For the first time, I stood under the Fortress Barato, and saw the twisted golden red eyes at the top of the fortress wrapped in flame-like mist, looking down at the earth coldly, and anyone would feel fear from the bottom of his heart.

Deep in the red and golden pupils is the deep darkness that will sink into a glance, and there is a power that makes the soul tremble.

Ilminster carefully avoided its gaze. He was wearing like an ordinary down-and-out mage, limping through the streets and alleys of the Deep Water City, from time to time avoiding the Drow patrol team wrapped in hideous armor. He didn't even dare to use those useful magic tricks to prevent being discovered by the Eye of Morgoth in the sky.

This Eye of Anpha, hanging high above the tower of the Bartol Fortress, ruled the magic net of the entire Deep Water City. Ilminster could feel the violent leaping heat in the silver fire, which was Mister's anger. This Eye of Darkness was a projection of the left eye that was sent to the starry sky by Morgoth on the ground. In its sight, everything was never hidden.

It is the Eye of the Magic Net, which usurped part of the authority of the Magic Net like a virus, and to some extent desecrated the throne of Mistera. The previous person who did this fabricated the famous "Kasas Conquering the Gods", which directly led to Mistera's death. The Eye of the Magic Net is like a cancer, parasitized in Mistera's body...

The power of the mysterious lock with the magic eye as the core made Ilminster dare not reveal any trace, whether it was Helaster, the black robe, or the degenerate Kelben, the black staff that had fallen, did not mind using him to please their masters. In the mysterious lock, even the intact Ilminster had no chance of winning, not to mention that he was seriously injured now.

The streets were filled with dark evil creatures, orcs wearing heavy armor, and ogres mixed suits were stationed outside the city, and the Zoer, the Dead and the "Blood Hand Gang" were in the city.

The lackeys under Morgoth were cruel and cunning. They followed the order he set almost numbly under the harsh rule of the Dark Lord. Under this "iron law", the city of Deep Water was unexpectedly peaceful. Rather than saying that He ruled the city with tolerance, He did not care.

The Dark Lord made a strange request to his subordinates of "serious and lively", which forced these bloody and cruel monsters to do all kinds of funny behaviors. They cruelly cleaned the city while being as funny and ridiculous as clowns.

Dowl with exposed clothes and uniforms not exceeding three sizes of fabric.

Necromancers planting flowers in skulls.

Always elegant, smiling, well-dressed blood-handed members.

The city has an unusually strange supernatural beauty and atmosphere, a feeling that Ilminster cannot describe: first of all, it is beauty, ubiquitous aesthetics, and the Lord of Darkness has turned it into a city that practices His aesthetics. The dark, quiet, art floating on the galaxy and the sea seems to be solidified in time and flowing in the world.

The tireless undead transformed the city, making it farther and farther away from the world, decorating it with blood, flowers, cruelty, darkness, singing and poetry. Praise it with the beauty of life. The city of eternal night!

Ilminster walked in this city and felt quiet and ethereal from the bottom of his heart. Even his thinking was stretched for a distance and his thoughts were frozen here. He could feel the poems written on it by the Lord of Darkness and the hymns of darkness.

Ilminster was not confused by appearances, and he was sincerely tricky and alert to all this strange thing. The Dark Lord was definitely different from those demons and evil in the abyss. He was more concealed and confusing. The good order light on the Dark Lord may really not be a joke.

Bypassing the square where the Banshee sings and carefully avoiding the undead on the roadside to take care of the flowers and plants, Ilminster turned into the Dragon and Beauty Tavern on the roadside. This is a safer harpist stronghold, and the blessing of the Dark Lord is proud of, and it has not been liquidated or attacked here.

"The tavern is closed! Come again next day!" Just as he pushed open the heavy oak door of the tavern, the bartender's hoarse voice came from the counter.

"It's so cold, let me have a drink and go away with a hot drink!" Ilminster rubbed his hands and stepped into the tavern gate. The flames of the fireplace inside were burning, and the fragrance of oak burning fragrance made him feel comfortable with his spirit. Several travelers shrouded in their cloaks and robes sat around the fireplace, looking back at him.

"It's so cold! The streets are full of bones and sticks without body temperature, oh! There are also cold banshees. This winter is colder than usual..." Just as Ilminster was nagging to ordinary drinkers, a long sword with frost was placed on his shoulder, "Who are you? No one here has seen you!"

"That's not necessarily..." Ilminster laughed and took off the hood on his head. "Eraszow, I haven't seen each other for too long. Have you forgotten your old friend?" He quickly hung his coat on the shelf and locked the tavern door with his backhand.

But the cold sword blade made him stop and hug him enthusiastically. This time, Ellaszhuo even pulled out the sword blade. "What good news did you bring to us? Did my husband betray? Or did Deep Water City warmly welcome us?" She handed the sword forward and put Ilminster in the corner. "You have to give me an explanation about Kelbourne, and you also have an explanation to the goddess!"

"I will! Madam Supreme." Ilminster had to raise his hands, "As you said, we suffered a painful defeat in the fight against the darkness. The city guards and the city sentries betrayed us first, and then the guilds, and a considerable number of them chose to wait and see, and we fought with the temples, but the darkness filled us like a tide."

"But this has nothing to do with Kelbourne's betrayal!" Elaszhuo said angrily.

"Kelben has the ring of the Lord of Darkness in his hand, the red copper ring representing His power in evil and darkness. It has the power to demagogue people, and no one can bear this temptation, because it is part of the essence of the universe. The stronger the stronger the more temptation, until your soul sinks into it, and Kelben is captured by this power!"

"When he tried to use this power to get rid of the pollution of the dark nature of the plane brought to him by the Dark Lord, he fell into depravity!"

Ellaszhuo looked at him calmly and finally took off the blade of the sword on Ilminster's shoulder. "I hope you can help him. The power of the goddess is severely rejected here. We need your wisdom. The power of the Dark Lord is getting stronger day by day. One day the Eye of Morgoth in the sky exists, countless monsters are inspired and become captives of His power."

Ilminster looked around and saw only two people hiding their bodies under the black robe sitting on both sides of the fireplace. One was a tall mysterious wizard holding a staff in his hand, and the other was a slim lady.

"The Lord of Darkness always pays attention to this place. You are willing to risk exposure. What is the purpose of?"

"For the light!"

The mysterious mage said, and he stood up from the chair, his height was too tall and could not stretch out in the room. He walked to Ilminster a little clumsyly, "To fight against the hope of the Lord of the Dark, Milkor!"

When he approached Ilminster, Ilminster opened his eyes wide in shock because he saw the same face as Chen Ang. However, this "Chen Ang" was more sacred and his face was more handsome, with a suffocating tension all over his body. Even in the dim hut, it emitted holy light.

"Don't be surprised, this is the white-robed wizard Saruman, who is an ally of the gods who personally agreed to fight against Milkor!" Ellaszhuo quickly stopped Ilminster's overreaction, and she introduced to Ilminster.

Chen Ang nodded calmly. His current identity belongs to the bright and kind part. Although the one with the Supreme Lord of the Ring is also the Lord of the Dark, it is only an identity formed by part of his power attached to the Ring. "Hello, the Great Sage of Shadow Valley." Chen Ang nodded and signaled, and the hood slid down from his head, revealing his full picture.

"Hello, dear elf wizard!" Ilminster's eyes were unclear. He looked at Chen Ang and another man in black robe, and his eyes were undoubtedly concentrated on Chen Ang's slightly pointed ears. The divine nature representing the kindness and light, as well as the blessings of nature and the world, surrounded by Chen Ang, like a natural hymn.

Compared to this common elves in Ilminster, Chen Ang and another female elves are as handsome as not like the human world. They are elegant and ethereal, and they have an immortal divine nature. Each of them is a demigod.

"We are all Enu, born of the diamond. The world is made up of light and darkness. Because of this, when Morgoth was born, we were blessed by the world, born with the diamond of light, and belong to the great divine nature of the Force with Morgoth." (To be continued...)

ps: Yesterday’s update!
Chapter completed!