Chapter 1152 The Secret of the Shadow World
Two hours later, the young man took out the Time Dragon Scale from the space equipment with an expressionless face and presented it to the old man.
Looking at the recovered collection, the old man looked calm and waved his hand to put it into the space equipment.
"Little bastard, are you still coming?"
The young man sensed Weilin's awakening consciousness and responded in his mind: "Old immortal, it's almost time, let's stop here."
"Then let's stop here."
The old man also sensed Weilin's awakening consciousness and put the chess piece back into the chess box.
In less than a moment, Weilin sat up and looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. It was not until he noticed the two legends staring at him that he realized where he was.
"Sir Nicholas, Sir Zethorpe, I'm sorry for falling asleep." Weilin quickly stood up, bowed, and apologized.
“Don’t blame yourself. Among the fruits I just gave you, there is a kind of fruit called Ibelwarner Fruit, also known as the Sleeping Fruit. After eating it, you will release negative spirits in the form of sleep.” The old man waved his hand, helped Weilin up, and said to him with a smile.
Seeing this, the young man smiled and responded, "Knight Yongxi, let's sit down and talk slowly."
Hearing this, Weilin hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the low table. He looked at the legendary low-level paladin Zethorpe Elvir sitting on the left, and then at the legendary mid-level priest Nicholas sitting on the right, and felt a long-lost pressure.
"Hahaha, don't be nervous. With your status, you can be on an equal footing with the two of us, so there is no need to carry any psychological burden." The young man looked at Weilin's expression, raised his hand, patted his shoulder, and said with a big laugh.
"Welin, I'll call you that."
Hearing the old man's words, Weilin responded, "Sir Nicholas, please do as you please."
"How about this, I'll call you Weilin and you can just call me Uncle Nicholas." The old man stroked his beard and suggested with a smile.
"This one……"
Faced with the sudden change of address, even though he was knowledgeable, he was a little speechless.
"I think so." Upon hearing this, the young man said, "You are a Knight of the Eternal Light canonized by the Pope himself. Theoretically, you are a member of the church. There is no problem in calling you that."
"Of course, since you call Nicholas Uncle, you should at least call me Big Brother."
Looking at the somewhat carefree young man, Weilin hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Uncle Nicholas, Brother Zethope."
"Okay, now that the title is settled, let's talk about what I discovered in the shadow world a few days ago." The young man waved his hand to put away the chessboard, and then took out a lot of fruits and placed them on the table.
Looking at these brightly colored fruits full of magic, Weilin suppressed his desire.
The young man looked at the hesitation in Weilin's eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are no Ibelwarner fruits in here. They are all extraordinary fruits that replenish magic power. Eat as much as you want."
Seeing this, Weilin hesitated for three seconds, then grabbed a fruit and started eating it.
Upon seeing this, the old man stopped talking, took out a crystal ball and activated it.
The next moment, the scene changed. The tent disappeared, replaced by a gray sky and a fortress that appeared within sight.
"Four days ago, I went to the Northern Desert Tribal Area of the Coles United Kingdom and found this fortress in the shadow world."
As the old man finished speaking, the fortress in sight gradually enlarged.
After seeing the scene inside the fortress clearly, Weilin couldn't help but widen his eyes and stopped chewing the fruit in his mouth.
In a square inside the fortress, hundreds of captive male shadow creatures were mating with black orcs tied to iron pillars.
Around the square, there were more than a hundred Black Orc soldiers wearing black armor. As soon as they saw an exhausted shadow creature, they would enter the square and drag it away.
As for pulling him away and providing him with proper care, that is naturally impossible.
I saw an exhausted shadow creature being dragged to a deep pit. The pit was surrounded by shamanic characters and exuded a disgusting smell.
Even though it was just an illusion, it still made Weilin feel uncomfortable.
Two Black Asia Orc soldiers threw the shadow creature into the pit, and as the Shaman Rune was activated, a shrill wail sounded that penetrated into the soul.
In just a few breaths, the shadow creature's body dissipated, and its soul fell into the River Styx, leaving only a pool of purple viscous liquid in the pit.
A black orc wearing animal skins and holding a skull staff waved his hand to take out the purple viscous liquid from the pit and put it into a container.
Time passed slowly, and when the container was filled with purple viscous liquid, a naked coolie picked up the container, walked to the iron pot, poured the liquid into it, and cooked it together with the unknown monster meat.
Half an hour later, the iron gate was opened, and a group of black orc cubs were driven to the feeding trough and began to swallow the food mixed with purple sticky liquid.
With every bite, the shadow power in the body of the black orc cub will expand a bit.
But within just over ten minutes, more than a dozen black orc cubs had their bodies blown up because they were unable to adapt to the expanding shadow power in their bodies.
After finishing their meal, the group of black orc cubs were driven back into the dark room.
Inside the fortress, the same scene was happening in another thirty-five areas.
"Uncle Nicholas, Brother Zethope, could it be that the Black Orc Shadow Warriors were trained in this way?"
Hearing this, the young man said, "I don't think so. I have seen those black orc shadow warriors before. They didn't have that kind of filthy aura that makes people sick."
"However, it is certain that the shadow warriors who have recently appeared on the battlefield were trained in this way."
Weilin looked at the fortress and said in a deep voice, "The Northern Desert Tribal Area is located in the western part of the Coles United Kingdom. It would be as difficult to destroy this fortress as it would be for a high-level soul warrior to destroy a full-strength army alone."
“It’s even more difficult.”
Hearing this, Weilin showed a puzzled look on his face. Lao Ze waved his hand, and the scene changed, and a mountain appeared in front of him.
At the top of the mountain, a shadowy creature hidden in the mist was sitting opposite a black orc legend, seemingly discussing something.
If a legend can talk and laugh like that, then that shadow creature must be a legend.
In this case, the existence of the fortress must be tacitly approved or even protected by a legendary shadow creature.
"Uncle Nicholas, how does the church plan to act?"
"Wait for the right opportunity." The old man replied after hearing this.
