It's probably the ugliest creature in the world.

The face is full of pus like the skin of a toad, the oval nose is rotten and dripping with green pus, even if it is dozens of zhang away, Wu Wenxu seems to be able to smell the stench coming to his face, his eyes are cruel and cunning, as his hands come out of the cracks, the vigorous and majestic body jumps violently to the ground, causing the ground to crack and show large traces of ruin.

As the cursed troll Trandel jumped out of the crack, out of the crack, two black-robed guys quietly walked out, they just floated down from the sky and landed on the ground except for the slight trembling of the black robe, without making a single movement.

However, from head to toe, those two guys clearly made Wu Wenxu feel extremely evil and hateful.

In front of the purest souls in the world, it seems that two rotten and stinky souls are coming to them, and this degree of filth makes the lord subconsciously appear in front of his eyes countless innocent beings being slaughtered, they are the reapers of souls!

Trandle's body, two heads taller than the average troll, glanced around coldly, except for the soldiers and trolls who were kneeling respectfully on the ground, his eyes fell more on the hanging captives.

In the middle of the sound, Trandle said quite displeasedly: "This sacrifice, how can it be a bunch of good and bad things, sacrifice these wastes to the Supreme, I'm afraid the Supreme will want you to be buried together." ”

The troll leader trembled and didn't dare answer.

Trandre snorted coldly again, and said, "That's it, forgive you bunch of waste, these abilities are better than nothing, Zanu, why didn't you see him come out to meet him?" ”

"Lord Zanu, he'......"

Everyone looked embarrassed, but the troll leader boldly spoke: "Lord Zanu has just lost his mind, not only released a few captives into the tent, but also killed the people who stopped him, and we can't do anything about it." ”

"What?"

Cursed Troll Trondell was surprised, although Zanu, a fat pig, was super fat and overloaded, but with the mind and soul power of a tenth-order magister, how could he say that he was crazy?

He narrowed his eyes and glanced coldly at the troll leader, and to make sure the guy wasn't putting on Zanu's shoes, Trandel walked to the largest tent, and the unusually shiny ice crystal rod dragged a trail of deadly magic on the ground.

"Wow!"

The tent's curtain was suddenly lifted.

Trandel stopped, saw Zanu's head squeezing out of the tent with difficulty, couldn't help but look slightly cold, and said condescendingly: "Zanu, do you want to die today?" I didn't even greet Trandel when I came. ”

"Oh my lord, you can be wrong for the little one."

Zanu finally squeezed out of the tent, and the fat body immediately shook in front of Trondel: "It's the little one who is too fat, too fat, and it took a long time to get out of the tent, and I ask the adults to calm their anger and not to meet the small ones in general." ”

"Isn't Lord Zanu crazy because of your heart......?"

The subordinates looked at each other, but the troll leader broke out in a cold sweat.

Trandel turned around and glared at the troll leader fiercely, and then shouted angrily at Zanu: "If you don't make an example, if you don't welcome the Supreme Soul Master, you will be sacrificed with this fat body!" ”

"The little one understands, the little one understands."

Perhaps because Zanu was too fat, Trondel didn't notice that Zanu's movements were stiffer than usual, like a marionette, and the two black-robed people behind him, known as soul masters, glanced at the tent with a little meaning.

They still had their hands tucked into their cuffs, and there was not a single trace of skin on their bodies exposed to the light.

A black sword lay across Yasuo's feet in the tent, and he kept pulling the hilt with his index finger like a mysterious lip whisper.

"Two soul masters."

Trandre bowed down respectfully and said, "The time has come, please open the soul gate." ”

"Hehe......"

In the two dark robes, a caco-like shrill laugh erupted in unison.

They all raised the black robes on their arms, their voices were so different that when they spoke, they made the soldiers feel dizzy, their temples ached, and their consciousness was a little unclear.

"Inside the tent, there seem to be a few lone rats."

Inside the tent, Yasuo's tapping index finger snapped, an elusive smile on his lips.

"Oh, I do remember that they seem to have said that Zanu had taken a few captives into the tent."

Some captives with a little grace will naturally be possessed by human generals, this is an unspoken rule that has been recognized, and Trandle didn't want to care about it, but since the soul masters mentioned it, those fish that slipped through the net naturally had to obediently become part of the sacrifice.

"Zanu, don't take out the prisoners hidden in your tent yet!"

"Zanu, why don't you go yet!"

I'm afraid that Zanu, a fat man of 200 kilograms, is just shaking in place, as if he can't hear Trandle's increasingly sharp roar, and at this time, Trondel noticed that Zanu is a little different from usual.

"No need to scream, his soul is gone."

Another soul master also made an ugly voice: "I can't imagine that in addition to us, Freljord also has people who are good at playing with souls, hehe, but these tricks are put in front of the two of us, and they are simply killing themselves." ”

There was a gust of turbulence in the wind, and together with the black robes of the two soul masters, they swayed rapidly, exuding terrifying magic power that even the tenth-order demon masters couldn't match!

"Ten...... Twelve-order! ”

Some magician soldiers with a little strength have opened their mouths in horror at this moment, and the twelfth-order magician powerhouses can easily harvest their lives in the blink of an eye.

"Hee-hee, let's open the soul door first and add some fun to this game of cat and mouse."

The speed at which their black robes rolled became more and more violent, and the wind currents caused by the strong folds were like a whirlpool in the sea leading to land, carrying an unbearable fishy smell.

The iron locks of the central giant gate began to collide, and in the blink of an eye, those dark blue chains fell from the door in unison, and the soldiers hurriedly closed their eyes and covered their ears when the beam of light inside the door lit up, not daring to look at the giant gate at all.

"The feast begins!"

"Ahh

The camp was filled with heart-rending screams, and at the moment when the white beams of light suddenly brightened, the bodies of countless captives staring at the light shrank rapidly and shriveled, and their souls were sucked out of their bodies, and they let out desperate howls.

Regardless of the old man or the child, almost in an instant, the bodies of hundreds of people turned into miserable dry shells, and their souls were swallowed up by the miserable whiteness of the giant gate, and this camp became a purgatory on earth.

The two soul masters continued to cast magic with their arms, causing more and more captive souls to be devoured by the giant gate, and they laughed cruelly.

"The rats in the tent, go in with you."

Inside the tent, the lord sighed deeply.

Really, why is there a bunch of guys who like to pretend everywhere they go? If you talk about playing with souls, these two idiots are at least a thousand years behind the guy inside them.

Of course, Wu Wenxu doesn't need to say much at all.

Because the whirlpool of souls converging in mid-air had been grabbed by a huge and shriveled claw, those still mellow soul power were actually stuffed into their bodies by this black claw, and the two twelfth-order soul masters, including the cursed troll Trandel, not only did not fight back when they saw this picture, but instead stiffened like a thunderbolt, and even felt difficult to breathe.

Is it an illusion......

They sweated and licked their lips that had cracked in fear.

Is that the legendary extinct Black Ghost, and ...... Fourteenth Order?!