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Dead Man's Gorge was an ancient battlefield, steeped in mystery and history. After it became known as the Lost Land, it transformed into one of the most dangerous forbidden zones. Even those who had never set foot in Ahn'Qiraj were aware that this place was protected by multiple complex and perilous barriers. To gain anything here, both wisdom and strength were essential.
However, just a few hours ago, a significant change occurred in Dead Man's Gorge—all the barriers vanished! They disintegrated as if they had never existed, quietly collapsing on their own. As news of this spread, more and more practitioners ventured into the area.
The disappearance of the barriers was undoubtedly good news. A few observant individuals noticed that the collapse of these barriers had not been without warning; specifically, it coincided with the blooming of mysterious and eerie black flowers. This blooming weakened the barriers' power, ultimately leading to their disappearance.
Indeed, the issue with the barriers was closely related to the Mandrake Flower. It was known that the blooming of the Mandrake Flower required a substantial amount of energy, and those barriers scattered throughout Ahn'Qiraj were undoubtedly the best source, as they were part of Ahn'Qiraj itself. However, once the barriers collapsed, for the Mandrake Flower to continue growing, it could only draw directly from the Magical Energy of crystals…
Thus, this good news for everyone made Tastandin increasingly anxious.
He could no longer afford to worry about Garen trailing closely behind him because he understood all too well how dire his fate would be if Eternity's plan failed… Fortunately, Garen was not particularly fast; at least there remained a considerable distance between them despite the prolonged chase.
It was easy to understand that after enduring a long and intense battle, Garen's stamina was barely enough to keep up with his pursuit.
Soon, Tastandin arrived at Sterling Line, but just then, he suddenly halted in his tracks…
Before him stood a man clad in golden armor, leaning on a large halberd.
"Catherine's sniping skills are top-notch. Surviving her aim might make you a worthy opponent," Jarvan IV remarked while stroking his chin.
The Arcane Crystal was the most critical point in all of Dead Man's Gorge. So even without knowing who the ultimate enemy was, blocking access here was certainly a sound strategy since Sterling Line was the unique route to the Arcane Crystal.
Of course, Jarvan IV could not have anticipated this; it was Poppy who had analyzed it for him.
"Bind him… bind him!" Tastandin suddenly pointed forward, his face twisted in a grimace. He had reached a point where there were no options left—being left behind meant death, and punishment from Eternity would be even worse than death.
"Boom!" A dark cloud spread across the sky, obscuring the last glimmers of light over Sterling Line!
In the pitch darkness, Javon suddenly sensed something, clutching his chest with his hand as black flames erupted from his body, unleashing a pain that could only be described as excruciating.
"Damn it... this cursed place shouldn't allow the use of power!" Jarvan IV gasped as he collapsed to the ground. Just as he managed to suppress the agony, Tastandin had completely vanished from sight.
As the Harbinger sent by the Watchtower, Jarvan IV's Rune Power remained within him. Although he couldn't wield it, it was still far better than when he was Garen. In a moment, he emerged from that state.
"Truly worthy of being Garen's opponent; you possess remarkable strength," Jarvan IV said as he stood up from the ground. "But those who offend Demacia shall face..."
At that moment, a powerful gust of wind howled past, and Garen charged through in an instant.
"Punish..." Just as Jarvan IV regained his footing, he stumbled and fell again.
Even Tastandin would suffer immense strain from excessive consumption of Eternal Power. Last time in Immortal City, Eternity had taught him a memorable lesson, but now the situation was urgent, and he had no choice but to act.
However, he failed to notice a deep red figure watching him from afar.
Soon, Tastandin reached the end of Sterling Line. Peering out from the narrow passage, he saw that the valley was filled with blooming black Mandrake Flowers, while the ground was littered with the corpses of powerful treasure seekers devoured by crystals.
The azure crystals flowed with straight and intricate lines, their faint glow particularly enchanting. Yet the air was thick with a pungent smell of blood, adding an eerie quality to the scene.
Tastandin hesitated not at all; in his eyes, these people deserved their fate. The Arcane Crystal was not something one could simply touch; extracting its power required special and complicated steps...
Of course, Tastandin knew all these steps.
He strode forward eagerly, impatient to set his subsequent plans in motion. Yes, as long as the plan progressed smoothly, not only would those suddenly appearing warriors be unable to withstand this disaster, but even the entire Godeyas Continent would struggle to endure it! For the purpose of this plan was to offer Godeas to Eternity!
In the hundred years within Immortal City, Tastandin had encountered far more than the average person. He was almost certain that the location of Eternity was not on the continent, but rather in some hidden place within the void. They could extend some of their minions to the Godeyas Continent, yet they could not truly descend... which was why they needed the most stable Coordinates.
That was the Arcane Crystal.
Tastandin did not believe that this Arcane Crystal, closely related to Agu Anan the Great, had come into existence by mere coincidence. There must be many unknown secrets hidden within it, and these secrets were undoubtedly connected to Eternity.
But none of that mattered anymore...
Tastandin did not care about the fate of the world. Once this matter concluded, he would obtain true Eternal Power and become an immortal being!
Suddenly, Tastandin stopped in his tracks.
A sharp dagger silently appeared at his throat.
"You..." Tastandin felt a cold aura from the person behind him, one that felt unfamiliar and was certainly not from any enemy he had faced before.
Cautiously, Tastandin glanced over with his peripheral vision.
What he saw was a stunningly beautiful face, with features so perfectly proportioned that he had never seen anything like it before. If it weren't for the scar running across her left eye, one might suspect she was a blend of Celestial Race and elf...
Indeed, this was a stranger.
Since she was a stranger, things wouldn’t seem so troublesome.
"I don't know what you want, madam. But I can assure you that whatever you desire, I can provide!" Tastandin instinctively assumed she was some explorer from the continent.
But the woman did not respond.
“Lady? Please believe me, I will give you everything you want!” Tastandin said, a hint of urgency in his voice. Not only was his time running out, but the woman's aura also filled him with a sense of danger.
“The one who wants to kill you is here,” Katarina replied, a cold smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
Tastandin froze for a moment, then turned to look. At the narrow entrance of the corridor, Garen and a man clad in golden armor were approaching side by side!
“You're all in cahoots... You’re all working together!” Tastandin's hair stood on end as he finally realized that this Red-Haired Woman was also one of those warriors!
Those warriors were Tastandin's lifelong nightmare! Even an army of thousands of Death Knights would not stand a chance against them. At that moment, Tastandin felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss!
What he did not know was that those warriors came from the same place but were not part of the same faction. There was hatred among them, as well as bonds and wars...
But when they decided to form an alliance,
they would shine brighter than the blazing sun.
Tastandin gritted his teeth and, at the instant Katarina turned her head, he lunged with all his might toward the Arcane Crystal!
However, in the next moment, his body suddenly felt as if it were imprisoned and fell straight down!
Behind the massive crystal, a Purple-Skinned Bald Elder stepped forward. His gaze shifted from the thick spellbook in his hands as he adjusted his glasses and looked at the immobilized Tastandin.
“Don't move.”
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