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“Land of Eternal Sleep is the ultimate affiliation of all undead, the place where Death Moon Goddess’s god Aleksandra is located,” Medissa replied.

But Brando suddenly stopped.

A new corpse appeared in the fog.

It was a dog-like monster that was as big as a hill. Everyone needed to look up to see its full picture. It was covered with wounds. The bronze blood berthed from the wound, but it had already dried up.

Brando saw the color of the blood, could not help but eyelids twitched.

“What is this?” asked doubtfully: “Wolf of Twilight, Fenrir’s Son?”

“Look at their blood.” Deer Body Female Monster Oneesan reached out and touched the monster with some sticky blood. The blood on his fingers showed a bright copper color. She said, “This is Garm’s Son.”

“Garm?”

“Doom Hound in Dark Blue Poem, vanguard of Twilight,” Elaine replied: “But they are not Twilight Race descendants, but Bronze species.”

Bronze species.

This term makes everyone in the room tremble. The Bronze species is the missing bloodline between Black Iron and Silver. It is said that they are descendants of the giants and one of the races created by the God races.

They are the only ones in the world that can both accept the tiamat perfectly and take the nutrients from the dark MP. They are powerful and perfect, but unfortunately they are bloodthirsty, cruel and militant. Created for the gods and abandoned for the gods. They rely on the Dragon of Twilight and betray the Dragon of Twilight, which can be said to be a fateful family.

It’s nothing more than what God races call them a failed experiment, even though Brando doesn’t really like it.

But maybe it’s also lucky in some sense –

It was because of the betrayal of the Bronze, that the Black Iron races as mortals were able to appear on this World.

“This is the legendary Bronze species?” I dared to touch the skin of Son of Garm. The tentacles were cold, but I could clearly feel the existence of the tiamatLaws pattern. “Monsters are their descendants?”

Brando nodded.

“Why is there a Bronze species here?” Little dragoness is a bit strange: “Are they not supposed to be extinct?”

“This is just a corpse,” Flova pointed out her language: “It does not prove that they are not extinct.”

“But I don’t think it’s that simple.” Aloz replied solemnly: “The battlefield here doesn’t look so long. In the history of the Azure era, the Bronze species gradually withdrew from history.”

For this statement, Brando also slightly agrees. At least in the history he knows, I have never heard of the record of war between the Bronze and the undead. The Buga people recorded that they gradually annihilated the God races and the gods after the Azure war, and after that, the gods It has gradually faded out of people’s horizons.

“Maybe they have been hiding here?” Tia asked. “The gods have long since passed away. No one knows what is going on in the lower level.”

This sentence faintly reminds Brando.

But he shook his head, but he had some doubts in his heart. He always felt that he seemed to think of something, but it seems that the memories of the past and the world have nothing to do with it. In Amber Sword, he never heard of the bronzes.

The people slowly walked forward.

There are more and more corpses in the dark, but not just Bronze species, but also Crystalline and demons. Ciel lifted up the staff, letting the top of the staff shine brightly, the light penetrates the floating fog, and outlines the corpses that piled up a little further. All around Silent, several World Tree roots interspersed from the darkness of the distance, passing through the fog of the heads of the crowd, making the entire space weird and weird.

Everyone is quietly watching the battlefield of this age. The battle is fierce beyond people’s imagination. What is puzzling is that Twilight, undead and bronze all seem to belong to different camps, from the body. In terms of status, they are killing each other.

This is really too weird.

Tia mentions that Madegud’s Soul Lamp pretends to be all around, Flo glances at her, coldly started talking: “Throw away.” Elf little girl blinked and looked at one’s own elder sister pitifully, whispering Whispered : “This is Lord Thane’s spoils.”

Flo looked at Brando with a cold face, and Brando hurriedly said, “I don’t want this thing. Although the lantern is a divine artifact, the average person can’t use it. Right, after it is restored, maybe Godmorde will be resurrected. Looking for you, Tia.”

Tia was shocked and couldn’t help but lift the lantern and looked at it carefully. It seemed that there was a ghost in the lantern burning in the air. She was so scared that she was white, and quickly put down the lantern, and she shook her head: “I, I, I am here, can you?”

“I think it’s better to put it back on the bridge, Tia.” Ciel replied with a smile.