Outside the boulder city, the tip of the spear is like a forest, and the armor is like rain.

The assembled army stood in the dark under the city walls, from the edge of the moat to the mill outside the city.

The peasants outside the city closed their doors, and the passing caravans and pedestrians took a detour, only daring to look at this side from a distance, not daring to approach.

The horizon leaked the glimmer of the morning light, and the sheriff of Boulder Hill stood on the wall and mobilized the soldiers under the city before they set out.

These people were all mercenaries, and most of their equipment was short weapons with a spear, and Jiang Feng did not equip them with muskets. The first is that he can't fully trust these outsiders, and the second is that the Shuttle Chamber of Commerce has already paid a month's commission, and the life or death of these people has little to do with him.

After dealing with the barbarians on Crocodile Island, some mercenaries may be attracted by the customs of Crocodile Island and choose to stay and settle in the colony, but those people are a minority after all. Most of the mercenaries, after fighting this war, will choose to take the commission and return to their hometown in the southern city-state.

Maybe Jiang Feng will have to think a little bit about finding a ship to transport them back to the Aditya continent. When the employment period ended, he no longer paid these people, and a group of uncontrolled armed forces remained in his colony, which always created a number of security risks.

After completing the soldier's review, the sheriff walked up to Makaru's side and saluted respectfully.

"My lord, when are we leaving?"

With his entire face hidden in the shadow of his cloak, Makalu glanced at the looming aurora in the sky and said in a hoarse voice, "For now." ”

"Yes!"

The sheriff saluted respectfully, turned and trotted toward the middle of the wall.

The marching trumpet sounded.

Under the command of the officers of Boulder City, the mercenaries gathered under the city began to move slowly, according to the order of echelons, towards the portal standing outside the city.

Unlike the small portal in the Atelier alchemy, this large portal has steel pillars as thick as the waist of an adult male, and a base with a radius of more than four meters, allowing up to eight people to pass through at the same time.

The faint blue light flickered continuously.

The mercenary who was swallowed by the dark blue vortex was still on the wasteland outside Boulder City one second, and in the next moment, he had appeared on Crocodile Island, a hill not far from the shelter, thousands of kilometers away......

The officers who were the first to transfer to Crocodile Island through the portal gathered these mercenaries in an orderly manner, lined up in a defensive formation halfway up the mountainside, and waited for the battle.

However, what is surprising is that those barbarian tribes don't seem to notice the movement on the mountain at all, and they haven't even sent a single attendant here, completely cowering in the ruins of the half-elf village, which makes people wonder, what are they doing?

From sunrise to noon, for a whole morning, more than 5,000 mercenaries passed through the portal, camped halfway up the mountainside, and raised the smoke of cooking.

Then there are the migrants who have been drawn from the camps and settled on Crocodile Island. A militia of men with flintlock pistols passed through the portal, then the elderly, women and children, and a caravan of caravans carrying luggage and supplies.

Since these people were all civilians and were not well organized, it took some more time to move to the island until the early morning of the next day.

And Jiang Feng, at about this time, finished dealing with the affairs of the small secret realm, and rushed to the island to preside over the overall situation through the small portal in the alchemy workshop.

In more than a day, so many people appeared on Crocodile Island, and the hills, which were originally quite empty, suddenly became crowded.

In order to make room for these immigrants, Jiang Feng gave an order to the head of the mercenary group he appointed to open the battle line and advance in the direction of the forest below the mountain.

Standing next to the shelter, Jiang Feng held his binoculars and looked at the misty forest below the mountain.

Although the fog in the forest had an impact on the march, with a Samun guide leading the way, it was not a big problem.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

When it was noon, the space on the island was a magical element, and it suddenly fluctuated strangely.

Feeling that huge energy, Jiang Feng's face changed slightly, and he looked in the direction of the half-elf village.

I saw that over there, in the dense fog that shrouded the forest, there was a faint trace of red light, dyeing the thick fog shrouded near the half-elf village into a strange red.

From the fluctuating spatial magic element, the confrontation even felt a trace of negative energy fluctuations mixed with curses and undead attributes.

"It's the Gate of Chaos, how is this possible?!" Standing next to Jiang Feng, Leiya's face also changed, her tone trembled slightly, with a hint of panic, "They obviously don't have sacrifices, how can they ......?"

Jiang Feng's brows furrowed, he was thinking about this question. The altar in Port Savit had been destroyed, and he had brought the captives to the South Island.

As for the half-elf villages, the population was not large in the first place, and those barbarian tribes did not have many prisoners left after they had already received the sacrifices they needed.

But now, the barbarian tribes have rebuilt the altars, but where did they collect the sacrifices?

It is impossible to evoke such a large amount of negative energy without a thousand souls and flesh as sacrifices......

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's heart moved slightly, and he thought of a possibility, and his face couldn't help but change.

The Tree of Life!

He had forgotten about it.

Generally speaking, the ritual of the undead cannot use plants as a casting sacrifice, because most plants do not have souls, and civilizations on the idealistic side have different opinions on the word "alive" than civilizations on the materialistic side.

However, as a special existence, the Tree of Life was a human being during his lifetime, but it was transformed into a plant through biotechnology. The life energy contained in him was even comparable to all the half-elves on the entire island.

As for the souls needed, the entire half-elf village is a battlefield ruin.

That kind of thing, how much does it take......

……

In the middle of the half-elf village.

A cloaked skeleton holding a cane made of human leg bones. Next to him stood a tall, burly barbarian with a huge rusted battle axe in his hand, staring up at the decaying tree of life and the red glow that coiled around the dead branches.

Looking up at the surging chaotic energy, Dorne trembled with excitement, and his skeleton creaked and trembled.

Suddenly, the red light flickered, spreading out a large circular mirror in all directions.

Through that mirror, he saw the flying lava, the tumbling magma, the mountains of bones, and the barren wasteland.

In the skull, two mung bean-colored flames shrank slightly, and Dorne's eyes flashed with yearning.

Chaos!

Hell in the eyes of mortals!

It was the "paradise" of his dreams!

"Where is that?" With a battle axe in his hand, Gargamel said in a deep voice, "You promised me that you would use a portal to send our people here from the Far North Wasteland. ”

However, the portal that appeared in front of him now led to a world even more cruel than the Thorn Wasteland, which made Gargamel puzzled and couldn't help but feel a little unhappy with Dorne.

"Isn't that intoxicating aura wonderful in the hometown of chaos?" Not taking Gargamel's doubts to heart, Dorne smiled insolently, his thin fingers digging out of his cloak and opening his arms towards the Chaos Gate, as if embracing the world on the other side of the portal, "Don't worry, when Chaos conquers this world, you and your people will naturally get a promised land for cultivation and recuperation." ”

Covered in lava and with horns on his head, a giant with an obsidian battle axe in his hand, walked through the portal and stepped onto the land with heavy steps.

The lava dripped down his heels and fell to the ground, and the grass beneath his feet instantly turned to ashes, leaving a trail of scorched lava.

Gargamel, who was standing next to the portal, looked at the monster and secretly calculated in his heart that if he faced it, he would have a few chances of winning.

At this moment, Dorn had already knelt down on one knee respectfully, and said to the giant who was carrying the obsidian battle axe, "Honorable Lord of Dread, Lord Solol's general, Lord Sagre of the Mighty Crown...... Dorne the Contemptible Man, Lord Solore's most faithful servant. ”

The minotaur called Sagre didn't speak, didn't even glance at Dorne.

The pupils, which burned like flames, looked in the direction of the southern part of the island with a sight that seemed to be able to penetrate the mist.

Suddenly, Sagre raised the stone axe in his hand and roared loudly.

"Roaring ——!"

The roar seemed to carry some kind of power, swinging in a circle and impacting the barbarian warriors around the altar, and took two steps back. Not even Gargamel could resist the power, and looked into Sagre's eyes with deep fear.

Suddenly, the portal behind Sagro once again bloomed with scarlet light.

Chaos Marauders, also horned and armed with obsidian battle axes, poured out of the portal. Above the heads of these Chaos Marauders, Chaos Bat Banshees, with flesh-red wings, screamed and flapped their wings into the misty sky.

The barbarian soldiers standing around the portal altar had a look of fear on their faces.

Although their ancestors fought alongside the Chaos creatures more than two thousand years ago, they did not. They appeared here, although it was to fulfill the ancient covenant, but more importantly, it was for themselves to be able to get out of that barren wasteland......

Gargamel's face was solemn, staring at Dorne's back, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, he was already a little uncertain in his heart.

Is it the right thing to work with this person......