Chapter 1397
By then, reasoning with those bastards would be impossible.
The Pureblood Dragons and Blood Elves were locked in a fierce battle, while other races joined in just to stir up trouble. Leon and his companions had nothing to do with the chaos. It’s been nearly ten days since the city fell, and not a single Blood Elf has been seen.
Just then, Daenoson finally located the entrance to the ruins. The triangular scale he carried only reacted when extremely close to the entrance—within ten meters. That’s why the search took so long; finding it this quickly was actually impressive.
With the entrance to the ruins found, everything else became much simpler.
The group arrived at the bottom of a river where the entrance lay. Daenoson placed the triangular scale on the doorway, and instantly, the flowing river water seemed to be forced aside by an invisible power, slowly parting.
The sand and gravel at the riverbed gradually spread outward, revealing a pitch-black door beneath the river. What was once just a slab of black stone now shimmered with countless runes upon sensing the power from the scale. These runes writhed across the surface like living things, and on either side of the door, two hideous, demonic heads appeared—like a fusion of countless demon faces.
The moment he saw this symbol, Leon’s pupils contracted sharply. He instantly recognized it as the mark of the Seventy-Third Deity. Even if this isn’t the reincarnation site of the Seventy-Third Deity, it definitely stayed here for a long time.
The scale slowly merged into the stone door, and the two ugly demon heads on its surface twisted into grotesque smiles as the door creaked open.
In an instant, every creature living in the river—be it beast, fish, or shrimp—seemed to sense some terrifying presence and fled in panic.
As the stone door opened, a pitch-black vortex slowly emerged, faintly radiating a terrifying power.
The group glanced at each other, no one willing to go in first.
Delton sneered as he glanced at Leon.
Archmage Leon Merlin, have your orc subordinate go in first. Judging by his build, he should be able to handle whatever happens.
With just one sentence, Leon's expression turned cold.
Delton, if you don’t want to be trapped in this underground world forever, shut your damned mouth.
Hubert was about to curse, but after hearing Leon’s words, he quickly nodded.
Yeah, old glass, if you don’t shut your damned mouth, I’ll send you to Old Bull and the others as a male concubine!
Three-faced Anderson stared at Hubert in shock; even the left face, usually so sarcastic, was uncharacteristically silent.
Damn, Hubert, what did you eat? Even your stupidity seems to be cured!