Looking at the words in the chat channel, both of them realized the danger.

In the gaming world, there is nothing more dangerous than participating in evil god activities.

Whether it's seeing a sacrificial ritual or coming into contact with a black ghost, something bad happens.

At present, there are no black ghosts in the novice village, because the ghosts find that the human believers they have cultivated have evaporated from the world, thinking that a certain existence has exerted force, and the believers of the two-faced faith have been sacrificed to the sky.

"How far do you want to retreat?" "A Dream of the Sea," asked.

"The farther away the better, outside the sixtieth level territory." The conductor said.

It was also at this time that Chocolate pulled Haitian's sleeve, and Haitian looked back in confusion and saw a humanoid tree spirit standing five meters away, with a blue glow in its pupils.

"This ......" "A Dream of Haitian" frowned, and the sense of crisis was overwhelming, and he immediately turned on the latent stealth skill.

The chocolate girl also immediately turned on her stealth skills and fled in another direction.

And the ordinary trees in the forest were suddenly deformed, the bark cracked two eyes, the blue glow opened, the branches became human hands, and the roots twisted into legs.

When the two Assassins saw this, they could not help but despair.

This territory is all the territory of the Treants, how far can they run?

It was also at this time that the winged angel kobold flew into the sky and flew in the forest.

The kobold, with big ears, lies on the ground, with his ears on the ground, eavesdropping on the floor.

If the Assassin is stealth and slow, the footsteps can be suppressed.

But when fleeing, they run so fast that even if there is a silence step, they can't eliminate 100% of the sound, only 80% of the sound.

At this time, the forest was filled with a pink poisonous mist.

After a while, the two players fainted and fell to the ground, being captured alive by the dryads.

Before fainting, the player had already typed to the conductor to let the other side know the approximation.

The conductor's expression was solemn, and he decided to force the two to retreat.

There is no way, the sacrifice is about to take place, and if they do not retreat, they will inevitably face the sacrifice ceremony.

Confronting the sacrificial ritual is not good for the player, and it can be a disaster.

After a while, the two players were physically forced to retreat.

At this point, the two players are moved in front of the kobold.

The kobold leader expertly dismantles the small bag around the player's waist, the small backpack is about the size of a palm, and reaches inside to pull out strange things.

What comes out is uncertain every time, sometimes a piece of equipment, sometimes a potion, sometimes something special.

The Treant Spirits watched from the sidelines, they were still new to becoming Cthulhu believers, and there was still a lot to learn.

Although their level is higher than that of the kobolds, they are inexplicably aware.

In a few moments, both players were stripped of their belongings.

The little kobold reached in and pulled out nothing, and this time there was really not a drop left.

"There are a lot of things sent in this wave." The kobold muttered.

"What is this bark?" The Dryants are interested in the player's bark items.

I don't know how to use it, but the dryads are very interested in it.

When attached to the body, the bark of the tree immediately deformed, merging with the body of the tree spirit like a transforming dragon.

"Gone!"

"How did you do it, I didn't feel it at all."

The group of tree spirits became lively, touching the belly with the tree hand, but scraping off the bark of the tree where they were hiding.

"This ......" the dryad was stunned.

After a little more research, the dryads gradually understood that this thing was similar to a chameleon, but it could only be used on trees.

Their dryads are the body of a tree, so the bark can be used on them.

"It's not very useful."

"It's boring."

"It's not as good as our clan tree."

The dryads shook their heads and threw the bark on the ground.

The clever kobolds take away the bark, they don't want me to ask for it all.

After a while, the dryads went through the preparation stage, and the dryads who participated in the sacrificial ceremony were all dressed in black robes.

These robes were not made by them, but by black ghosts.

The black ghost will give away things other than space-time stone powder, all of which maintain the sense of sacrificial ritual.

The kobold also felt the same way, as if there was a large space hidden in the cloak of the black ghost, and many things could be shaken off, and the things needed for sacrifice would be shaken out of it, except for the space-time stone powder.

As for the reason, it is not known.

Maybe it's because the black ghost's cloak can't be loaded with space-time stone powder?

While the kobold was in his mind, the sacrificial ritual began.

The waterhole was sprinkled with the powder of the space-time stone, and the torch of the candle was rubbed by the flint to make a fire, lighting a yellow flame.

Dressed in black robes and wearing wooden masks, the dryads circled the waterhole and chanted the name of the god Cthulhu.

As the chanting progressed, the space-time stone powder glowed bright and dark blue, as if it could breathe.

The yellow flame light shook slightly, turning into a green flame center.

It was slightly dark, and a cold wind swept into the forest.

The kobolds have taken out their black robes from the player's spatial backpack and put on their masks.

Bow your head slightly, and recite with emotion.

The songs of the two races come together to form a resonant song that resounds over the forest.

The mobs of the Psychic Forest unconsciously shuddered, as if something strange was about to be born.

The two players lying on the edge of the waterhole are no longer conscious, the main consciousness is not in the body, and the characters have gone offline.

At this moment, an indescribable cloud of fog suddenly gushed out above the pool.

The kobolds and the dryads knelt in unison and slammed to the ground.

The coercion of the evil god descended, making every kobold chrysanthemum.

The dryads felt their bodies wrapped around slippery rattans, tight and sticky.

The tree spirit waited for a few seconds, did not dare to raise his head, and directly said the sacrificial words.

"Great Cthulhu, we are the dryads of the Psychic Forest, and we want to pray to the great Lord for great power, as strong as the kobolds!"

"This is our clan tree!"

"And some trivial thoughts!"

"I beg you to take it!"

The Dryads got up and lifted a large tree from the ground.

Ten seconds ago, the deep sea Lalaye.

When Kemon saw the familiar kobolds, he was amazed.

Seeing that the player was also there, Kemon was even more surprised.

However, these two players are empty shells, and Kemon does not feel the existence of consciousness.

Then again, since there are players present, let's infect the two of them as believers by the way.

As an evil god, Kemeng naturally has the ability to infect.

With the convenience of traveling through time and space through the sacrificial ritual, Kemon unleashed his skills to develop the bodies of two players into the bodies of believers, which would be affected as long as the other player's consciousness returned.

To outsiders, it was just a layer of gray mist that rushed through the two players, and then the fog vanished.

At this time, the dryad just uprooted the clan tree.

Kemon was stunned.

What's this, there's nothing to send, just send a big tree?

It was also at this time that the Dryads moved the clan tree to the waterhole.

The two little tree spirits who were in charge of carrying them trembled, for fear that they would also be sacrificed, but fortunately, they were still alive.

So the two tree spirits hurried out of the pool.