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He opened the crystal coffin and placed the remnant soul of Grandpa Komelin inside.

The moment the crystal coffin closed, Rönn noticed a joyful expression on the face of his grandfather's remnant soul. At the same time, the remnant soul began to frantically absorb the soul force inside the crystal coffin.

The soul power contained in the crystal coffin was extremely huge, but it was not absorbed very fast. It took a long time for his soul to grow a little bit stronger.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but feel hope. If he continued to absorb at this rate, one day, his grandfather's soul would return to its original state, or even recover.

The soul was the most wonderful thing in the world. Even though Ron was a Necromancer and studied souls as his profession, he still didn't understand the profound mysteries behind souls.

Ron wasn't sure if this fragmented soul would ever grow into the real Grandpa Homerin, but it was good to have some hope.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, I hope you can get better …"

After standing next to the crystal coffin for a long time, Ron silently made a wish. He looked at Grandpa Homelin for a while, then walked out of the Undead Castle.

It was broad daylight when Ron's soul returned to his body.

"It's been a whole night …"

What he did not know was that he had been sitting like this for three days and three nights, but he did not have much of a sense of time at the moment. A day or three, it was all the same to him.

"Let's try out a new necromancy spell!"

Ron thought, full of anticipation for the undead spell, the Summoning of the Gargoyle.

As he stepped out of the cave, the strong sunlight fell on his face, and Ron's eyes narrowed slightly. A moment later, he calmed down, his face becoming serious. He began to chant an incantation, summoning gargoyles.

He extended his palm, and a cloud of black gas slowly expanded in front of Ron. His voice grew louder, and as the last syllable of the spell was uttered, the black gas in front of Ron began to change, slowly condensing into what looked like a human being, but also a bit like a bat.

"This is a gargoyle?" Shocked, Ron studied the huge undead in front of him.

This undead creature was about three meters long from beginning to end, and its very small body was as straight as a human. Behind its back was a pair of giant bat like wings, which were connected with its claws.

"It should be right. It has wings. It can fly, but I don't know how to ride it …" Ron thought.

As soon as the idea came to him, the gargoyle shrieked, crouched down, flattened its back, and motioned Ron up.

"Shall I mount it?" Bewildered, Ron took hold of the gargoyle's wings and climbed slowly up its back. When he was seated, the gargoyle screamed, flapping its massive wings and lifting itself into the air with Ron in tow.

In the sky, a gentle breeze blew, and Ron's mood brightened as well. From the air, he quietly looked down at the ground, taking in every blade of grass and tree.

He saw countless beasts on the ground. They were all living in groups. A small number of powerful beasts had their own territory, so if weak beasts entered it would be a dead end.

"As expected, this fellow flies really slowly..."

Seeing the gargoyle flapping its wings slowly like a gentleman, Ron cursed in his heart. He had ridden on Shaya's silver winged horse before, and although its combat strength was not very high, its flying speed was very fast, which made it inferior to the gargoyle.

As if he knew what Ron was thinking, the gargoyle screamed a few times, as if dissatisfied.

"So beautiful..."

said Ron regretfully, as he gazed at the beauty of the Plains of Despair.

Since it was a random teleportation to the city that brought him here, Ron didn't know where he was. Aside from beasts, beasts, he had taken a detour around the area, but he couldn't see any humans.

"Roaaaaaar!"

At this moment, a loud sound came from the ground, startling Ron. He saw that it was a rank 9 beast, the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Ron had entered its territory.

Tyrant Wyrm was a type of Earth Dragon. It had strong defense and sharp teeth. Furthermore, it could spit out magic. Its speed was very fast and it was extremely difficult to deal with.

You know, a Tyrannosaurus Rex can spit fireballs into the air.

Oddly enough, when the tyrannosaur saw the man on top of the gargoyle, it lowered its voice, ignored Ron, and turned to leave.

"So it's this …"

Ron recognized this powerful fellow as well. He had once fought this ninth grade Tyrannosaurus Rex, but no one had won, and after that Ron wanted to fight with it again, but Ron didn't want to, and the moment he saw Ron coming, he'd run away and run even if his territory was violated, leaving Ron at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

"Forget it, it's better not to make things difficult for it …"

Actually, he knew that without the help of the soul ring, he wouldn't have been a match for this tyrannosaur of the ninth step.

The gargoyle crossed a mountain peak and came to the edge of a forest. At that moment, Ron saw more than a dozen figures appear in front of him. His eyes twitched and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Humans!"

Ron could tell at a glance that it was a human mercenary group, not many in number, only around a dozen people. From their clothing, it could be seen that they were a group of mercenaries.

"I've finally seen him …"

For the first time in months, he had seen humans.

Rönn landed on his gargoyle and quickly walked towards the group of people. He wanted to leave this place full of strange beasts. He wanted to walk around this place all day long and quickly leave the bird. Moreover, he wanted to know what kind of place this was.

Ron stopped right after they had taken a few steps. What would he do if these people received a bounty from the Holy Church to capture him?

Ron hesitated, then decided to scout out the other party's background first.

With a slight movement of his hand, a black crow soared into the sky and quietly landed on a tree not far from the human mercenaries.

There were priests, mages, swordsmen, thieves, archers, and so on. What surprised Ron was that most of the mercenaries were at the advanced stage of the soldier rank, and only one swordsman was a master level esper. Yet, such a team was able to make it all the way to this dangerous place?

Ron was impressed by this alone.

The leader was a swordsmaster in his twenties. He was wearing light armor, and his handsome face was a bit pale. He wiped the sweat off his face and complained, "It's so hot, this damn weather …"

A young female mage at the side frowned and said, "How strange, isn't the Plains of Despair a legendary dangerous place? Why haven't we touched a single beast on our way here? "

"Plains of Despair!"

Ron finally knew the name of this place, Despair! Plains! Heh, that name is really fitting.

After several months in the Plains of Despair, the taste was one that only Ron knew and appreciated, and even with the help of the Soul Ring, he had almost died a few times.

Ron continued to listen.

The party had rested for a long time, and talked for a long time, and Ron had heard a great deal from their conversation.

This was a mercenary group called "Waves", who had returned after completing their mission in the Magic Beast Empire. In order to hasten their journey, they split up, and the young female mage decided to cross the Plains of Despair and return to the Beastman Empire.

Returning to the Beastman Empire through the Plains of Despair could shorten the time by twenty days. After hesitating for a moment, the team leader decided to give it a try.

When they stepped into the Plains of Despair, they had agreed to follow the same path every time they encountered a large group of strange beasts.

This was originally a test of luck, but fortunately, they succeeded.

The "Waves" mercenary team did not encounter a large number of strange beasts along the way. Even if they did, they would only encounter a few weak strange beasts, which the mercenaries easily dealt with.

Until now, they still could not believe that they had made it all the way here. They even had the feeling that this was not the Plains of Despair. It was as if all the beasts had died here.

Ron was well aware that the mercenary team had come here after his bloody battle. The bloody battle had lasted for seven days and seven nights. He had almost killed all the beasts in the Plains of Despair, which was why this rash mercenary team had come all the way here.

It had to be said that their luck was indeed quite good.

Now that he knew where these people were from, Ron had let his guard down and decided to come out and talk to them, at least from their mouths, about what was going on outside.

"Awoooo …"

At this time, something unexpected happened. A sharp howl came from nowhere and dozens of hyenas came out like a well-trained army, surrounding this group of rash mercenaries.

"It's Aardwolf!" "Everyone, be careful..."

As the captain of the mercenary group, the face of the swordmaster was filled with fear.

All the mercenaries stood up involuntarily. The young female mage was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly fished out a weapon from her spatial space.

Facing a large group of hyenas, some of the mercenaries' legs began to tremble.

Aardwolf was a magical beast of the seventh rank. Just one was enough to completely annihilate this mercenary team, let alone several dozen. The way the group of mercenaries acted was a sign of their inexperience.

"Didn't they say that there are no large group of beasts in the Plains of Despair? Why did so many of them suddenly appear? "

The hand holding the two-handed sword was also trembling. With his strength, it was already good enough to deal with a hyena. Facing so many hyenas, the only outcome was — death!

"We're dead for sure..."

Facing a large group of Level 7 beasts, the young female mage shed tears of regret. This was because she was one of the people who insisted on walking the Plains of Despair.

Just as they were about to leave this place, they finally encountered an accident.

Aardwolf opened his mouth wide, saliva dripping from his sharp fangs. He stared at his prey with a fierce glint in his eyes.

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