the high platform, but none of them can climb the high platform. The evil eyes floating in mid-air continuously shot out rays of light from the giant eyeball in the center, burning these frontier fighters into charcoal. The harpies were not in a hurry to attack either, they just circled around the high platform, and once a black elf who had slipped through the light from the evil eyes approached, they immediately swarmed up like a swarm of flies. Even though the combat power of these fighters is usually not weak, under the siege of dozens of harpies, they were only dismantled into a pile of shredded meat.

The sporadic arrows of the black elf archers only shot down a few harpies, and the High Priest Tima was surrounded by dozens of tauren warriors as guards. Those rock-like muscles are more effective than any shield, and the toxins and curses on the arrows have no effect at all under the magical purification of the tauren priest.

This is a surprise attack that has already been planned. Even the terrain is already in the arrangement. That high platform was originally used by the Black Elf's own scouts for scouting, but now it is unknown when it became the spellcasting place of High Priest Tima. And the tauren and harpies pouring out everywhere. Xieyan is also well-organized and well-defined, even more efficient than when facing Erathia's army.

"Bastard, which family is the scout on patrol? Can't even find so many tauren? I'm going to use them all as sacrifices." Mistress Trihana was still screaming. Looking at the army that kept appearing, she already understood what was going on, but she still couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

The wild and vulgar monsters of the tauren have always been unwilling to be subordinated to the black elves. In the minds of these monsters who believe in the legendary abyssal demons, it is intolerable for any other race to be over their heads. That kind of restlessness has been ingrained in the beliefs and barren cultures of these monsters.

However, although Negan does not have any fixed order, the law of the strong is respected is common everywhere. Although the strength of the black elves themselves is not enough to completely overwhelm other races, they are as powerful as the tauren. The beliefs of the illusory yarn are different, and the beliefs of the black elves are more real.

The shadow dragon Malasa is indeed the same as all other gods and demons. It does not exist in this world and there are no real miracles for it to use. But one of her children, the great Morel, actually existed in Negan. Enshrined and worshiped by the black elves. It was by relying on the power of the spokesperson of the gods that the black elves had been vaguely occupying Negan's dominance. Small frictions between races are common in Negan's underground world, but no race dares to start a full-scale battle with the black elves. Only the beholders from a long time ago, this kind of Negan aborigine monster like cavemen, challenged the authority of the black elves. But then the evil-eyed tyrant was wiped out under the flames of Morel, and the battle between the two monsters expanded Negan's underground world by a lot.

You can still see traces of the expansion of Negan's underground world during the battles in many places. In this huge battle, even the entire beholder tribe was wiped out to the point of extinction, leaving only some low-level evil eyes lingering to this day. This is an excellent example. No matter how brutal and unruly races such as the tauren are, they still have self-knowledge in the face of strength. Even though a High Priest Tima appeared among the tauren in the past few decades, unified and managed the separated tribes in an orderly manner, and his strength has a faint tendency to surpass that of the black elves, but he did not dare to do so at all. Due to the change, he even maintained his tolerance for the black elves than before.

The elders of the black elves did not feel relaxed about this. On the contrary, the High Priest, who was somewhat different from the other Tauren, maintained a cautious vigilance. This is even more so after a strange change that happened more than ten years ago. However, no matter what kind of vigilance it is, after more than ten years of tranquility, it will relax to some extent. Even though they know in their minds that it is best not to be careless towards this opponent, they feel that they can no longer maintain a high level of vigilance.

Frogs will not die if they are suddenly thrown into a pot of very hot water, but they can easily be boiled to death by slowly warming water, especially the pot of water that the High Priest of Burma has boiled for more than ten years. At this moment, the temperature is fully exposed. Mistress Cui Hana knew that this temperature was no longer boiling water, but magma.

With a loud bang, a rock from a rockery landed not far away with fire, turning Mistress Trihana's house into a mess of ruins, with fiery red rocks and fireworks flying in all directions.

A rock fragment the size of a person hit the magic barrier of Tri Hana's main line, although it didn't break through the flame shield, it sent her petite body flying away. The two or three warrior guards next to them were not so well protected, and they turned into charred corpses with screams. Several other priests were also beaten into embarrassment.

"That bastard, if I had the chance, I swear to Maratha I'd wring his bull's head off and use it as a decoration on my wall." Mistress Trihana screamed, but she knew it She probably has no chance, she can only yell at the other priests. "These guys came prepared, gather your hands to break through the guards, and find a way to get to Lord Morrill's cave."

The priest replied loudly, lest his voice be drowned out by the explosion and commotion: "Mistress, please rest assured that Lord Morrill must have noticed the commotion here. Tima used such a powerful magic, and with Lord Morrill's It is impossible not to know the strength, and the great Morrill will definitely come to help us."

"It's not to inform Lord Moriel to save us, but we are going to save Lord Moriel." Mistress Trihana's hair was disheveled, and the flames on her body flickered, she looked like she was crazy.

The way the priests looked at the mistress was the same as looking at a lunatic. To be able to say such words, the mistress seemed to be crazy. The chanting of the high priest Dima finally subsided slowly. This magic is not a forbidden spell, but maintaining this wide-ranging effect has completely exhausted his magic power. There is already sweat on his forehead, but the flame There is no trace of fatigue in the eyes like this, full of excitement.

The smell of corpses and blood in the air mixed with the smell of flames and magma can increase his appetite more than the smell of roasted elf meat. Standing on a high place, he can see all the flames at a glance, and Othello, which is full of buildings, has already Completely under his magic, it became a dilapidated wall of fire. He has been waiting for this moment for more than forty years ~IndoMTL.com~ Even in the life of a tauren, forty years is not a short time.

But this is not the end, this is just the beginning. This is just one of the largest cities of the Black Elves, there are others waiting to be wiped out. And the important battlefield is not here, it is just a foil. High Priest Tima looked at the remnants of the black elves that had gathered below and smiled. These are just side dishes.

"The great Moliel is already on her way here, we will go out to meet her, and drive all these ugly tauren out of Negan who dare to attack us." Standing on the tallest battle giant, the whole body Surrounded by the flame shield, Matron Trihana screamed. Although she guessed what was going on in her heart, she could only shout like this in order to boost everyone's morale.

"The shadow dragon is with us." All the remaining black elves gathered less than half of the original, that one spell turned nearly ten thousand black elves into corpses. But their morale is not weak at all. With a cry, dozens of battle giants from the Lizard cavalry led all the black elves to charge.

On the other side, ten of the best fighters quietly spread out from all directions, looking for all possible ways to sneak out. This is a secret order from Mistress Trihana, and they are going out to ask for help. Not to the great Morel, but to the other Black Elves, or Medusa, the Black Elves' ally.