The procession of more than 100 people continued to march.

The wind outside the forest was even more noisy, and the soldiers on night were complaining that the wooden armor on their bodies was not protected from the cold, and the nobles were deducting their salaries for themselves.

"It sounds like the music of my old home."

A soldier on night complained.

"Who's to say it isn't? Eeriely, the old infiltrated people. ”

As the flying squirrel was deciding on the ABCDEFG plan, the demon that had transformed into a forest quietly closed its mouth, its hard shell covering the bloody flesh in its mouth.

Outside the forest, it seemed that a god had heard the soldiers' complaints, and the wind, like the sound of mourning, had quietly disappeared.

The soldier on duty changed the spear to the other hand, and the wind was gone, and his body was much warmer.

The young soldier smiled sincerely, turned to his brother who was on duty with him, and said, "That's really good. ”

In the center of the Great Forest, a gathering place for monsters in the past.

The kingdom warrior captain Gurdjieff is not afraid of monsters, and if he can, he even wants to challenge the "Forest Sage" who dominates the area. ”

Hearing that the "Forest Sage" had been adopted as a mount by a powerful adventurer, it was a pity for Gurdjieff.

The shadow ghost sat on the thick branches of the tree, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, for fear that the simulated saliva secreted inside would fall on the heads of the soldiers below.

"It's time to close the net."

"Who!"

Gurdjieff drew his sword, the blade pointing in the direction of the shadow ghost's words.

"Ugh! ——”

The bald head Qiang, who had rested for half an hour, put on a hard hat and pulled up the rope of the chainsaw, and with the help of diesel, the chainsaw gained sufficient power.

The sharp blade driven by the chain easily strangled Gurdjief into a meat foam that would only be chopped up when eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

The armor made of stainless steel didn't leave the kingdom warrior commander a chance.

Even the wide and long sword was sharpened into iron powder, mixed with flesh and blood, Qingqing and me, like a couple, you and me, regardless of each other.

"Ahh ——”

"Who the hell is it!"

The kingdom's warrior chief, Gergef, suddenly exploded into a ball of meat sauce, something that no one had ever thought about.

The scene immediately became a pot of porridge.

The sound is high and low, and the sound of the chainsaw turning is more cheerful.

The bald head is thinking about this month's bonus, and the shadow ghost is thinking about the big fat piece outside the forest.

It didn't take long.

Situ.

Finally, it became a pot of meat sauce porridge, even if you put on shoes and step on it, it is estimated that you will have to sink a few feet, which is not much more than the quicksand in the desert. The sour and tangy smell of blood alone can drive carnivorous monsters crazy.

The strange thing is that the pot of flesh and blood porridge on the ground is slowly being absorbed by the ground.

In a hidden place in the forest, from time to time there is a stone and grass, shining with a green light.

The shadow ghost grinned and tossed the object in his hand.

A firecracker-style aid signal.

Ignite.

Soaring into the sky.

"Bang! ～”

A tiny spark ignited the dead weeds and branches on the ground, and before the flames could surge, they were extinguished by the eerie and bloody meat sauce.

The young soldiers of the kingdom made their last contribution to fighting the forest fires.

"Hee-hee-hee."

The Shadow Ghost crouched on the branch of the tree, his arms folded on his knees, "It's almost time, when they enter, the great hell will come, and the demon lord from the distant stars will completely occupy this rich land." ”

"When the time comes, this will be my territory."

"Before that, I have to offer the last little bit of heart at the gates of hell."

Outside the Great Forest.

The nobleman who was sleeping like a dead pig was woken up by his subordinates, and the one with low blood sugar was like a stubborn crazy donkey, and kept reprimanding his subordinates.

The large army gathered, no one complained, and even the soldiers on duty who had joked before had serious faces.

The army led by the strongest warrior in the kingdom, Gergeff, actually sent a signal for help?

Is there really a great terror in the great forest of the "battlefield of the gods" in front of you?

The large army quickly assembled, and the two nobles discussed things in the tent.

"Don't you think this is the best time to kill Gergerph?"

This sentence immediately made the minds of the two nobles come alive.

As the chief warrior of the kingdom, Gurdjief wears the treasure of the royal family, and has the courage to be a man who can be killed, and if he can be killed, the power of the royal power will be weakened again.

In the past, the aristocratic faction controlled most of the power in the kingdom, but since the golden princess became regent intentionally or unintentionally, they have suffered heavy losses.

If Gerjeff can be killed this time, it will definitely be the biggest victory the aristocratic faction has won in the past few months!

In this way, the large army rubbed for half an hour, and even the shadow ghosts waited impatiently before entering the big forest.

On the other side, several World Tree full-level players stopped the shadow ghosts who were going to stop the killing of humans.

It's funny to say that the inhumans with an average evil value of -400+ chose to help humans.

The flying squirrel and several guardians did not speak, and quietly looked at the strong men who blocked the door.

Outside the large forest.

The last piece of fat, and the fattest part, finally entered the mouth of the demon. The saliva in the mouth of the shadow ghost could not be held back any longer, and Drip-Lala drenched the ground.

Before the army reached the center of the forest, the cheerful sound of logging filled the forest.

The green light is more abundant, skyrocketing, deep and black, black and purple.

The phantage of the Gates of Hell, which is nearly 100 meters high, appears in the middle of the Great Forest.

The gates of hell fed by flesh and blood energy slowly solidify into entities.

The distant scene reminds Flying Squirrel of a sandbox game that took the world by storm a hundred years ago. It seems that the hell portal inside is magnified a hundred times, just like what is in front of you.

The flying squirrel's mood dropped to freezing point, but he thought that his lair had not been discovered, and before he could act, he was stopped by several full-level players of the World Tree.

Who is plotting against him?

Anyway, the Great Tomb is located next to the gates of hell, so it should be considered normal, right?

What a normal ghost!

The flying squirrels shouted in their hearts, if they attracted the Space-Time Authority, they would all have to finish the game!

Today, it is either the day he dismantles the gates of hell or the day the Great Tomb of Nasalik moves!

Battle, on the verge of breaking out.

Several players from the World Tree didn't seem to be in the mood for a fight, and after losing a few spells and punching the Guardians, they wanted to slip away.

The squirrels and the Guardians hurried to the gates of hell.

At this time, thousands of little demons had already run out of the gate of hell up to a hundred meters high, scattered in the big forest and chirping, and the demons with magma condensed on their bodies ignited the forest, and a fire swept in.

Just as the flying squirrel was about to extinguish the fire, two huge hands with several bone spurs poked out of the gates of hell, and their palms were reversed, clutching the sides, as if trying to make the gates bigger.

The flying squirrel's eyes were racing.

After throwing out the tenth-order magic, he began to prepare for the super-rank magic.