Inside a hidden crypt on the edge of a Greenland forest.

The grass covered the narrow entrance.

A half-human-tall black-armored green-winged carrion beetle with corpse spots on its back flew close to the top of the grass, and four pairs of sharp, blade-like arthrops underneath it stabbed a dead human. Judging by the appearance of human clothing, it should be a low-level mercenary who broke into the Greenland forest for a bounty.

The carrion beetle circled around the entrance, not noticing any unusual movement, before landing on its wings near the entrance to the crypt. Soon, it dragged the mercenary's corpse headlong into the crypt and never moved again.

Enter the cave and pass through a narrow tunnel that spirals downward and winds to enter a huge crypt located 20 meters underground.

At this time, the crypt has become a giant hive. The floor and walls are covered in a strange fungus blanket that is soft to the touch and can be stepped on without reaching the surface of the feet, but it is extremely tough and resistant to strong acids and putrefaction.

In the center of the crypt are more than a dozen anthill-like mounds, but they are not made of ordinary dirt, but are filth formed by mixing the flesh residue left over from human devouring and digestion, wood chips, and wet soil.

It is densely covered with black holes, and if you look closely, you can vaguely see the strange larvae wriggling inside. Although they are only larvae, their piercing screams, ugly appearances, and short but terrifying forms full of ferocity all indicate that they are all terrible creatures that cannot be tolerated in the world.

The carrion beetles that flew in hovered through the cavern, and when they flew above a hive, the sickle-like arthropods beneath them churned wildly. The human mercenary's corpse was immediately torn into pieces of flesh, and all the warm blood poured onto the hive.

Sniffing and sucking fresh blood, the larvae in the hive immediately screamed restlessly, and white translucent heads poked out of the hole, frantically gnawing at the flesh and blood at the entrance of the hole. The rest of the hives that had not been given food erupted into a piercing hiss, making the whole cave almost deaf to the noise.

As the carrion beetles came in and out, the fresh blood food of the flowing water rack continued to water, and finally a hive was dug open by the larvae inside. More than twenty larvae of carrion beetles emerge and begin to lie on their stomachs on the fungus blanket for the first major evolution of insect life.

Their milky white translucent shells began to solidify and harden as soon as they encountered the clammy air, and with a terrible clattering sound, their backs gradually cracked through the entire back, and slowly stretched to the sides.

When the crack had reached a certain size, a monstrous worm poked out of it, sending out its first metallic screech towards the cold world.

Dozens of miles away, in a dimly lit jungle, the evil insect Ntik was watching coldly through the mottled shadows of the trees as a team of human mercenaries marched on guard. As if hearing a dense beep in the distance, Ntik looked back and smiled hideously at the hive's location.

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Inside the wizard's camp.

The War Witch Tower is rising at a surprising rate.

It has only been a dozen days, with a height of 213 meters, 2 floors underground, and 7 floors above ground, and the war witch tower has completed the construction of the tower body, and is in the stage of intense witchcraft transformation.

After all, such a rudimentary war witch tower did not use high-value special stones, but only local materials, using the most ordinary mountain stones and loose sand and gravel solidified by witchcraft. Such a material must not withstand the test of too harsh war.

Not to mention being bombarded by large-scale knight combat skills, even the terrifying self-weight of the Wu Tower is enough to crush the foundation stone at the bottom into powder.

Therefore, as the tower rises step by step, more than a dozen wizards have carved a solid witch array on each huge stone in the tower body day and night to enhance the bearing capacity of these stones. Moreover, these temporary witch arrays could not hinder the laying of the overall defense witch array of the witch tower in the later stage. Therefore, where each witch array should be etched and how it should be connected with each other, this kind of work seems simple, but it cannot be completed by a random wizard.

In addition to the construction of the War Witch Tower, the most lively place in the camp is the Witch Beast Synthesis Laboratory. A large number of jungle beasts were sent back to the camp from afar, and within an hour of coming out, they would turn into strange witch beasts, pouring into the jungle in groups of three or five.

The guarding of the outskirts of the camp was entrusted to the elite ghouls, all of whom were no weaker than the senior apprentices. They are a never-tireless sentry group, lurking in the bushes or canopy, and no creature with a human breath should come within 3 miles of the camp.

In addition to these standing forces, there are also wizards with strange abilities active at the edge of the jungle, monitoring the surrounding movements day and night. Those who broke into the jungle for a small bounty and land never took a single step out of the jungle.

In the last great war, there was no one who caused the most damage to the large number of demon knights than the plague toadstool. It is precisely because of the existence of this kind of toadstool that specializes in eroding rune energy and magic horses that the demon hunter knights have become tragic infantrymen, losing the advantage of coming and going like the wind in the past, crisscrossing the mountains and forests.

What works so well is, of course, to the best of its ability.

After this period of refinement and cultivation, a more contagious plague germ has been created and delivered to the lurkers of Blue Hill City through covert means. If it weren't for the fact that it was not to provoke the other party to act in advance, I am afraid that with the methods of wizards, Blue Hill City would have already become a dead city everywhere in tombs!

In the camp outside Blue Hill, the number of demon hunters is growing rapidly every day.

It seems that the powerful forces behind this plane have realized the danger of wizards and are frantically hoarding the strongest power. And through the secret way, the wizard camp has also received news that the strongest person in this plane, the fourth-order holy knight Willis, has also invited reinforcements from the mysterious Dragon Valley, and is rushing here day and night.

It is conceivable that the moment he arrives here must also be the moment when the demon hunters pour out.

Therefore, what the top leaders of the two sides can do is to constantly strengthen their own strength and consolidate their own advantages.

The two camps of demon hunters and wizards, like two crazy chariots that are constantly accelerating, are approaching each other at a terrifying speed. Maybe in the next second, they will collide head-on without reservation.

As for who wins and who loses, no one knows. The only thing you can know is that this is destined to be a life-and-death battle!

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It's been 21 days since the last bloody battle in the jungle.

One sunny afternoon, the opportunity for a great war came silently.

Silently carrying out his sorcery laboratory in the underground labyrinth, Grim was in a state of flux, and took out a contact crystal from his arms, which was flashing with dazzling light.

Grim's spirit penetrated into it, and Lord Fogen's cold and harsh voice immediately came into his mind.

"All wizards return to camp at once, and all wizards return to camp at once...... Wizards who did not return to camp within half an hour were to be convicted of defection. In addition, the Raven, the Plague, and the Blood Maiden continue to lurk as originally planned, awaiting further orders from me......"

War is finally coming!

Grim's heart was also slightly sunk.

For a plane war of this magnitude, no wizard dared to pat his chest to guarantee his safety. Even this 2nd Order Fugen-sama, who commands Ruoding, probably has a good chance of falling here. After all, after a big battle, he will definitely become the target of the opponent's plane powerhouse.

As for those two third-order wizards, although they have been here for some days, they have never stepped half a step out of the War Witch Tower. I don't know how much strength they can exert under the suppression of the powerful plane! After all, it will take a day and a night for a first-order wizard to fully adapt to the plane laws here, while a second-order wizard will need 5-7 days.

How long will it take for a wizard who is powerful to reach the third level?

With the slightest hint of doubt, Grim hastily packed up everything in the underground labyrinth, and then left the place with a flame jump.

And all over the jungle, some wizards who were busy with their respective tasks also received the witchcraft messages of Lord Fogen one after another, hurriedly discarded their work, and turned around and ran quickly in the direction of the camp.

After receiving the message, the evil worm Ntik did not rush back, but rushed to the area where the crypt was located. When his figure, hidden under a heavy burqa, appeared at the mouth of the crypt, a strange sound came from inside.

Immediately after, a terrifying carrion beetle crawled out of it and gathered around Ntik, raising its head and hissing sharply. And the insect head hidden in the shadow of the hood of Entik also hissed and screamed, as if communicating something with the scavenging beetles.

39 scavenging beetles!

All of them have terrifying strength that is not weaker than that of quasi-witches.

Once they gather into an army, I'm afraid that all Tier 1 wizards will have to flee to save their lives!

Glancing around at the loyal insect soldiers around him, Ntik finally had a feeling of raising his eyebrows in his heart.

Damn Mary, damn Grim, now that my Worm Army is formed, what else can you compare to me?

With a hint of satisfaction, Ntik strode in the direction of the camp.

The black-armored green-winged carrion beetle soared into the sky, its wings flapping rapidly, and flew above the treetops, like a huge dark cloud, closely following behind Ntik.

In the sky, there are those who sit on top of huge flying monsters, those who have cyan wind wings on their backs, and those who have turned into fierce beasts and run wildly......

For a while, the wizards scattered all over the jungle were rushing to the same place.

Wizard Camp!