Burning Wood is an ancient village located in the eastern part of Middle-earth, about 80 miles from Dolgodo. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The village was not called this before, and as for what it was originally called, probably even the eldest person in the village does not remember, only that it was one of the villages of the skin-changing people in the past, and the ancestors of these ordinary humans were all slaves and tenants of the skin-changing people... and snacks.

Until thousands of years ago, Sauron coveted the power of the skin-changing people, sent an army to capture a large number of skin-changing people, and conducted all kinds of cruel research in the name of entertainment, trying to solve the mystery of the transformation of the skin-changing.

Whether Sauron succeeded or not, ordinary people can't say for sure, but everyone in the village knows that since then, no skinned person has returned.

As a result, the original slaves and tenants inherited the land and the village, and became the owners of the village.

Generations of houses have collapsed and rebuilt, the land is barren and fertile, and today the village is the only village that can barely survive, and the overly tall buildings are no longer visible in the village.

Due to Sauron's curse on the Skin-Changing Homeland, ordinary people were reluctant to approach it at all, Mordor's soldiers and even wandering goblins would deliberately avoid it during hunting, and many of the young people in the village preferred to settle in nearby towns, so that only the Burning Wood Village remained standing strongly.

Because of this, Burning Wood Village became the only lucky one in this demonic disaster.

The inhabitants of these villages were not actually affected by any curses, otherwise the outside world would not have accepted those who were willing to leave the village, let alone the vicious* incidents of the villagers gradually losing their minds.

In the surroundings of Burning Wood Village, except for the relatively barren land, children are more likely to die, and ordinary people can barely live well, and they are generally stronger than outsiders.

Especially in the absence of exploitation by the aristocratic class, no matter how difficult the famine years are, everyone can get food and clothing.

Goode is a hunter in Burning Wood Village, and he happens to be on duty today.

Although for some special reason, the village is easily immune to evil creatures, but the village also has fences and sentry posts to keep out ordinary carnivorous beasts, and also to prevent children from getting lost, so the village also has a village and guards.

The sleepy-eyed Goode was still regretting that he couldn't eat fresh game today, when he suddenly felt the ground start to shake, and then saw a few small black spots in the distance.

Soon, the shaking of the ground began to become more regular and more frequent, and every household and livestock began to make a fuss, and even the village chief, who was nearly seventy years old, trotted out of the courtyard in panic.

Goode had good eyesight and quickly discovered the source of the tremors, and of course it was difficult not to find out about their heads.

"That's... What kind of monster are they!"

Goode's mouth was open, and his throat was a little dry.

He prayed to Iluvita, to Sauron, that these monsters were not against them!

Sadly, they had long since turned their backs on Iluvita's faith, and the Demon Lord... I'm precarious now. Apparently it had also forgotten about this small place, and a group of people who had been mistaken for a leader by their subordinates.

No one heard Goode's prayers.

Hundreds of demons who were more than twenty meters tall just crushed by Kimura and headed straight towards Dolgoto!

Roslorian and Galadriel stared coldly at the scout leader, there was even a storm brewing in her eyes, and even the attendants beside her felt the biting chill emanating from her.

"You mean, where I asked you to wait, there weren't any reinforcements at all?"

Galadriel's voice was calm, but the scout was completely afraid to look at her gloomy expression.

"It's... Yes, Her Majesty, although it is true that there are large troops... A lot of traces of passing, however, there really are none..."

The scout was still reporting, and suddenly he felt a huge force lift him away, and he was thrown out of the clouds!

"Enough!"

Galadriel retorted, his eyes turned golden, and his voice was a little out of tune, with a neutral majesty, as if the gods in the sky were roaring angrily.

Soon, she realized her gaffe, the scout who was lying on the ground not far away and was crunched by the bones of the invisible force, and before she had time to despair, she felt the pressure on her body loosen, and immediately sweated profusely and gasped.

"Your Majesty... It's my fault..."

The Scout Captain was still struggling to get up and plead guilty, but Galadriel regained his composure, and with a wave of his hand, a stream of moisturizing water vapor rushed to the Scout Captain, and the Sindar Spirit instantly felt that the pain all over his body was relieved, and then heard the Queen's soft voice:

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry, I'm so excited. ”

The queen's apology was not something anyone could bear, and neither could the elf, who immediately choked up with gratitude.

Galadriel is not an unreasonable person, at least in the opinion of outsiders, this is just another proof.

In fact, she doesn't bother to show her pride in front of ordinary people. Ordinary people, just like the Sinda elves who are obsessed and adoring in front of them, don't even have the qualifications to let her be arrogant and angry with her.

Waving his hand for the attendant to help the man down for further treatment, Galadriel walked to the window alone, feeling the arrogant flames that were already very close to the north, and the faint evil aura to the southwest.

She couldn't help but clench her right hand holding the window pivot, and with a click, the wooden pivot of the column was directly crushed by her.

"Helen, go and call Saruman and the others to me. ”

The queen's calm voice came, and an elven maid guarding the door immediately bowed her head respectfully, and hurriedly trotted out with broken steps.

The queen did not look back, still staring out the window, her expression was calm and quiet, as if she was enjoying the scenery of late winter and early spring outside the house, only the golden flame burned in her eyes, setting off monstrous waves.

"Evil one, dare to fool me, and you will regret it. ”

Ling Qi couldn't hear the queen's voice, so he didn't regret it.

When he came to the battlefield where the Kalim people had fought off demons by courage and numbers, the war against the three hundred demons of the 8,000 necromantic legions he had assigned here was nearing its end.

The 8,000 Necromantic Legion, even if the backbone is withdrawn, the average combat effectiveness can reach the new level, which is already a qualified soldier requirement in the human world.

The level of combat skills of the undead is far from that high, but they are not afraid of death and do not get tired, so their combat effectiveness is much higher than that of ordinary living creatures, except for attribute restraint.

As for the disadvantage of physical inflexibility, in group battles, the disadvantages are much smaller than in individual or small-scale battles.

But with such an army, Ling Qi was confident that he could resist twice as many demons on the other side of the river, but in the face of ten times the number of new demons, what they were waiting for was a one-sided slaughter!

There is obviously a hierarchy between the demons, and the demons last time were only huge, which was their biggest and only advantage, and their combat level was simply peasant-level.

This time, the demon is a real warrior, not only is the equipment better and more perfect, but even the combat style, and even the coverage of special talents, are not comparable to the last wave!

The 8,000 necromantic legions, fearless of death-defying attacks, caused only single digits of demon casualties!

Although none of the remaining Majin look intact, and some of the Majin armor is almost scrapped, the basic number is still there!

Ling Qi turned into a giant eagle, just watching from a distance, frowning slightly!

The size of the demon is what he cares about the most, and the huge size will bring a huge strength advantage, which will naturally lead to a disadvantage in agility, which is due to the rules of this world and cannot be avoided.

Therefore, the difference in fighting style, no matter how subtle the moves, fall into the hands of such a giant, there is nothing exciting to speak of.

The flow of combat skills, an elite demon, is at most twice as good at fighting ordinary demons, at least in the current plane.

However, the equipment, as well as the natural ability, these two points made Ling Qi deeply helpless.

Against the giant demons of the past, the really powerful elven archers can probably kill with one hit, and the garbage orc classes can also rely on the accumulation of numbers, accumulate large injuries with small injuries, and grind them to death.

But now, it's not easy to penetrate their whole body blue steel armor, not to mention that some demons actually have exaggerated self-healing abilities, which are simply a weakened version of the immortal body, effectively avoiding one-hit kills, and being immune to most minor injuries!

With their size, they are already like mobile fortresses when they are covered with heavy armor, and if they have various natural abilities, they will immediately upgrade to a fortress that will repair itself at any time, or an alternative mobile powder magazine!

The Giant Spider Legion that Ling Qi had specially prepared for them might not be useful against these overly powerful demons, because there was no place to put their mouths at all, and even Ling Qi suspected that half of these demons were immune to the biotoxins he had specially developed for them!

Soon, Ling Qi judged the form, the destruction of the undead army was inevitable, and those human warriors in the rear probably couldn't help, but fortunately, he never put hope on this!

But since he came, he wasn't going to come in vain!

Ling Qi fluttered his wings and flew into the air on the battlefield, and the monster that was fighting below, which was particularly tall, fifty or sixty meters tall, and half a body taller than the demon commander he had ever seen, actually glanced up.

Its scarlet gaze failed to frighten Ling Qi, Ling Qi sneered in his heart, and instantly turned into a gilded rainbow, bathed in bright sunshine!

A massive amount of light began to condense around him, and Ling Qi narrowed his eyes in pleasure as he felt the power that had once disgusted him.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled, with his control of the light at the moment, why hadn't he been able to form a rule?

Soon, Ling Qi stopped thinking about this question, because he had already condensed enough power of the Light Judgment!

For the first time in his life, he wanted to represent justice and judge these evil demons.

An absurd trial.