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Chapter 501 0500: The greed of mortals
Frengundo walked through the plaza full of corpses, the false dusk hung high on the dome, and the ancient trees connected to the sky dropped rustling maple leaves.

The [-]-meter-high majestic stone gate is even more spectacular than the remains of the cobblestone square in the ruins. The stone patterns are clear and elegant, and it should have been built within a hundred years after Selderlin's death.

As Frengundor approached, the giant door rumbled open.

The entire ancient dwarf city knew its movement. The trembling from the ground was more effective than any hints, and the sound waves produced by the friction were enough to make some races with keen hearing faint. No one knew what force was driving it. Just like no one can crack the craftsmanship of the oven heritage construction.

Times have changed, and some brilliance can be surpassed, but we still need to be in awe.

In front of the orcs was an endless stone bridge.

The chains are messily hooked on the mossy and decayed guardrail, and the soul's joy, anger, sorrow and joy come and go, converging into a horrible dying elegy.

Flengundo seemed to have never heard of it.

He walked forward with strides until he stepped on the ground tiles made of bone meal, and there was no Dong Yao at all.

time is limited.

Something at the bottom of the Ice Prison of the Abyss is about to wake up.

The monster's heartbeat has already resonated with him, the ice that trapped it is moaning, and the shallow cracks densely covered in the cage are like scars on the entire building. This monster has a strong consciousness, and it can disturb people's minds before it recovers... …

It must be stopped.

Frengundal's sword left cruel scratches on the wind-eroded bricks, and he carried it on his shoulders, his eyes squinting at the flame scars he had created.

The crack returned to its original state in the blink of an eye amidst howling ghosts and howling wolves.

This picture confirms Frengundo's conjecture. The legacy of the oven recorded in the legend is a lost building that can satisfy evil thoughts and swallow negative emotions for a living.

An arrow or so ahead, the thing waiting here turned around.

"Heh, heh, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Gema's corpse said with a smile.

His whole body was covered with mutilated slashes, shards of broken brains, flesh and blood mixed with paleness, it was impossible for a normal creature to maintain this posture to live.

The Greedy Bridge gave him strength, and every strand of magic hung his life.

Frengundo continued to walk forward with his saber in his hand, and Gema's broken chatter was not as heavy as his breath - just like ordinary arrowheads floating on the battlefield, or the noise of insects and birds in the snowy night of the expedition.

It's really not qualified to attract his attention.

Gema's distorted body stood in front of him, bloody and bloody, and looked a little weird. His cheeks from the eyebrows to the bridge of his nose were completely cut off, and he could feel the anger of Ken when he slashed at him.

That young man is quite interesting.

Flengundo approached with a King's Landing stance, and Gema realized he hadn't caught his eye.

That kind of contempt deeply hurt his soul. The respect and rights he wanted to gain were nothing but a complete joke in the face of absolute power.

"Hahahahaha..."

The tall and thin man sat on the stone handrail behind the greedy bridge, with his legs crossed and his head held high, laughing loudly without any scruples.

Gema noticed that Frengundo stopped immediately, and the threat radiated from the pair of animal pupils was palpitating - he obviously regarded the other party as an enemy that really needed to be taken seriously.

Gema's mutilated body twitched for a long time, anger and shame emitted dust visible to the naked eye, which was blown away by the wind from Greedy Bridge.

The tall and thin man's luxurious dress seemed to have become brand new, his breathing was gentle, and he showed an expression of enjoyment.

Frengundo couldn't help asking with emotion: "What's the point of you torturing mortals based on their equally greedy despair?"

Greedy Bridge lowered his high hat, stared at the proud orc in front of him through his fingers covered with jewels: "In the endless years, how many heroes like you have stepped on the bridge, make a wish to me, the great battle banner ..."

"I just want to slit your throat and see the dark purpose hidden inside."

Frengundo's saber swung forward, and the high-heat lava engulfed Gema and Ghost with the air waves visible to the naked eye, and the powerful power left exaggerated marks around the Greedy Bridge.

But the chains around are still shaking, and the whining has not stopped, and the two people in the middle of the bridge will return to their original state.

Frongundo took a step forward.

The mighty armor blocked the undead from the sky, the raging cold wind could not extinguish his fire, and the undead magic from the bone bricks could not seal his footsteps at all.

The flames melted the rock and burned the screams within.

"Mortals can't touch me," Greedy Bridge fell to the bridge deck and passed through the confused and chaotic Gema. "Can't cause harm, can't understand my thoughts, purpose, conspiracy... Hehe, do you think I need it?"

Shallow desires are nothing to him.

Power, wealth, fame, or life and death... It's just dust floating around the Greedy Bridge.

Flengundo approached.

The sword fell with the power of destruction.

The thin man didn't evade, and looked up at the orc, his pale face seemed to show regret: "I don't intend to torture anyone, on the contrary, I have listened to prayers more times than any god living in the dome!"

His palm fluttered and moved, and then a strange force appeared from the depths of the Greedy Bridge.

Those emerald fireflies drilled into Gema's remnant body, and then the screams resounded all around, but even though the body was reshaped by a huge force and suffered unimaginable pain in body and soul, Gema's eyes The madness still hasn't dissipated...

Green glow is magic from the depths of the North.

On the land of Palotusbi, there were countless powerful creatures who lived in the same era as the old gods, and the power they possessed could benefit mankind by spreading it at will.

Gema's body was renewed and even fuller.

The power has not stopped, and then the flesh and blood began to grow wildly, strange tissues burst out from the side of his cheek, followed by twisted arms, and finally the whole piece of flesh and blood was paralyzed on the ground, and a new torso grew from the back...

The threat from the monster finally distracted Frengundal a little.

Gema's swollen skin was inlaid with the original old face. He saw the orc guarding himself, and he turned from pain to joy. The twitch of the grin made him very uncomfortable.

The torrent of life is also a disaster for ordinary people.

Greedy Bridge snapped his fingers and called back Frengundo's attention: "You mistakenly think that I have a plan for the northern border..."

"Is not it?"

Frengundo smashed the stone bricks of the Greedy Bridge, passed through the thin man, and ran forward along with the torrent of lava, but it seemed that he had crashed into a dense and dense net and could not burst out a destructive slash.

Countless ghosts appeared in the air and delayed his steps. Even so, the air wave from the sword still broke through the mud.

Gema is just a mass of living vitality, nothing to fear at all.

(End of this chapter)