Bab 492: Igniting the Green Field

Eastern Green Field.

At this moment, the team was moving forward. The team was like a long dragon, winding forward for dozens of kilometers. Everyone was wearing the same black Warlock robe.

At the front of the line.

A handsome man smiled as he looked at the green field in front of him.

His name was Sai Press, one of the six great families of the Warlock Union. He was also a direct subordinate of the white-haired old man that day. He had been sent to the rear this time.

"After passing through this place, we will reach the back of the Bloodline Tower. I heard that this force is extremely rich and has many good techniques from the Mage Era." Sai pursed his lips, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a Warlock flew to his side and asked, "Milord, there's a foreign tribe in front of us. Do you need us to change direction?"