How deep is the thunder pool?

The answer was less than a hundred feet. Little Weir plunged into it. He felt a lot of pressure just after sinking for dozens of feet, and he was about to float up. At this moment, a strange undercurrent wrapped him and suddenly pulled him into the depths of the thunder pool.

A "boom!" sound fell at the bottom of the thunder pool. The feet were not the flat ground or the soft mud, but countless white bones, the white bones of the thunder giant.

Powerful weapons and armor were scattered on the ground, and the space at the bottom of the thunder pool was quite huge, even more than ten times larger than above. The corpses of countless giants were incomplete, but the powerful aura still existed. Each one was at least level 4, including the bones of the fifth-level thunder giants.

Could the Thunder Pool be the cemetery of the Thunder Giant?

No, it's impossible!

The Thunder Giant could not use his tomb to create a thunder pool, and no one would abuse himself so madly.

"Stop him!" A faint voice lingered in his ears, the sound was slight but extremely clear.

"Who? Come out!" Little Weir, who successfully completed the promotion, felt unprecedentedly powerful. After the Thunder Giant transformed, the feeling that the Thunder Pool gave him was no longer a painful torture, but was as comfortable as if he was soaked in a hot spring. Straws of thunder and lightning entered his body to nourish his body and strength.

The comfort after the pain almost made him hum, but the sudden sound and the undercurrent of thunder and water tangled around him made him secretly alert.

"Stop him, stop him!"

The sound was still lingering in my ears, and this time it became clearer.

"Who are you? Who do you want me to stop? How to stop it?" Little Weir's aura and strength quickly converged, and he adapted to the current strength and body little by little, improving too much at one time, and his body was also exerted too much by the old giant, which made him feel a little unfamiliar.

Amid the sound of "Crash~", strands of blood-red light gathered between the white bones at the bottom of the thunder pool, and in a blink of an eye it condensed into a blood-red giant three meters tall. This giant is as tall as a young giant, but has a face full of vicissitudes.

It seemed that Little Weil's strange expression was seen, and a sad expression appeared on the face of the Sanzhang Giant: "My dear tribe, please forgive me, I can only meet you in this way. After all, I had completely died three thousand years ago, and died at the hands of that madman."

"My dear tribe, the breath on your body is very strange. Can you tell me your identity?" The blood-red giant stared at Little Vir, who was also looking at the three-meter-high giant. The breath on his body was very weak and could not pose much threat to himself.

At the moment of identification, the information of the blood-red giant came into his mind. Countless thoughts turned around. Little Weir sat down with difficulty, making him as equal to the three-meter giant as possible, but the height difference was too big. Even when sitting, Little Weir was a little taller than him.

"My name is Virde Crane, who is an outsider who entered here through the twelve palaces." Little Vir's words made the blood-red giant on the opposite side ripple, and his unstable body almost re-cut into a ball of blood.

"Finally, can someone finally come here through the seal of the twelve palaces? And they are also descendants of our Thunder Giant!" The blood-red giant's eyes rolled, and the same blood-red tears shed.

Little Weir slowly stretched out his right hand, and the twelve clear lines on it appeared in front of the blood-red giant. "I have not passed the real ability of the twelve palaces. I rely more on bloodlines to barely pass the level when the giants guarding the gate let the water go. At the same time, I promised to go to the secret realm where their race is located to see their situation and give some help. Well, this help depends on the situation."

Hearing Little Weir's last words, the blood-red giant couldn't help laughing: "Pass means passing. No matter what method you pass, you have obtained the mark of the twelve palaces, and you have the power to decide the opening and closing of the seal of the twelve palaces, and you have the power to leave here with the spoils, no matter what the spoils are, how precious it is."

"The creators of the twelve houses cannot stop it. This is an agreement that they could not overturn on themselves."

"Child, you've come too late, at least three thousand years later!" The blood-red giant looked at Little Virgin, and his serious excitement slowly faded, and he sighed: "If you could come three thousand years earlier, everything would be different."

Soon the blood-red giant brought back what Little Weir wanted to know. He was originally a fifth-level Thunder Giant master, second only to the top management of the Thunder King. He naturally knew a lot of things clearly and even participated in them.

After the first battle for Hell Gate, the Giant tribe won terrible victory, and it could not even be described as victory. It was just that the gate of Hell was temporarily closed and a temporary breathing opportunity was obtained. The Giant tribe knew the power of hell, and also knew that the hell lord had obtained the plane coordinates of this world, and the next battle was not far away.

In order to deal with the next hell invasion, the giants must recover as soon as possible and even improve their strength, so they targeted the same heavy losses in all races!

At this moment, the gods and the dragon clan joined forces to directly suppress the giant clan.

The conditions they proposed were too harsh and were unacceptable to the giants. Just as they were about to rise up to resist, the god of death, Ramod quietly came to visit the Thunder King, and proposed a method to openly repair the plank road and secretly travel to Chen Cang, which could allow the Thunder Giant tribe to pass the level smoothly.

However, the help of the god of death Ramod is not unconditional. On the contrary, the conditions he proposed are quite harsh and demanded a lot of rewards. However, compared with the life and death of the Thunder Giant clan, these costs are really nothing.

The god of death Ramod and the top leaders of the Thunder Giant discussed for a whole night, and finally reached a preliminary agreement and signed a soul contract, which both parties must not violate.

Of course, this contract is more about restraining the God of Death. If the contract is breached, Lamod will lose the God of Death, which is definitely the most serious punishment for the gods. Therefore, the Thunder Giant is very confident and Lamod dare not breach the contract.

Moreover, they were not without leaving a back-up to split the blood clan and handing over the Kingdom of Blood God to Ramod is one of them. The Thunder Giant is very confident and confident that the blood clan dare not betray them. Compared with the God of Death Ramod alone, the Thunder Giant tribe is undoubtedly stronger, and they also control the other half of the Blood God Divine Character, which is their biggest weapon to restrict the blood clan.

When the Giant League Joint Conference decided whether to accept the conditions of the Twelve Strong Ones, the Thunder Giant, after the Earth Giant and Giant Tree Man, chose to accept the compromise with conditions. However, many details need to be discussed. The Giant League can temporarily give in, but must retain the hope of returning.

The plank road is built openly and secretly travels to Chen Cang. If you can return through the plank road openly, Chen Cang’s small road can be ignored. The Thunder Giant returns through the path of the God of Death, it will cost a lot afterwards. If the Thunder Giant is not going to take this path until the last moment.

Moreover, this road may not be easy to walk, and the god of death Ramod is not a good bird himself.

The flame giant has unclear attitude, the frost giant firmly opposes, and the Thunder Giant has the conditional compromise. Under the oppression of the twelve strong men, the giant clan is finally forced to enter the exile land. This fifteen sixth-level strong men used a large number of hell demon corpses above the fourth level.

The giants almost emptyed the entire giant royal court, let alone the palace buildings, and even the ore below was not spared, and they even took half of the affiliated races. If it weren't for time not allowing them, they even planned to take away all the things they controlled, and Dayou looked like he wanted to leave and let the twelve strong men resist the demons of hell, and they sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

The resentful giants plundered the world resources and took away too many things, but did not leave the high-end civilization belonging to the giants. They hoped to see the twelve strong men touching the hell demons, and then turned their heads to beg them, and then recovered from rest and recuperation, and their strength increased greatly, so that the giants drove out the hell demons and revitalize the world overlord's power.

"The land of exile is rich in its foundation, and the things taken away by the giants are very powerful. If we go on one step at a time, it will be a day when we regain our strengths. However, we still underestimated the methods of the twelve strong men. The seal of the twelve palaces is a big problem!" The blood-red giant's eyes were on the top of his head.

"What are the twelve alien spaces? So what about the twelve fifth-level masters? None of these can stop the impact of the giants. However, the twelve sixth-level strong men are not something that the giants can compete with before. The giants also need time to recover their vitality. We also have treasures for the Jedi counterattack in our hands, but unfortunately..."

The seeds of division have been planted before entering the exile land. They are used to the giants who are arrogant and arrogant. They cannot cooperate sincerely with each other. Their selfish desires begin to ferment slowly under limited space and resources. Split is inevitable, and their own little thoughts have made them miss the best counterattack and opportunity to escape.

By the time they find something wrong, the trump card in their hands has lost its meaning.
Chapter completed!