Dust of History Chapter 43:

"Huh?" Lancelot was startled while walking. The elemental fluctuations produced by High Priest Tima's magnificent magic also came at this time. Stoic knew that there had been a move there, so he urged Lancelot: "It's the High Priest who has done it, let's hurry up!" Click."

"No..." Lancelot had a strange expression on his face. "Did any of you hear any strange sounds?" "Strange sounds?" Stoic was also taken aback, shaking the huge bull's head. "No."

It's just that Lancelot didn't ask him this question, but asked the other six temple knights. However, the six temple knights looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Someone seems to be screaming, it's a woman..." Lancelot still had a weird expression.

Listening to the paladin's words, the expressions of the other temple knights also became strange. This does not seem to be the right question to ask in this environment at this time. The point is that the person asking the question seems to be very unsuitable for this question.

Lancelot frowned and shook his head in bewilderment. He did hear a woman's scream coming from nowhere, and it seemed to be the voice of someone he knew, or...

For a person like him, it is almost impossible for him to have illusions in perception and make mistakes in judgment, but if his sense of hearing does not make mistakes in judgment, this seems to be even more impossible in theory.

"Hurry up and do the business that High Priest Dima ordered. After you finish, you want a lot of women. Those black elves have heard that they are very good women for you and humans. Don't worry, you will Lots of land." Stoic was impatient, and a little annoyed. If you don't know that you don't

Will be an opponent, he prefers to communicate with these humans with fists or axes. But now we can only communicate in a way that they can understand as much as possible. Lancelot nodded helplessly, without opening his mouth to explain. This is really not the time or place to worry about these things. He continued to walk forward. "Don't worry, this is already the only way to Othello from the Holy Land of the Black Elf. We won't miss it no matter what."

Stoic agreed with the characteristic guttural voice of the tauren. Then he turned around and yelled at the other tauren in the language of the tauren twice. The tauren's breath became a lot heavier, and the wide passage seemed to be filled with the stench of the tauren's breath.

In fact, after walking into this huge passage, all the tauren breathed heavily. They are all nervous.

There are fifty tauren elite fighters and ten tauren priests, all of them are the elite of the clan. Especially the fifty tauren warriors headed by Stoic, they are no longer holding ordinary battle axes, but huge pure steel battle axes with magical inscriptions on them. This kind of ax is all engraved with armor-piercing incantations, and it is a special weapon prepared by the high priest of Tima for many years. With the huge weight and the stature and strength of the tauren, this kind of weapon seems to be more suitable for chopping city gates rather than enemies.

The combat power of the elite tauren fighters should not be underestimated. Even if they are not as powerful as the seven temple knights here, they are absolutely superior in terms of strength and destructive power. There is no chance of winning in the case of human fighters wrestling, not to mention years of combat experience, they will never just wrestle with their opponents.

Even if such elite fighters hold such weapons in their hands and walk in a tunnel that is too wide to look like a tunnel, they can't help being nervous. The ten tauren priests seemed to be doing better, constantly chanting something that seemed to be scriptures of the horned demon sect in a low voice, asking the legendary **** of their ancestors to give them divine power and courage to face the enemy. Face the enemy who has never met before and only appears in legends.

This tunnel is different from most of Nigan's lands. It is not only very wide, but also well repaired. It is more like a huge passage of a mansion. Unlike other places in Nigan, there are only a few occasionally visible luminous crystals illuminating the rock walls in the passage, but many luminous gemstones are artificially inlaid. Although the brightness is not as bright as the daylight on the ground, it can be said to be extremely brilliant underground.

This passage leads to the holy land of the black elves, the residence of the black dragon Molier, the spokesperson of their gods. The black elves worship this huge intelligent creature as a half god, and it has always helped the black elves to occupy the largest and highest position in this Negan underground world. To destroy or completely defeat the black elves. This spokesperson of the gods must be eradicated. This is something everyone in Negan knows. But everyone knew that getting rid of this giant dragon that should only appear in legends was beyond the imagination of Negan residents. Even if you die, you don't dare to do what you can't do.

Except for the evil-eyed tyrant hundreds of years ago, High Priest Tima is the only one who dares to think about this matter and dare to put it into practice. He thought about it for more than 30 years, then found a rare opportunity to start doing it, and slowly made preparations for more than ten years, and only at this time did he use the power of the church to make a decision. Morrill's envoy is no longer in Negan. This is the news that the high priest has only recently received, and it is also one of the reasons why he made up his mind to attack at this time. The black elf elders obviously blocked the news, but the high priest got the news from a human businessman they had contacts with. Originally, the high priest wanted to get in touch with Di Yagu through this relationship and asked them to carry out this grand plan together, but then the businessman contact person died. Diyagu seemed to ignore him as well.

However, Di Yagu did not participate, but a cardinal came to the church, holding the token and news of the contact person. It turns out that the church intends to help the high priest's plan, but there are corresponding conditions.

It can only destroy the black elves and unify the underground world. No conditions are in the eyes of High Priest Tima. What's more, in his opinion, this condition is nothing more than a fake. The covenant between the two parties hit it off, and it quickly reached the point of implementation.

Decades of preparation are not wasted time. Through a hand and foot made more than ten years ago, High Priest Tima can be sure that the power of the black dragon Molier is much weaker now. Everything has been rehearsed countless times in the mind of the high priest. He dispatched troops and quietly surrounded the largest black elf city. Even the magic to be used had been specially studied and practiced for several years. Although this is actually the most important battlefield, High Priest Tima is obviously more suitable to fight there. When he made a move, a team of elite fighters also led the temple knights into the holy land of the black elite. The priests and guards outside were nothing to the temple knights, and they were resolved without even making the slightest sound.

Facing this would be the most terrifying creature on this continent, not to mention the tauren warriors, even the temple knights and even Lancelot were a little nervous. However, the people and the Minotaur who are qualified to walk on this path of no return are top-level fighters. Nervousness and fear are not a big deal for them, but it makes others a little excited. It has been some time since the magic cast by High Priest Tima. They are always ready to meet the huge oncoming figure in this long corridor, but there is nothing, not to mention the legendary black dragon, even the bat None of them emerged from the corridor.

That magical wave can be felt by even the dullest caveman, let alone a dragon. But there was no movement in this corridor.

No movement at all is sometimes scarier than movement at all. Stoic couldn't help speeding up his pace. Not far ahead should be Morrill's lair. He mustered up all his fighting spirit and courage, and in the name of Horned Demon, he wanted to fight the most terrifying monster on this continent~IndoMTL.com~ He felt his blood was boiling hot and his fighting spirit was scorching hot.

A huge cave appeared at the end of the corridor, and the tauren and temple knights all stepped into the cave from the passage. They were ready to see anything, but when they did, they couldn't help being completely taken aback. Because they don't see anything.

This should indeed be an environment where dragons live. Treasures and coins of all kinds and magic items piled up, and the smell of sulfur rose from a huge pool. But there is no need to say that there are dragons here, even if there is not a dragon fly.

"What's going on here? Where's Morrill?" Stoic was the first to ask the empty cave. He swung his massive ax and howled. "Where's the dragon?"

Lancelot and the Templar Knight did not go too deep into the cave, and kept standing near the entrance of the cave. They also don't understand the situation at all.

"Could it be that the dragon Morrill left his lair and went elsewhere?" Lancelot asked.

"Impossible, impossible." Howled the leader of the tauren warriors. "The high priest said that his body should be very weak and he cannot leave the nest for a long time."