Cold Bamboo City

Fang Yuan swung the iron axe vigorously, and every time he could chop, he would leave a trace on the big tree in front of him...

He is a lumberjack, and this is a lumberyard in the south of the city.

As he swung the axe again and again, his muscles became more and more sore, and a lot of sweat oozed from his back.

Tired... But I can't rest yet... Fang Yuan looked at the trunk that was as hard as iron, and a sense of powerlessness came to his heart.

"Old Fang, forget it, you can't cut it, this [Mo Linmu] is notoriously hard, and you are not one of those professionals who can do martial arts, so you can't do this. There was someone who worked with him next to him and persuaded him.

"No matter how hard it is, it's just wood!" Fang Yuan was also a stubborn person, he slashed at the big tree again, but the tree was fine, and the anti-shock force almost made him throw the axe out, and the tiger's head was in a sharp pain.

But fortunately, it didn't hurt.

"Hey..." the man next to him couldn't help but sigh, "Old Fang, why are you so stubborn, if you hurt your body, what will happen to your wife and children?"

"Can this tree hurt me?" Fang Yuan said stiffly.

"I know you're not happy with the new field manager's rules, but this rule is set by others, and we still expect this job to be eaten. The person next to him said helplessly.

A month ago, the lumber yard in the south of the city had a new owner, and the old farmer, who had been kind and talkative, retired, and his youngest and most beloved grandson took over the lumberyard.

As soon as the new field manager took office, he added a series of rules, everyone must cut a [Molin Tree] every month and hand it in, otherwise they will deduct their wages as compensation...

In fact, the purpose of the new field manager was to reduce the wages of the workers, and any task was just an excuse, and it was impossible for ordinary people to shake this ink wood, which was harder than iron, so this task was impossible to complete from the beginning.

Then the people in the field reluctantly accepted it, after all, they were the bosses, and if they objected, they would definitely be swept away, and most of the workers relied on this job to support their families.

Only stubborn people like Fang Yuan were still trying to cut down those ink trees.

"You just thought about paying taxes at the time, don't get along with yourself. The man next to him continued to persuade.

Fang Yuan was about to say something, when he suddenly felt that the sky had darkened, he was slightly stunned, could it be a rainstorm? He raised his head slightly, blood-red clouds covered the southern sky, and it was still spreading to this side at an alarming speed!

"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan was stunned.

The birds and beasts in the forest were all boiling, and they ran frantically towards the north, and one or two deer, who were usually extremely afraid of people, rushed into the lumber yard in a panic, and then ran desperately north.

The workers present were not stupid, and they immediately understood that there was something about to happen, and animals were often more sensitive to disasters than humans, so they hurriedly followed and ran north.

As soon as Fang Yuan ran a few steps, the blood-red cloud spread overhead! A faint smell of blood suddenly broke into his nose, Fang Yuan couldn't help frowning, and tightly grasped the iron axe in his hand.

"Ahh

"That's... What!" someone exclaimed, "Ahhhhh

However, more and more skeletons and zombies are coming out of the forest, their eyes rippling with blue flames, they are cheering, they are about to have a feast!

This is the fresh flesh and blood of the living that they have been longing for!

"Run...!" fear flowed, and the workers ran for their lives north. The simple wooden fence of the lumberyard couldn't stop these crazy undead.

"What's wrong, what's wrong..."On the ten-meter-high stone tower in the middle of the lumberyard, the new owner who opened the window when he heard the noise outside, froze.

The blood clouds coming from the north, the raging undead, the workers constantly being chased by the faster undead, and then there is a terrible picture...

The young owner is a sixth-level natural magician, he is a graduate of Hanzhu Vocational College last year, he has not long inherited this lumberyard, and he originally wanted to develop his own business... But now...

"Ice Cone Array!" the young owner shouted, the light blue light mist quickly condensed into magical lines, the blue mist continued to condense into a foot-long ice pick, those ice picks shot down frantically, penetrating dozens of skeletons and zombies, but soon, more zombies and skeletons rushed out of the forest...

No, you can't wait to die on this... When the young owner just wanted to jump, a huge figure came out of the forest, it was a big fat man covered in tatters, two meters high and two meters wide...!

Hate!

Abomination shook the stone tower violently with a punch, causing the stone tower to shake violently...

"Ice Sword!" the young owner gritted his teeth, and the blue mist once again formed the lines of magic, only this time it was a more powerful ice sword!

The blue ice sword fell from the sky, slammed into the body of the abomination, and... The sword pierced half of the abomination's body, and splattered with splattered blood and disgusting fat, but the abomination slammed into the stone tower as if it were unaffected!

The young farmer suddenly failed to stabilize his body, and almost fell headlong, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and fear and despair overflowed in his heart.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, climbed from the window to the top of the stone tower, and...

"Ice Pillar!" he put his hands at his feet, and the light blue mist once again condensed the lines of magic, which seemed to be engraved on the ground, and after a while, the blue icicles suddenly rose from the ground, and suddenly lifted him up to the sky...

He could only think of such a way now, and he used the ice-based [Ice Condensation Technique] to fix half of his body in the ice body to avoid being shaken down...

He didn't know if it would work, but it was the only thing he could think of, just wait until someone came to the rescue... The big men in the city won't sit idly by and watch these undead wreak havoc...

He subconsciously looked up to look into the distance, and the endless clouds of black and red on the horizon occupied his field of vision...

He saw clearly, those were [Corpse Birds], [Wraiths]...

Finally, as soon as he gritted his teeth, he cast a secondary spell on himself, [Eagle Eye Technique]. He'd never used all his magic to cast Eagle Eye, and his eyes were so hot that they almost melted...

His gaze looked further south, and he wondered where these damn things came from!

Scorched black trees, blood-colored rivers flowing down from the trees... He remembered what seemed to be an elven empire there... There seems to be the Tree of Origin...