Gastronomy Area.
"Ah, today is truly a good day for fishing."
Roger, the monster enthusiast, remarked as he cast his fishing rod into the Milk River, while the two Curse Frogs nearby lazily yawned.
The sweet aroma wafted from all directions, enticing the most primitive hunger of humans. The ergence of the gastronomy area had already set a new record for obesity rates in the Yanor Kingdom.
"It’s truly a peaceful ti. I want to spend the rest of my life like this with my partners."
The Female Fire Dragon ca over, carrying the roasted whole pig it hunted, and Roger turned to praise it. But suddenly, he felt a tremor in his hand.
"Can I reel it in now? I won’t have an empty rod again today... No, what is that!"
The sky in the gastronomy area was forever bright and warm like a fairy tale, even the night was dotted with stars, making people feel content; it was an ideal place to relax and heal.
But now, Roger was witnessing sothing completely different from the gastronomy area’s style, madly rushing towards him. That was...
Black miasma and red flas? How can these two seemingly different things blend together?
"What the hell is this!"
Roger only had ti to use his Elf Ball to recall his treasured partners, but he himself had no ti to dodge and was completely engulfed by the oncoming black aura and flas!
"Wait a minute, I’m not dead?"
Lowering his arm raised instinctively to block, he looked bewildered at the black aura and flas that had completely enveloped the gastronomy area. These seemingly powerful and evil entities hadn’t hard a single blade of grass.
It rely dragged the entire area’s atmosphere from warmth and healing to horror and Abyss.
"Seriously," Roger twitched his mouth, "What’s going on here..."
Fire Transmission Ceremony.
"I wonder what dad is up to now, he left without saying a word, acting all mysterious."
Gapar’s daughter, Uffie, sat by the bonfire, recovering her strength, her body marked with the aftermath of battle.
In her hand, she clutched a clump of Wolf Blood Soul; it seed the target of this battle was undeniable.
"Just resting a bit more, then I’ll use it to trade for a weapon. Sooner or later, I’ll ditch the spear. Wait, what’s that?"
As she muttered today’s plans to herself, she suddenly caught an ominous scent that carried a huge threat, imdiately transforming her into an exoskeleton state, and turned around very cautiously.
Death miasma and Chaos Fla were rushing together.
"No, isn’t this the Fire Transmission Ceremony? Why are these appearing?"
Uffie, utterly shocked, was completely swallowed.
Demon Relics.
"Alright, finally got rid of this big guy. Now let see which way to go next."
The continuously decaying creature crashed to the ground, its gigantic body gradually dispersing into ash, leaving the Demon Relics significantly more open.
Nearby lay the Skyrim Strategy Group, a heap of sheep-headed demons, bull-headed demons breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone’s armor was in terrible shape, with many having their armor lted to the point they had to remove it to avoid danger.
"The fog gate behind it has been lifted. We can continue to explore, captain." Tami looked toward where the continuously decaying creature fell; the fog gate behind it was finally unsealed.
Previously, they were blocked by the fog gate when trying to bypass it directly. The strongest monster here had to be eliminated to progress.
"The Chaos Fla is really terrifying."
Luluwo quickly changed into a set of intact clothes, though her hair was a bit singed, and she looked a little embarrassed.
They had had enough of the Chaos Fla in the Demon Relics; now, seeing anything related to flas made them want to vomit. So mbers were burnt into having PTSD, screaming whenever they saw fire.
"Ah—"
Suddenly, a mber with PTSD let out an audible scream, startling everyone.
"What’s going on? Didn’t we already defeat the boss monster? Why are you screaming... Ah—"
Luluwo turned around sharply and scread as well.
In the next second, the entire Skyrim Strategy Group had their faces hit with death miasma and Chaos Fla, each letting out cries of surprise.
Casas Underground Tomb.
Necromancer Master Tai Fengli’an led his necromancers, exploring in the na of "getting closer to death." But the true purpose was to find better nutrition for his treasured Little Vonier to further evolve.
The claws of black aura and fla also reached here. When they saw the death miasma, which shouldn’t appear in the Casas Underground Tomb, crazily saring toward their faces, all necromancers exclaid:
"Death God Nite has manifest! Death God Nite has manifest!"
Such scenes were unfolding in every region!
But...
"Next, we should launch the Round Table Hall series of dolls, perhaps directly using the Round Table Hall to make a set of building blocks also looks good."
Count Bed Charon stood in the Round Table Hall, observing everywhere while making murmuring noises, all related to the upcoming comrcial plans.
Round Table Hall, unhard.
"Ahhh, I never want to go to a bonfire party again!"
Adventurers Sai Ke and Jockra ran under the night sky of Yarn, pursued by the hospitable Yarn townsfolk wielding pitchforks, sticks, and shotguns, filling Yarn with laughter montarily.
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