Orc Tyrant

That hill has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the towering boulders were shaped out of thin air by some great force beyond the imagination of the existing residents of Cuconar, although most of the people here have no knowledge of geography. Knowing the huge forces involved in the concepts of mountain building, squeezing energy, and balanced crust ascending, they still have enough common sense to realize that the hill is too tall and obtrusive to be a natural creation.

Located on the shallows near the Thessaloniki Sea in the south of Cusconar, the hill rises to almost three hundred meters high, even surpassing the shining ruby ​​spire at the highest point of the Purple Palace, which belongs to the great ruler. Palace.

It occupies the most dazzling scenery on the coast. The graceful peaks that stand upright are like a magnificent mausoleum built for an ancient emperor. Its huge scale is extremely magnificent.

The hill is not square and regular, and its rugged mountains are by no means deliberate, but only a glance can convince the most stubborn skeptics that the hill is indeed shaped by supernatural means.

There is no grass growing on its rocks, whether it is trees, wildflowers or weeds. Whenever the first ray of sunlight rises from the sea, the entire hill will be under its light, making the sandy beach surrounding that hill flash with high heat. Shimmer.

Even so, the tentacles of the rock on that hill are cold, smooth and wet, just like rising from the dark and deep sea. It seems that even the sun hates its existence, so it is far lower than those deep canyons and sinking. The ravines and narrow rifts are dark and cold, as if it were built on a frozen spring, and its icy cold air permeated its rocks through a strange geographical effect.

Around the edge of the folds of the hill, a lot of boulders as high as three people stand, forming a loose ring. For an era lacking lifting machinery, weight reduction devices or various giant tools, these Stonehenge should have become a spectacular miracle, an incredible achievement.

However, in front of the hill that is by no means natural, they appear coarse and small. Compared with the gloomy, desolate, and huge existence beyond imagination, in such a world, what kind of power can rise up. Mountains?

None of the humans in Cusconar can answer this question, but the greatest, most knowledgeable, and smartest among them are devoting all their minds to finding the answer.

For the Kenyas of the past, that hill was the axis of the world and a place of pilgrimage.

For the current Benedictine Empire, the hill is curious. It is a mystery that needs to be solved, and it may also be a gift with an uncertain future.

But in any case, there is one thing, everyone agrees completely.

That hill belongs to the wizard.

"Can you see him?"

Asked a distant voice like a dream.

"Do not."

"He should have come."

The voice continued to speak, gradually becoming stronger.

"Why hasn't he come yet?"

Peggardo descended from the layers of his mind. By surpassing the abilities beyond the senses given to him by nature, he perceives the existence of the energy of the three wizards gathered in his room. The surging spiritual entity is like a bound thunder. Like groaning under their flesh and blood, Oliver's tight and irritable, Patrick's treacherous and restrained.

Compared with them, Michael's spiritual entity is as small as a flickering candle in front of the hot sun.

Peggedo felt his mind and body merge, and then opened his eyes. He broke the connection with Hanan and looked up at Patrick.

The light in the room was not dazzling, but it was still bright in Peggedo's eyes. He squinted his eyes and blocked the light from the oil lamp above his head with his hand.

"What do you think?"

Patri asked, he was an immature fox wizard.

"I do not know."

Peguedo replied:

"The furthest I can only see those secret guards walking on the road."

"It's the same with Michael."

Oliver said loudly, standing up from a cross-legged position, his angry thoughts stirring the incense around him.

Peggedo can feel every wisp of smoke and dust in his mind, they are like electric sparks, feeding back the emotions of people around him.

"Why can't we know their purpose?"

"Who knows?"

Peguedor answered casually, although it also troubled him.

"I thought you could see further, after all, you belong to the Crow School."

"That's really sorry."

Peggedo shrugged and said, standing up fluently from the cross-legged meditation posture, and dusting some dust from his rune-engraved robe. This period of traveling in Ehanan made his body very stiff. He took a moment to let his muscles regain control of his limbs.

"anyway……"

He said:

"...I don't think it would be wise to take that kind of risk at this dangerous moment. The barriers that separate us from the vast ocean are getting thinner, and there is too much uncontrolled energy now.

"I think Senior Peggedo is right."

Michael spoke timidly. Sweat slid down the long hair extending from his forehead to his neck. His mentor had the same mentor as Pegged. Now it is the first time he has come out to exercise. He has a good talent, but he doesn't. The mind that matches this talent.

"Do you think we have been hovering here because of this?"

Oliver clenched his fists and made an angry voice.

"Master Jacqueline's prediction is very important. We must find a way to prevent possible disasters."

"Prophecy, prophecy... again a prophecy! Don't forget how Aswan was destroyed! It is also a prophecy!"

"Oliver, you have crossed the line!"

Immediately, Peggedo sternly warned the other party. He also seemed to know that he had said something that shouldn't be said. He glanced at the people around and mumbled and sat aside.

"Yesterday I said that the secret guard would come to Wuqiu. This is definitely not false."

"But they haven't come yet, maybe we have to rely on our own strength..."

Patrick tried to break the rigid atmosphere with a gentle tone, but at this time the door was suddenly opened and another member of the small group walked in.

"Pegdor, you are right! The secret guard is here, and Master Clodian is welcoming them, but their intentions don't seem very friendly."

Samuel, a genius who practiced the Way of the Witch and the Way of the Badger at the same time, became a member of the Witch Hill Honor Guard-Scarab at the age of only 24, but he is very gentle and one of the few who respects Pegg. Wait for the crow witch.

Pegged's eyebrows raised, as if to indicate that he knew it would be so.

"They are here to search, right?"

"Yes, this makes Master Crody very angry."

"Then we'll just wait. When they are about to leave, we will go to them and have a good chat. Then they will understand the need to cooperate with us."