Hugh Frankenstein remembers vividly the route he once ran from, even though there was no road in the Bled Mountains. Only the faint sunlight from the sky guided them in their direction.

Led by Hugh Frankenstein, Oli William and the warriors behind him consciously formed a column, and they followed Hugh Frankenstein's horseshoe prints in an orderly manner.

The bleak scene of the Bled Mountains is no different from that of the entrance to the mountains, but it is more rugged; In addition, the charred black land spread like a plague in the mountainous area. There is no doubt that this mountainous area was once densely covered with forests, as evidenced by the remains of ancient trees that dotted the mountains but turned into black charcoal. It is worth mentioning that the plant that grew in the dense wreckage of the ancient tree, it looked like a majestic king at first glance, but the soldiers knew that this was the Trian strain in Hugh Frankenstein's mouth, although the powerful sword-shaped blades were bubbling with a cloud of pale yellow steam, and the attractive color of the leaves looked as pure as Talc green jade, but this Trian strain was a complete demon, and under the seemingly quiet but slightly shaking branches, there were white bones piled up, they came from all kinds of creatures, From the broken bones of mountain rats to the bones of unknown giant creatures, most of the bones showed yellow-brown marks, and the sabertooth blades on the bones showed his hideous face when they looked closely, and the leaves were covered with hairy barbs, but they shot out a strange yellowish halo.

Hugh Frankenstein's crotch stomped on the charcoal-black withered grass on the ground, and the last form of the withered grass was immediately shattered.

Hugh Frankenstein issued a warning to the soldiers as he puffed up a puff of soot-like smoke, pointing to the exuberant, but extremely strange trees, "These are the plants that you must not touch, even the fallen leaves." There's more to come, and the way forward is to bypass these Trian strains. Keep up! ”

His voice echoed through the mountains, until it turned into an eerie 'giggle' laugh, like a mockery of the Bled Mountains.

The warning sound that was still echoing changed tone, and Ollie William and the soldiers just nodded silently, vigilantly observing their surroundings, and from time to time they looked up slightly at the seductive but threatening Trian strain, the dry bones under the strain made them feel as if they were pervasive death.

The echo had already seeped into their hearts. Even the battle-hardened Ollie William couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, rubbing the short, blunt golden beard on his chin, and his eyes seemed to see a pair of faint vicious eyes staring at these strange humans who dared to step into this mountain of death.

The deeper you go into the Bled Valley, the lower the terrain becomes, and it looks like a terrifying crater that has been smashed into the Bled Mountains.

The Trian strain inside the crater is also unusually luxuriant, and there are no more dry bones gathering on the ground, and it looks like a calm forest of tall trees. But Hugh Frankenstein did not take Ollie William and his subordinates through this pit full of the Trian strain, but tried to rely on the foothills of the dead mountain on the edge of the Bled Mountains, where the Trian strain was relatively weak, even so, their feet were still a more fluffy layer of ash, as long as they stepped lightly, the charcoal black ash could not be overridden without suspense, and the loneliness and depression made the soldiers already in a panic step by step.

"Ahh My feet! Suddenly there was a scream of a warrior from behind the column at the foot of the mountain, and this scream was full of pain, which made everyone's hearts tighten, and then another scream came from it, and everyone turned pale.

"My hands!" The soldiers in the column all immediately stopped, looked at the soldier who let out a miserable cry in horror, only to see that the soldier had already fallen in pain, and the hand holding the instep of his foot was immediately released, and the palm of the hand waving in spasmodic was sticking to the sword leaf of the Trian strain that could not be shaken off, and the surrounding soldiers retreated and dodged in fear, shouting in their mouths, "Don't go near him." Beware of being pricked by the blades! ”

The color of death soon began to spread across the warrior's instep and palm, black mucus appeared from his wounds, and black spots spread rapidly along the blood veins on the instep of his feet and wrists, and he kept reaching out and clutching his throat, and his mouth made a muffled grunt that could only be heard by a few words, "Kill me!" Goo, kill me! I'm so miserable, give me pleasure! ”

Hugh Frankenstein's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but roar angrily, "I tell you to be careful of the sword leaves of this Trian strain!" What the hell are you guys doing! Look, this guy undoubtedly paid the price for his carelessness, and the Grim Reaper will definitely take his life! ”

"Old general, can this poison be solved? We need to help him, he's going to die! With excruciating pain! Ollie William witnessed the tremendous changes in the warrior's body, and for a time he was also bluffed.

"If this poison could be cured, I wouldn't have walked through this mountainous area on just two legs at that time!" Hugh Frankenstein let out a long sigh and grasped the Great Arcana Cross hanging from his chest, "Only pray that Arcana will redeem his soul." ”

"General, it's not that we're careless, we've tried to avoid the mess of sword leaves, but the leaves of this Trian strain don't come from the ground, but from the top of our heads. It fell from a branch on its own. The soldiers wept and pointed to the top of their heads.

The poisoned warrior's body began to erode, and he began to convulse as he lost his senses, and after a while he lost his breath, and his skin quickly turned grayish-brown.

"He's dead!" There was desperation in the cries of the fighters, and quite a few began to cough and retch.

"Shut your mouths for me!" Hugh Frankenstein's strip of wet cloth covering his mouth and nose began to shake, though he didn't. The strip of wet cloth that hit his face made him suddenly startled, "It's not good, it's going to be windy!" The wind blows off the leaves of these strains. It also brings a lot of poisonous mist! When the time comes, the poisonous leaves in the sky will come at us like a rain of arrows! The poisonous fog will make it impossible for us to breathe!! Raise your shield above your head to temporarily block out any fallen leaves! Come on! ”

"Him! He! He is resurrected! Hugh Frankenstein's words were not finished, and the warriors exclaimed, and the festering warrior just now suddenly flipped up in a daze after he was out of breath, and let out a muffled whine from his mouth, and walked straight to the trunk of the Trian strain, feeling like he had been summoned by some kind of mystery.

"This must be evil witchcraft!" Ollie William grabbed the reins of his horse and yelled eagerly, "Stop him!" ”

"Don't go!" Hugh Frankenstein was too late to stop it.

"His eyes were foggy! Ah, his whole body is rotten!! A daring soldier lunged forward and knocked him over, then fell on top of the rotting warrior and retched.

"Get out of the way!" Hugh Frankenstein's voice was so weak.

"Ahh Yes! My arm! Damn guy bit me! The rotting man, who was facing the sky on his back, shuddered suddenly, and without warning opened his mouth as he looked up, biting down the arm of the warrior who was retching on his chest. The warrior who was bitten by the rotten man screamed loudly, and he had to draw his one-handed long sword and smash it with the head of the rotten man with his upside-down sword, but the rotten man seemed to have no consciousness at all, and the blood flew in the process of frantically gnawing, and a bloody arm was rudely ripped from his body, and the severed arm showed the same symptoms as the former in the call sign.

"Leave them alone! Get around them! Let's go! These two are already the nourishment of the Trian strain! Hugh Frankenstein witnessed what had happened, and felt not only a pang of regret in his heart, but also a sense of helplessness about it.

"This" Ollie William stuck out his tongue, although the bloodier scene was almost numb to him, but such a heavy scene made him also faintly nauseous, and his complicated emotions were intertwined, almost making the battle-hardened general stutter.

"Ollie William! Don't be sorry! The wind is about to pick up! If we don't leave, we will undoubtedly end up with those two soldiers. Raise your shield above your head, and pay more attention to your feet! Bypass them, if you don't want to have such a way to die! Hugh Frankenstein whipped his horse with a whip, and puffs of black smoke billowed from under his horse's hooves.

"Let's go, soldiers, don't hesitate, do as the old general says!" Ollie William pulled the reins of his horse, his light blue eyes seemed to be a soul re-occupied, and he looked back at the shaking branches of the Trian strain, and exclaimed as if he had woken up from a dream.

The branches of the Trian strain seemed to be no longer calm in the cry, and they shook in unison, like thousands of death tentacles dancing in confusion, the blades of the saber teeth that wanted to fall violently touched each other, and the sound of rustling sounded around them, in this Bled Mountains, this is not the melody of natural harmony, this is the approaching footsteps of death.