As predicted, the bears soon noticed unusual movement in the south. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Their hunting party was ambushed by the gnolls in the usual hunting area, and dozens of bear monsters were almost wiped out, according to the report of the bear monster warriors who fled, the spellcaster they met before was in the camp of the gnolls.

"Okay, they've all put together a gang for me, I obviously let them go last time, but this time I took the initiative to come to the door, I want to see how much they can do." Spielgbermo has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The caster had already sworn to make them pay the price they deserved, but the intruders' daily movements were erratic, making the irascible Elder feel powerless.

Just when it was still annoyed that its anger had nowhere to vent, it was good that the other party took the initiative to come to the door, so the new hatred and old grudges were counted together!

Whether it was the purple-skinned creatures who instigated the gnolls, or the echinoderms who climbed the high branches, didn't matter to Spielgeber, who was eager to crush each other to pieces, like the rocks he now smashed with one paw.

Spielgeber rose from the stone bench it was sitting on and roared, "Show those invaders our power and make them pay for the atrocities they have committed, the bears have nothing to fear!" ”

There was no need for a roar to declare the battle, and the blood of the bears was stirred up, and one after another they stood up and roared along with their leader.

The bears left the fortress in an orderly manner and began to make their way to the battlefield where the gnolls had gathered, the number of gnolls was only a hundred, and the number of bears was ten times that of them.

"The spellcaster will be handed over to you." Spielgeber said to Lübeckson.

The latter gripped its oak staff and nodded silently.

Mercaron had originally intended to join the team, and he was also a skilled spellcaster, although he may not be as good as Lübeckson, but it was commendable that he was superior to the former in terms of fighting talent, relying on the body of the bear monster to fight and resist, he was also able to act as a warrior in many cases. But the fortress can't be empty, as a large rear built by the bear monsters with all their painstaking efforts, there must be enough people to stay, so Mercaron finally chose to stay. It stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the endless army of bear monsters pouring out of the fortress, and there was an inexplicable anxiety and uneasiness in its heart.

He told himself of Spielgeber's strength and Lübeckson's mastery of mana—they had proven this countless times, and it must be fine, that they were nothing more than a pack of gnolls, and that Mercaron remembered how vulnerable they were when they saw him fleeing in a hurry. It's not an opponent of his own people at all, even with the help of the spellcaster, and don't forget, there are no less than a dozen spellcasters sent out among the bear monsters this time.

"And there's Lübecksson."

Thinking of this, the knot in his chest finally calmed down a little, and Mercaron was obviously planning to sit on the cliff of the tribal meeting and wait for news of the tribesmen who had gone out on the expedition - because the terrain here was the best, and the situation under the mountain and the fortress was clear at a glance. I don't know if it was the mental fatigue caused by the worry for days, or some other reason, Mecaron's eyelids became heavier, and she tried hard to open her eyes, but after trying a few times, she still couldn't resist the drowsiness that came like a tide, and fell asleep.

There was silence all around.

In the darkness, it saw a figure it had never seen before.

What that figure was, Mercaron didn't know, it only knew that the other party's whole body was scattered with a faint halo, an awe-inspiring and sacred aura that made people not have a blasphemous heart, the light reflected his face blurred, and he couldn't see the real expression clearly, he just stretched out a hand forward, which seemed to guide Mercaron in the direction of progress.

Mercaron didn't know what the figure was pointing to, maybe it was the exit to get out of here?

With that in mind, it took a step forward.

The landscape immediately transformed, transforming into a battlefield filled with flames and flying arrows.

The noise pierced the silence, and there was no time for Mecaron to recover from the afterglow of shock, and he had already seen an arrow in front of him from the center of the eyebrow of a bear monster, falling from front of him, splashing mud on the ground.

"Cromo?"

He could even call each other by name.

What is this place and how is it!

The question didn't linger on Mecaron's mind for long, and he recognized the scene around him, and while Ayshara was much the same, there weren't many places where mud and shallows converged—and that was where Spielgeber led his people to meet the invaders.

Mecaron's heart was cold from head to foot, because at this moment before his eyes, the battle line of the bear monsters had collapsed, and his people were retreating, one by one the corpses had fallen, torn to pieces by the terrible ice and fire, and the echinoderm jackals who had taken advantage of the fire to rob, howling hoarsely, holding shields and weapons made of lizards' backs, fighting out of the line, chasing the fleeing bear monsters, biting to the death.

Mercaron wanted to rush to clean up the hated enemies herself, but alas, she found that not only could she not make a sound, but she could not interfere with them, and it was clear that such a scene was clearly in front of it, but it could not do anything about this illusory scene.

A deep sense of unwillingness and frustration welled up in Mercaron's heart.

By the way, what about Spielgerber, where is he?

Mercaron came back to his senses, and went crazy looking for his friends on the chaotic battlefield, as long as Spielgeber was there, the bears would not fail, and they should soon regroup and launch a counterattack.

Soon, he found the huge, black figure in the midst of the chaos.

However, before he could be pleased, he saw a gnoll man, much larger than the surrounding gnolls, pull the sharpened dagger out of Spielgeber's chest, and splattered its blood, but the cunning and cruel eye bloomed with a playful cold light, licked the blood on the dagger, and then swung its blade and cut off the other's ears.

On the battlefield, it has always been the habit of trolls to exchange the opponent's head for meritorious service, because they have many clans, and there are many clans in a big war, and it is extremely difficult to remember the merits, so this method is adopted, and the headhunter is named after it, but usually, it is too inconvenient to carry a head to continue fighting, especially when it is necessary to continue to march, it is generally simplified to the form of cutting off the ear.

That's a custom for trolls, but not for the gnolls, and Silvermane probably did it as a memento for the future, because the big guy had humiliated it, and now it was being trampled under its feet.

Feeling angry at the insult to his friend, Mercaron stood up and howled frantically, rushing towards Silvermane, but when it pounced on the other, it was the only one who fell out - all the surrounding images were disillusioned, and the whole world was back to a pitch black scene, and the glowing figure was still standing in the same place, only this time, he pointed his finger in the opposite direction.

Mercaron had a lot to ask him, but the other party remained silent, just silently pointing in one direction.

When Mecaron took another step as he had been instructed, it snapped open.

The first thing that jumped into view was the blinding sunlight, and Mercaron sat up and changed his shares, only to realize that this was the cliff he had just napped, and Mercaron realized that he had just had a dream.

"What, it's a dream."

Mercaron breathed a sigh of relief, and he found that the hair on his body was already soaked with sweat.

Just as he was about to stand up and go to someone to ask him about the time he had been asleep and if there was any news coming back, he suddenly saw a monster warrior stumbling up from the path and reporting to him loudly.

"Elder Mecaron, the expedition has returned, and Elder Lübeckson is summoning you over."

"Are you back already?" Mercaron felt refreshed, but suddenly a miserable image of defeat in his dream flooded his head, and he shook his head vigorously to expel the terrible image from his mind.

What do you think, it's just a dream.

Mercaron pretended not to care and asked, "How's the battle, Elder Gauge should have already eliminated those invaders, right?" ”

"No," the Bear Warrior hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, "More than half of the troops on the expedition were killed, Elder Spielgeber was killed, Elder Lübeckson was also seriously wounded, Elder Mecaron, we failed. ”

Poof.

Mecaron sat down on the ground.