Chapter 565: Treasure of the Dusk Clan (Six Thousand)

A human, an elf, a dwarf, and a fox girl.

When some words left in the diary of the last Twilight King reappeared in Ron's mind, he finally remembered the identities of these people.

The last Twilight King was the most wise, kindest, and most admired emperor among the hundreds of emperors of the Twilight Dynasty. Although the Twilight Dynasty was destroyed by the last Twilight King due to the arrangement of fate, it was this last emperor who changed the Twilight Clan's long-standing superiority, reduced the oppression of hundreds of races, calmed the chaos and disputes on the Twilight Continent, and brought unprecedented prosperity to the Twilight Continent.

The last Twilight King did not act superior because of his identity as a member of the Twilight Clan. In his eyes, all beings are equal. He even adopted a large number of orphans from other races and accepted many aliens who were not accepted by their own races.

These orphans were trained by the last Twilight King to become the most loyal legion to himself.

Those aliens also became the best brothers and sisters of the last Twilight King. Aliens are also synonymous with geniuses on another level. The last Twilight King personally taught them power. Their strength became stronger and stronger, and their growth rate even exceeded that of the Twilight Clan. They became the strongest existence around the last Twilight King. Demigods? Even gods are possible.

They are the most loyal soldiers around the last Twilight King, guarding the safety of the last Twilight King at all times.

In the war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty, the legion formed by the orphans was bloodstained on the battlefield and was completely wiped out.

The so-called aliens formed the pro-army as well, and almost all died in battle.

The reason why almost all died in battle is that several guards disappeared quietly in the royal city before the Twilight Temple was destroyed.

The truth is no longer known.

People only know that in the long period of eight thousand years after the complete destruction of the Twilight Dynasty, those super strong men who had left the last Twilight King never appeared again, as if they had completely disappeared from this world.

There are rumors that they betrayed the king they had always protected and fled for their own lives.

There are also rumors that they left under the order of the last Dusk King, just to preserve the last fire of the Dusk Clan.

And now, Ron finally knew that they had never betrayed their king. They had always been on this mysterious and cold island, guarding something.

Their fingers all pointed to the peaks of the island, as if they wanted to convey some information, but they didn't say a word.

Perhaps they had forgotten how to speak, or perhaps they had no extra time to speak.

After a few seconds, the four figures retracted their fingers almost at the same time, and their eyes had moved away from Ron and turned to look at the large group of Dusk Clan warriors.

Gradually, pairs of turbid and dark pupils gradually began to become crazy, twisted, cruel, and tyrannical, just like a beast about to go crazy, trying to tear the most delicious flesh in front of it.

Bang.

The old man's magic wand slammed heavily on the ground, and the ground cracked instantly.

He was like the most traditional and evil wizard, with his hands open, his head held high, his eyes wide open, his body shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted, and his throat constantly emitting strange and violent roars.

It's not that he can't make a sound, he just has forgotten how to speak for a long time.

"Roar... Roar... Roar..."

But even if he can't make a normal sound, this strange roar also contains an inspiring power.

"Roar... Roar... Roar..."

The other three companions, as well as many members of the Dusk Clan, raised their hammers, battle axes, and maces in their hands and roared.

"Roar... Roar... Roar..."

"Roar... Roar... Roar..."

The noisy waves mixed together, like a storm, like an earthquake and tsunami, like a volcanic flame.

The waves of sound were higher than one wave.

In the surrounding forest, the trees seemed to be stimulated by something, shaking violently, and the leaves rustled.

Ron did not participate in it, he was just a spectator, but at the moment he heard the sound, Ron still felt a burst of heat in his body, as if something in his chest was ignited at this time, burning hotly, erupting.

That was the desire to fight, the impulse to fight, and the courage to be fearless.

The roar continued.

But Ron was keenly aware of the murderous feeling in the air, which seemed to increase out of thin air at this time. An invisible murderous intention and threat had silently enveloped the entire island.

Then, the ground began to tremble violently.

It seemed that a huge monster was approaching rapidly.

Woo!

It seemed that a gust of wind blew, and the big trees around were bent down in unison.

A group of Dusk tribe members seemed to sense something, and the roars in their throats stopped abruptly. Their bloodshot eyes stared at the bottom of the hillside. The fatigue in their eyes was swept away in an instant, and only cruelty and tyranny remained.

Roar... Roar... Roar...

After a short period of time, more and more intense roars came from the throats of the Dusk tribe members.

Ron had a premonition in his heart, and a guess was forming in his mind.

He stood there quietly, without choosing to flee, nor preparing for battle like the other members of the Dusk Clan, just quietly watching the scene that was about to be submerged by the storm.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

It was as if there were huge feet trampling on the ground, making a dull sound, mixed with various strange roars.

The sound was getting closer and closer.

Like beating a drum.

The small stones on the ground trembled more and more violently.

I don’t know how long it has been, but an extremely huge shadow suddenly appeared on the ground. Ron raised his head and saw that a huge flying bird had appeared on his head at some point... No, it was not a flying bird, it was... a dragon.

The wings were spread out, covering the sky and the earth.

The wingspan of hundreds of meters was enough to cover a large area of ​​light. The head, like a small hill, was prominent, and the dense scales were arranged according to a certain rule between the two dragon horns. Indistinctly, a word "king" was condensed.

This is a dragon king.

At this moment, a short figure suddenly shot up from the ground.

It was the dwarf among the four people. Although he was short and stout, he was also very flexible and as fast as lightning. Even with Ron's strength, it was difficult to catch the figure of this dwarf.

Ron only felt the light and shadow flashing in front of his eyes. The next moment, the dwarf's figure had disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already in the air, and the war hammer in his hand, which was larger than his body, was swung up in a round shape.

There was a faint flicker of fire on the war hammer.

The mighty force made Ron feel as if what was smashed down was not a war hammer at all, but... a meteor falling from the sky, a meteorite about to hit the earth.

Boom.

Finally, the huge war hammer hit the dragon king's forehead.

In an instant, the dragon king's body suddenly paused.

Where the war hammer fell, dense scales flew everywhere.

Blood spurted out, falling from the sky like raindrops.

The huge wings of the Dragon King could not withstand the impact of this moment. The wing bones broke directly, the skull cracked, and the huge body fell from the sky like a mountain.

Just as the battle here just started, on the other side, figures appeared halfway up the mountain.

There were giants who were so tall that even the forest could not completely cover them, elves who were slender but flexible and weird, blood apes covered in scarlet, and humans in armor...

The elites of different races seemed to have gathered together at this time. At a glance, the halfway up the mountain was densely packed with these masters.

The number was at least 800, or even more.

They seemed to have completely lost the ability to speak, and could only make sharp and shrill roars like wild beasts, either with bare hands or waving their weapons, like a pack of fearless wolves, launching a fierce attack on the Dusk tribe.

Boom... Boom...

The deafening roars continued one after another, and there was no end to it.

The four mysterious men were worthy of being the friends of the last Dusk King and the personal guards who protected the Dusk King. Their strength was far stronger than the elite warriors of the Dusk Clan.

The dwarf severely injured the king-level dragon with a hammer, and the others were no less inferior.

The mysterious old man was a magician, but his fighting style was extremely rough. He was obviously not a mobile turret type of magician, but a self-enhancement type of magician.

His lips moved at an extremely terrifying speed. He had long lost the ability to speak and could not recite magic spells normally, but for this mysterious old man, using magic no longer required complete spells. Every single syllable from his mouth was a strengthening magic falling on him.

Every time the strengthening magic appeared, a special luster would appear on the mysterious old man.

In a short period of time, the mysterious old man was colorful, and various lights flashed dozens or hundreds of times.

Although his hair and beard were still gray, and his figure was still hunched, the aura emanating from the mysterious old man at this moment suddenly changed, as if he had turned into an eternal beast.

His skinny claws grasped the magic wand in his hand.

The next second, his body suddenly rushed out.

The magic wand, which had been raised high at some point, instantly pushed away the air in front of it and hit the head of a human paladin heavily.

Clang.

It was obviously a wooden magic wand, but when it hit the paladin's head, it made a sound like metal collision.

This paladin, wearing a golden armor, looked very showy. Judging from the patterns on the armor, this person was a believer of the God of War, and it was very likely that he was the God of War's favored one, or the agent.

In short, in the human world, he can definitely be regarded as the strongest group.

The armor on his body was forged by the God of Craftsmen himself.

Although it is not a divine weapon, it is definitely a top-grade legendary equipment. In addition, it is highly enhanced. Even without the blessing of the Paladin's own power, the defense provided by this helmet alone is quite amazing.

Not to mention the magic wand, even the extremely sharp divine weapon would probably find it difficult to destroy the defense of this helmet.

But at the moment when the magic wand hit the helmet, this indestructible equipment instantly turned into countless broken pieces, and even the head inside the helmet turned into a rotten watermelon, with red and white things splashing everywhere.

When he had hundreds of strengthening magic on his body, this thin and dry old man had turned into a demon who would kill anyone who stood in his way.

Right next to him, the performance of the female elf was no less impressive. With her hands open, a green longbow was instantly pulled into a full moon, and an arrow as thick as a finger appeared out of thin air. As the fingers loosened, with a buzzing sound, the sharp arrow instantly tore through the air, with a piercing scream, and directly drilled into the head of a blood ape.

Even though the blood ape had thick skin and flesh, and had a defense that was absolutely not inferior to that of a dragon, it could not withstand it at this time. The whole head was instantly blown into pieces, leaving only a headless corpse still in place, and blood continued to spurt out along the neck.

As for the fox girl, her whole body was burning with purple flames, like a ghost.

The flames were burning, but they did not seem scorching.

There was not much heat wave around.

But all the enemies who approached the fox girl would be instantly entangled by the purple flames, and then turned into ashes in a short time.

These four people were extremely cruel.

But the dusk tribe members were no less inferior. They seemed to have endless strength in their huge bodies. The huge axes and hammers in their hands were dancing randomly, and anyone who touched them would die.

The attacking enemies died in groups, but the number of enemies was too large. Even though the corpses in front were piled up like a mountain and the blood gathered into a stream and rolled down the hillside, there were still a steady stream of figures coming from the back, and there was no end in sight.

Violent roars, painful cries, the crackling of bones being broken, the hissing of flesh being split...

All kinds of sounds mixed together, penetrated Ron's ears, and coupled with the scene of blood splattering and limbs flying, Ron felt as if he was in hell.

But the strange thing was that no matter how fierce the battle in front of him was, it would never affect Ron. Neither the members of the Dusk Clan nor the elites of various tribes who rushed up seemed to be aware of Ron's existence.

Ron was clearly in this area, but he seemed to be detached from the world.

Even if the raging impact slid over Ron, it could not lift a piece of his clothes.

Some things have become clearer and clearer in Ron's mind.

There was some pity and some sadness in his eyes, and he quietly watched the bloody battlefield in front of him. The four personal guards and many members of the Dusk Clan were very strong, very strong, but the enemy was not trash, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers.

It was unknown how long the battle had lasted, and more than half of the Dusk Clan had been killed.

The bodies of the four personal guards were covered with wounds, and there was almost no intact skin on their bodies. The hideous blood was slowly flowing down their bodies, some from the enemy and some from their own.

The mysterious old man of the human race had more than half of his head chopped off.

The fox girl's head had been chopped off, one hand was holding her head, and the other hand was still waving sparks all over the sky.

There was only a hole left in the elf's chest, and the heart had long disappeared.

The dwarf's body was neatly split in half, leaving his internal organs all over the ground.

Of course, the enemies who kept attacking the mountainside were even more terrifying. There were hundreds of complete corpses left on the ground, and the incomplete corpses were countless.

But even so, these enemies still had no intention of retreating. Gradually, the battlefield was no longer as fierce as before. Even the powerful Dusk tribe members, even the last Dusk King's personal guards, had limited energy. Their power was gradually approaching, and the battle axes, hammers, and magic wands in their hands seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

The number of enemies seemed to be decreasing.

But this gradually slowed down fighting seemed to be more and more terrifying.

Ron could even clearly see the scene of the sharp blade tearing the skin bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took, all the enemies died in the battle.

The surviving Dusk tribe members sat on the ground and gasped for breath. They didn't even have the strength to celebrate the victory of this war.

I don't know how many people rested and rested, and never got up again.

In the end, the only one who could stand up on the huge hillside was the last one, the elf.

According to the Dusk Clan ritual, she hung the bodies of the enemies one by one on a big tree halfway up the mountain. She dug one grave after another and buried her former companions.

After burying all her companions, she lay in the last pit prepared for herself. She used her last strength to shatter the soil piled up on both sides of the pit, letting the fine sand bury her body.

The originally lush and green hillside turned into a mass grave.

Corpses hung under the treetops, swaying with the cold wind.

From beginning to end, Ron watched this scene very quietly. He did not participate in this war and did nothing.

Only his hands were clenched and his teeth were clenched.

After a long time, he was in a trance again. The bulging graves in front of him disappeared, replaced by a large group of Dusk people lying on the ground and resting and four small wooden houses.

A door was pushed open, and an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the wooden house.

When he saw this scene, Ron felt his nose sour.

An indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

The mysterious old man seemed to be older than before. He looked at Ron silently, then pointed to the top of the mountain.

Ron sniffed hard, turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain.

He knew, and he understood everything at once.

This is not an illusion, but a reality that is more cruel than an illusion.

Once, when the Dusk Dynasty was about to collapse, the last Dusk King appointed four loyal guards around him to lead a group of Dusk people to leave the Dusk Temple. Whether the last Dusk King wanted to keep the fire for the Dusk people or protect some secret treasure, these people left.

It was unknown whether it was an accident or a deliberate arrangement that they arrived at this island.

However, even if they arrived at this island, they were not really safe. The repairman's pursuers soon appeared, and the final result was that both sides basically died together.

Although the strength of the Dusk Clan was very strong, facing the elite enemies of various tribes that were several times their own, they were exhausted after all. They either died in the battlefield or were exhausted to death after the war.

After the last elf buried himself, the island should have returned to normal.

But the chaos on the island has just begun.

Whether it is the pursuers or the Dusk Clan, they are the elite among the elite, the heroes among the heroes.

Although they died in battle, their heroic spirits still float on this island.

And there seems to be some special power on this island. Under the intensification of this power, these heroic spirits who once died in battle resurrected from death, and then continued to recreate the past wars here, never ending.

Fierce fighting, killing, pain, death, rebirth...

For eight thousand years, they have been constantly reincarnating in this torture.

Ron didn't know how much time had passed, but the previous war should have lasted for several hours. Counting it down, this reincarnation should have happened at least two or three times a day.

For eight thousand years, it is impossible to calculate how long this painful reincarnation has lasted.

This is an inescapable vortex.

After each war, these heroic souls will weaken a little. Perhaps they can only be truly liberated when their souls are completely consumed.

As for how long it will take for that day, Ron doesn't know. Maybe it will take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Among all these people, the four personal guards are the strongest. Although they have long died, their heroic souls still retain some wisdom. Although they have lost the ability to speak, they can still communicate with Ron briefly through gestures.

Perhaps, they have long recognized their situation and know that everything they have done is just in vain.

But even so, in the past eight thousand years, even though they have experienced countless tortures of death, they have never given up their mission, never abandoned their faith, and never given up the master's entrustment.

As long as their souls still exist for one day, they will never allow those despicable invaders to step onto the top of the mountain.

Ron didn't know what kind of belief was supporting them all the time, so that their spirits did not collapse and did not degenerate into evil spirits.

Ron only knew that the four of them who had wisdom were more miserable than the other souls who had long lost their minds and were just mechanically repeating the past. Other souls, after each death, may not remember what happened, but they, every time they die, the pain will be branded in their souls.

Unfortunately, if they could contact Zhou Yang, they might know what tasks Zhou Yang had assigned to them.

It's just that this island is full of weirdness. Since Ron set foot on this island, he not only lost contact with several women, but also lost contact with Zhou Yang and Elsa.

The rest time is short.

Not long after, the sound of fighting came from behind again.

Feeling the movement behind him, Ron no longer hesitated this time. He quickened his pace and rushed towards the mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, the top of the mountain appeared in front of Ron.

The first thing that came into view was a stone tablet!

Perhaps, this stone tablet was the treasure of the Twilight Clan that the last Twilight King wanted to protect!

Chapter 1 Six Thousand is presented.