If you look down at the vast plain under the dome from Saron's perspective at this moment, you can see that the originally calm riverbank seems to have received a silent order from a certain being, and the slimes and Kotao fishmen who are still working on the plain fungus carpet begin to retreat towards the river bank in a synchronized and orderly manner.

Obviously facing the pressure of the army, there was no panic in the slightest, which undoubtedly made the forces that Saron had secretly observed in them immediately raise their evaluation of this force that suddenly appeared in recent years and was entrenched on the riverbank to cultivate and develop silently.

After all, a brainless creature like a slime doesn't show any anthropomorphic overreaction when it is not harmed, but the Kou Tao Fishman is a typical obedient species that bullies the weak and fears the hard, and it is worth paying attention to being able to temper these timid warriors so well-trained.

If Levi knew what these good neighbors thought, he would probably laugh off the big teeth that had just been replaced, where did the Kou Tao fishman come from, and where did he come from what is well-trained, it is obviously a strange creature like a slime that is born with a lack of roots.

At the same time, thousands of slimes mixed with sporadic Kotao fishmen emerged from the riverbank, and because the slimes were so dense, they were like a rising tide for a while, flooding towards the fungus blanket on the riverbank.

If this army of monsters at the bottom of the dark region seems to have a bit of momentum that can bluff people, then at this moment, the end of the wasteland seems to be a black cloud overpowering the realm.

The 'army' led by the gnolls had poured out of the hive-like labyrinth of caverns on the west side of the vault.

Among them, the largest number is the underground goblins, there are five or six thousand people at a glance, these creatures that are obviously different from their ground cousins because they have lived in the dark region for a long time, and have been oppressed by all kinds of intelligent populations all year round, so most of them are short and thin, there is not even a fig leaf, there is no defense at all, and the weapons are naturally not decent, most of them are stone tools and bone knives that are polished by themselves, and there are also some slingshots and arrows made of animal tendons, but due to the inferior and rough material, the five steps and the like may still retain some lethality。

Although there was no phalanx to speak of, it was somewhat shocking as the chaotic and hungry goblin army swept over the slopes and stone pillars like a black tide.

And when they suddenly saw the endless edible fungus blanket in front of them, they suddenly accelerated as if they had transformed into an army of ghouls.

Around the goblin army, hundreds of monitor lizard-mounted gnolls were running wildly along the way, and they should be considered one of the main forces of this monster army and scouts.

Although there is no uniform standard of leather armor and weapons, they are basically equipped with long knives, stone hammers or iron chain shackles, once they find a lone goblin trying to escape, or stay in place and eat mushrooms frantically, they will not hesitate to slash to death, and some will even pick up corpses in public and eat them.

On the one hand, they are indeed hungry, and on the other hand, it can deter these unobedient greenskins, who don't seem to care about their death rate.

Yes, they really don't care, if it is placed in the surface world, such a goblin army is gathered together, and if it encounters a remote town without high-level professionals, it can indeed cause serious losses or even slaughter the city.

But this is a dark region where food is extremely scarce, and there are so many races that are good at spell casting and psionic control that any group of charms or psychic explosions can crush them.

Therefore, to a certain extent, these goblins who were driven to the forefront were not their army, but cannon fodder and military rations, even if they did not die after the war, they were to be slaughtered and eaten in captivity.

After all, goblins are creatures that can be found in all corners of the material world, they can be said to be flooded, comparable to Xiaoqiang, they eat almost everything, and like dragons, there is no reproductive isolation, so they always like to capture all the humanoid females they can see for reproduction, and the reproductive cycle is extremely short, which is one of the reasons why they are notorious throughout Corell.

It is even said that there was an adventurer on the surface who was famous for hunting goblins, which was written into the biography and was used as a topic of mixed criticism.

In the underground world, this kind of goblin that can catch a large group of goblins at any time like rat people and mushroom people is naturally not worth cherishing, but is regarded as a mobile meat animal by many races, and is not even qualified to be a slave!

Since morning and evening are to be consumed, how can they bear to let these damned hungry ghosts waste their precious food.

And behind these cannon fodder armies is the main force of this invasion of this vault:

A tribe of twenty ogres, and a small army of two to three hundred Dillo dwarves.

Ogres are a common species, with adult ogres being up to ten feet tall and lacking wood underground, so most of them carry cylindrical stalagmites as weapons. Their dark brown skin was covered with black warts, their hair was long, unkempt and greasy, and they wore simply treated fur and leather, but they still couldn't hide their natural disgusting body odor.

This can be seen from the Dillo dwarves who are far away from them, and not many creatures are willing to be comrades with these monsters who want to taste everything and eat the control spells of the Kyojin and attack their allies at every turn.

In contrast, the Dilo dwarves are characteristic species of the Dark Lands, most of them have sallow yellow hair on their shoulders, unkempt dirt, and beards and short beards. Their eyes were grayish-white and unrefreshed, and their pupils were barely indistinguishable. It is covered from head to toe with colorless skin, revealing blue veins and copper-colored arteries under the skin.

This translucent skin tissue lacks protection from the sun, and if thrown to the surface, the average Dilo dwarf will die in less than a day's exposure, but it provides the Dilo dwarf with some magic resistance. There is no known reason for this natural resistance, and it can only be related to the epidermis of the Dillo dwarves. This is perhaps ironic: their ugly cursed resistance skin is a permanent obstacle to their integration into other civilizations, but one of the few strengths they have against other biological races.

No one knows when such a freak was born among the dwarves, the earliest hypotheses are that the Dillor dwarves are actually direct descendants of the dwarves and the ghost woman pair, and there are also theories that the Dillo dwarves are descendants of a cursed dwarven family, but the most scholars agree that they are the product of a hybrid of dwarf and human blood. A myth that has been passed down to the Dülo dwarves themselves tells the story of a mysterious human tribe who enslaved a dwarven clan long ago, using the power of the demons of the abyss to breed and breed with the women of the captive clan.

Because of this, the Dwarves of Dilo are neither recognized and accepted by the dwarves, nor do they integrate into humans, and it is also because of this that when they face dwarves and humans, they are both inferior by envy and hated by jealousy.

It's a pathetic race, but no one has mercy for it.

At this point, this sudden monster alliance can be regarded as completely presented from the darkness to the eyes of all forces, and it also makes the vast majority of forces secretly beat drums in their hearts, killing the desire to fight for this territory.

But what is strange to everyone is that the master behind this invasion of the riverbank territory has not appeared for a long time, and the cerebellum can think that the gnolls who are a little laborious to drive away the goblins alone have no ability to integrate those ogres and Dilo dwarves, or that none of the three have the ability to integrate the other two.

However, the leader of the gnoll seemed to have been instructed by the master behind the scenes, and seeing that the group of slimes and kotao fishmen from the river bank were still a few moments away, he used his whip to drive the monitor lizards under him around the front of the army, ready to seize the opportunity to prepare for a pre-battle mobilization speech to deepen the master's impression of him.

I saw him pull out the long knife on his waist and point it at the messy goblins, "Bastards, listen to me!

However, before he could call out his name, there was a terrible sound in the sky, as if something was approaching rapidly.

"Many, many, Dora... Run, a, aa!" The gnoll beside him looked back, his eyeballs almost popped out, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, in the face of life and death, he couldn't care about it anymore, and stabbed the monitor lizard in the ass, and the monitor lizard screamed in pain and rushed forward.

This move also allowed him to escape.

Just as he left his original position, a rapidly growing shadow enveloped the place.

All the creatures only seemed to see an incomparably large crimson figure, like a meteorite falling from the sky, directly on the head of the gnoll leader who had not yet been able to call out his name.

With a tooth-aching thud and a terrifying tremble, the massive red figure swooped down into the goblin army less than ten feet apart after smashing the hapless gnoll leader into a puddle of meatloaf, like a red-hot millstone crushed into the courtyard covered with red kokou fruit.

For a while, I don't know how many goblins and the gnoll overseers who were mixed in with it were swept into this flesh mill that fell from the sky before they could react, and in this wail one after another, they turned into a flesh road more than twenty feet long, enough for seven or eight gnolla knights to go side by side.

The original lush fungus carpet has been replaced by broken bones, internal organs, and rivers of blood, like overturned paint trays.

This terrifying sight like an abyssal purgatory plunged the entire Dome Plain into an eerie silence.

"More, more, more than Rahgon—" Doug Dragon Cooker, who was also watching all this on the hillside, swallowed and spat out the truth that the jackal wanted to say but didn't have time to spit out.

A red dragon...

A red dragon that seems to want to make a handsome debut, but for some reason it slipped.

But because of his unintentional horrific massacre, it caused a more shocking appearance effect.