Chapter 644 The Dark Gate!

Sand Dune-Green Ivy is an ordinary member of the Sandstorm Clan. As can be seen from his name, his father is from the Sandstorm Clan, and his mother is from a small clan, the Green Ivy Clan.

According to the customs of the Yellow Sand World, after he becomes an adult, he will be free to choose to join the Sandstorm Clan or the Green Ivy Clan. Of course, the result is already clear. Although the Green Ivy Clan occupies an oasis, he finally chose to join the Sandstorm Clan because he, like other warriors, worships the legendary warrior, the patriarch of the Sandstorm Clan, Sandstorm-Nuoya.

This is one of the most powerful creatures in the world. There are even incredible stories of single-handedly fighting against ten thousand. The legend of this legendary warrior can be told for three days and three nights.

Although he and this powerful warrior do not have much intersection, and have only seen him from a distance a few times so far, this does not affect his strong worship of him at all.

So a few days ago, when Sandstorm-Nuoya personally recruited warriors, he joined without hesitation, even though the first battle was led by a centurion to sneak attack and conquer the Qingteng Clan where his mother was!

"Go!"

"Go!"

Riding on the back of the black beetle, Sand Dune-Qingteng swung the whip without hesitation, landing on a group of crooked people next to him, and roared fiercely!

According to Sandstorm-Nuoya's instructions, they looted the entire Qingteng Clan and took everyone away to the station of the Sandstorm Clan. He was responsible for guarding the original ruling class of the Qingteng Clan, the so-called upper class.

These people were wearing white linen robes, with some exquisite decorations on their four arms, with fair skin and well-proportioned figures. They looked like two species from those skinny and rough-skinned civilians. As soon as the whip fell, a bright blood mark immediately appeared.

"What are you staring at?"

"Try to look at it again?!"

Snap!

As expected, Dune-Qingteng received a lot of hostile eyes and curses, but in return, he whipped him more fiercely and showed undisguised contempt.

"You rats who get something for nothing, dirty and cowardly maggots, can only deceive the weak people, but there is no place for you in the Sandstorm Clan!"

As an outlier among the clans, the Qingteng Clan is one of the few clans with a complete priest class. Of course, they did not get the support of the gods, but took this method to exploit the people of the clan both spiritually and materially, turning the priests into a privileged class.

There are many more bad things that can be done in the name of God than what can be done as a leader and king.

So Dune-Qingteng hated them very much, especially after his mother starved to death because of her offerings to God, he no longer believed that there were still gods in this world.

Under the new and old grudges, Dune-Qingteng's battle this time was particularly outstanding, which also won him glory and rewards.

"Sand Dune-Ivy!"

Just as he lay back on the beetle's back, enjoying the angry and cursing gazes again, suddenly a warrior drove the beetle over to him.

"The centurion is looking for you and asks you to go immediately. I will take over your job!"

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know!"

"Okay, then I'll go. Help me whip these guys a few more times. Don't be polite!"

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After explaining, with some regret, Sand Dune-Ivy quickly came to the centurion, only to find that it was not just him who was summoned, but also several others, but without exception, they were all the best in this battle.

"The chief summoned you here and asked us to send out the strongest and most capable young men. Do you think you are?"

The centurion was not polite and shouted directly.

"Of course, we are!"

Sand Dune-Ivy immediately became excited and shouted with other warriors, then followed the centurion's footsteps, controlled the beetle to leave the team, and began to rush towards the Sandstorm Clan.

All the warriors, including the centurion, were filled with excitement and excitement, because the one who summoned them was the legendary warrior, the myth of the Sandstorm Clan, and they also confirmed that something big was about to happen or was happening.

As one of the most powerful clans, the Sandstorm Clan has always been domineering, but a few days ago, because of the will of the clan leader, all the warriors of the entire clan embarked on a journey of expansion, conquering some scattered small and even medium-sized clans, and in a short period of time, the territory was expanded dozens of times!

Therefore, on the way back to the clan, Dune-Qingteng saw countless ant-like people being escorted towards the clan. Tens of thousands of captives were the most spectacular scene he had seen so far.

Of course, he soon realized that this was just a piece of cake, because after crossing the last sand dune outside the clan, he and everyone else saw a huge stone gate rising from the ground in the oasis where the clan was located, at least hundreds of meters high, with a green luster like water waves in the middle!

An indescribable fear and shock filled their hearts.

"What is that?"

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a spectacular scene. A warrior muttered to himself, and then a hoarse answer came from the side.

"The Dark Portal, that is our hope, and the fate you are about to face!"

A tall figure wearing a hooded linen robe, the exposed skin seemed to have been burned by fire, with dense cracks, walked forward, and his voice was like two red-hot irons rubbing against each other:

"Come with me, I'm here to help you."

The hooded man turned around and walked away, gesturing for them to follow, but Dune Ivy noticed something familiar in this voice.

"The voice sounds a bit like Uncle Sharo, but his leg was broken a few years ago. It's impossible!"

Everyone followed this figure and headed towards the Dark Door, passing through the noisy and busy people, and then the fully armed soldiers, and finally came to the Dark Door. From a closer look, the sense of oppression and fear was even more terrifying, as if A mountain peak stood abruptly in the center of the oasis.

Thousands of warriors were led closer by different hooded men. Sand Dune-Ivy glanced at them and saw that these were the elite warriors of the Sandstorm Clan and the essence of the entire clan.

"Warriors!"

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the air, and then the Dark Door fluctuated, and a huge figure appeared in front of everyone.

"I am Sandstorm-Nangya, the leader of the Burning Legion, your clan leader. I stand here to announce good news. The Dark Portal stands in front of you. It leads to another world, a world with a forest. , a new world of rivers, oceans and soil!”

Wow!

The crowd couldn't help but boil, but the next moment, everyone seemed to be strangled by the neck, staring blankly at the behemoth who struggled to squeeze out of the Dark Door.

He has iconic fangs and four strong arms, with blazing flames burning behind him. The huge dragon wings seem to block out the sky and the sun. On top of the thorny muscles, there are black scales that reflect cold light.

"You might want to ask, what would it cost if we wanted to go to that world?"

Sandstorm - The crimson eyes of the fangs swept across. In front of him, these nearly three-meter-tall warriors were as small and fragile as babies. He let out a low roar from his throat: "The price is, everything we have, now And in the future, we and our descendants will embark on a never-ending burning expedition!”

"Warriors, come and face your destiny, the Burning Legion is calling you!"

Bang!

Buckets after buckets of fluorescent blood were brought out, which was the blood extracted from Sandstorm-Nuya. The warrior in front of Dune-Ivy opened his hood, revealing the horns on his head and the scales on his face. He scooped out He took a cup and handed it in front of him.

"Drink, Dune-Ivy, this is our destiny!"