(Chapter 2: Ask for Tickets!) ）

The moonlight shines on the vast forest sea, indicating the footprints of the invaders.

The armies of the bloodthirsty orcs came from above, and the green-skinned barbarians marched along the forest paths, with the support of the ancestors' tenacious drums, and came at a rapid pace, but without making a sound.

But in the eyes of the ancient guardians who lurked in the shadows of the trees, it was ridiculous.

How do these savage forest ravages think they can escape the vigilant Night Elf scouts? Even a deaf person could hear the heavy breathing of those Kodo behemoths.

Archers and huntresses marched in the shadows, locking on to one enemy after another with their nature-given weapons, while the Treants plucked their roots and met each intruder with their hard-working chests.

From the first step into the forest, the scum of the Scourge, your fate is already sealed!

Sou!

In an unspeakable tacit understanding, without the need for a commander, the first arrow broke away from the grasp of the bowstring and pierced the night sky, followed by more.

The cries of the orcs came and went, and the treants were like the strongest barriers, holding the orc infantry at bay, the archers holding their positions and firing rounds of relentless arrows, while the huntress took cover, driving the panther mounts and pounced on the tired and terrified foes......

The prom has begun.

The accompaniment of blood and wailing sounded, and the bloodthirstiness and ferocity of the orcs were completely stimulated, and under the encirclement of disadvantage, they still wielded a hideous giant axe, cutting down the tree people one by one, rushing into the group of huntresses, and howling and roaring in the moment before being shot into a hedgehog!

However, it was accompanied by a long laugh. The protagonist, awed by the Night Elf army, leaps out of the branch where he lives. Dancing in the dark. Pounce on the dense orcs.

The axe slashed at him, but the cumbersome weapon was not enough to touch his shadow to dodge, and the weapon had already passed by, and the first scarlet had taken on its blades.

The demonic figure swept by, and the harvested life ignited the flame of the soul, which belonged to the demon hunter, and the demonic eye that could never be closed bloomed through the cursed horizon with two condensed rays of light. Burning the souls of orcs.

They immediately let out a frightened cry and began to retreat, and even pushed and rubbed to escape, and there was no more cooperation in the battle formation!

But the flames are merciless, and the flames of the demons can make their painful wails continue to the other side of life, tearing apart the forbidden realm of the soul!

In this misery of life worse than death, the orcs went berserk again.

They began to charge wildly, ignoring the demonic flames.

Unfortunately, this only allowed the Demon Hunter to move more lightly and wildly, and his demon hooves began to trample corpse after corpse. The twin blades brought up one spring of blood after another, catharsis. Indulgence, Mercedes.

With overwhelming strength, the orc army finally collapsed.

The Night Elves' omnipresent bows and arrows knocked them down one by one, the furious claws of the clawed druids tore flesh apart, and the Kodo beasts were blown into the sky by whirlwinds, letting out a dying roar of fear and helplessness......

They couldn't even retreat, the Night Elves fused with the forest, and the Demon Hunter swirled with wanton laughter until ......

The skeletal king stepped out of the darkness with heavy steps.

The corpses were piled up in a hill at his feet, and the moonlight reflected on the bodies of the two heroes, casting their figures to the ground in a long way, the graceful and wild demon on the left, and the monarch of the Horn of Destruction on the right, together covering the shadow of death and becoming an extension of the Death Scythe!

The next moment, there was a bang!

When Skeletron finally stopped the Demon Hunter's harvest, the orcs frantically escaped and retreated into a wet mist.

The experienced Night Elves suddenly changed color when they saw the mist, and before they could envelop them, they retreated like lightning, but the low-witted tree man still caught up with him, and then saw a white band of light drift softly.

At the slightest touch, the tree-man who had been injured before but was still charging into battle suddenly stopped, and then the entire trunk and body shattered inch by inch, turning into flying ash and sprinkling into the air.

And the band of light just circled, and continued to descend with death.

Looking closer, Fang knew that it was not a light belt at all, but countless grievances, thousands of ghosts - men, women and children, who died tragically in various ways under the ravages of the Cataclysmic Legion, and finally even their souls could not rest in peace, squeezed together, condensed into that indestructible ghost qi, and became a barrier to block the Guards Legion!

The Tower of Spirits, which is stationed in the upper and lower middle lanes, is a terrifying structure that even heroes can't stand up to, and it is also the best shelter for the Scourge in the event of defeat!

At this moment, in the World Tree, an undetectable light flickered regularly, and Gao Tianxin's gaze passed through the Force Vision, taking this encounter into his eyes.

He tore through the barrier with the power of the Ring of Reincarnation, threw himself into a leaf of the World Tree, and was surprised to find that he had come to such a small world with war as the eternal melody.

From his point of view, he could see that the whole world was divided into three fronts, and the two sides sent their armies to fight and advance without stopping until the World Tree of the Guards or the Frozen Throne of the Scourge were breached!

That's not all, what really made Gao Tianxin feel incredible was that he found that the heroic leaders of those armies had unbelievably controlled the power of the rules that only the immortal gods could control!

At this moment, the Demon Hunter faced Skeletron against him, and a strange ray shot out from his spinning blades, igniting the opponent's magic.

Burning magic is not uncommon, but this time, under the observation of the Force Vision, the grasp of the pulse of magic has reached an unbelievable level, and the freedom to control the fluctuations, operations, and flow of magic at will truly shows the power of rules......

As he declared wildly: "In the presence of demon hunters, no one dares to use magic!" ”

"The Outlands, is it really so magical?"

"No, it's not all like this in the outer realms, nine times out of ten it's the front line!"

"Combat skills are created by the particularity of the world, and in this kind of world, the power of rules is completely at the service of the battlefield, so anyone who becomes a hero can integrate the power of the rules into his own combat skills and gallop across the battlefield!"

When he first arrived, he should have slowly figured it out in order to slowly understand the truth of the outer world, and the origin power of the reincarnation ring was actually to the heart of the high heavens, and his eyes lit up, and he had already analyzed the answer.

The little fairy dragon held her chin, stretched her neck for a while to look at the battlefield in the distance, and then looked at the hidden World Tree where the two lived in distress, and muttered to herself:

"I always feel that this big tree is not my real hometown, but just a ...... Branch? And ah, brother, how does this mode make me feel inexplicably familiar......" (To be continued.) )