Outside the Guild Castle of the Traversers, a huge magic array was activated, and the complex magic patterns were scarlet, revealing a terrifying evil aura. And in this scarlet, there are several red monsters, lying there.

Or rather, it should be called "a few beaches" of red monsters.

They looked like a clump of mud, disgusting in shape, but the color was like blood, and from time to time there were cracks or two on them, and there seemed to be something white wriggling inside the cracks, like mouths that wanted to chew something, which made people shudder.

"How, I haven't seen you for a while, and the things you're tossing are getting more and more terrifying and disgusting!" a tall traverser grumbled, grabbing the carcass of a wild wolf with each hand and throwing it into the magic circle. Before the two corpses could hit the ground, they were rolled up by bright red tentacles sticking out of the "mouth", torn into several pieces, and dragged into several "mouths".

Then the "mouths" quickly closed, and a palpitating chewing sound came from inside.

At the same time, there are new "mouths" on these muddy monsters, waiting to be fed.

The traversers guarding the side all had ugly faces, and even the necromancer Hammer, who came to help temporarily, looked very uncomfortable - the puppeteer with the identity of the great demon king in the traverser was bored and helped him reimprove his body, and now his body looks no different from ordinary people except for no temperature and pale complexion, and he can express his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness normally.

Although it's just a demon king of a novice village, Hammer is also a boss, usually he is definitely a person who "Taishan collapses in front and the color remains the same, and the elk is happy on the left and does not look instantaneous", which is a bit of a demon king's compulsion. But now, his face was no better than that of the traversers next to him.

The things in the magic array in front of him made him, as a necromancy, feel deeply dangerous.

"Don't worry, they just look scary. Han Feng, a forbidden scholar with the pseudonym "Aaron Igor Konzlin", was the only one in the audience whose face remained unchanged at all, and he said calmly, "These guys don't have high attack power, and their movements are not agile, so they can only wait for the rabbit." Just look at their appearance and you can see that they can't hide themselves at all. If you put it in the wild, you will starve to death. ”

"We're not talking about that!" sighed the hairless Pigman, "we're talking about your aesthetics. ”

"Isn't it beautiful that my aesthetic is as red as blood, full of life force chewing and wriggling?"

The traversers shook their heads and sighed, utterly despair of the aesthetics of their companions.

But aside, the slime he called "Little Red" brought back by this guy is indeed very practical. It is able to digest any food given to it at surprisingly fast and even frightening speeds, and quickly transforms into its own life force. Then these vitality forces were drained by the magic array under the body, and with the help of the magic array under the castle connected to this magic array, it was teleported to the earthly dragon that was fighting in the distance and was applying a huge spell, so that it could quickly recover no matter what damage it received, and fight a big battle without any scruples.

In order to ensure that it could continue to fight, the traversers collected an extremely large amount of food, and the most important contribution was the Homecoming Pie, which they had collected for a long time and had not had time to dismantle the carcasses of wild wolves. These unlucky wolves haven't had time to be corrupted and turned into monsters, but when they encounter the frenzied killers who go home and send them home, they can't help but become experience points, and the corpses are also collected, ready to be either skinned and made into fur for sale, or cut meat and dried into jerky.

However, there is a shortage of people to send back home, and most people are only interested in earning experience points, so those monster corpses that can be sold at a higher price are just that, these ordinary beast corpses, they really have no interest in wasting time for them. So the corpses of these wild wolves are accumulating more and more, if it weren't for the guild warehouse is a different dimensional space that looks like only forty or fifty square meters, but in fact, the capacity is infinite and has its own preservation effect, I am afraid that the guild castle will be filled with the corpses of these wild wolves.

Sanyu told Long Biao, the leader of the homecoming faction, more than once, that he would find a way to dispose of these non-combustible garbage. But Long Biao always procrastinated on the grounds that "that's meat anyway, not garbage".

As it turned out, his procrastination actually made sense. Now, the time for this non-combustible waste is truly in action.

With the joint efforts of hundreds of traversers, external personnel, and external personnel (mainly various skeleton soldiers), at least a dozen wild wolf corpses were thrown into the magic circle every second, feeding those slimes that were as red as blood. They were quickly digested, transformed into the life force of these terrifying creatures, and then teleported to the giant Earth Dragons that were fighting in the distance for it to consume.

The intelligence of the huge giant beast is not very low, it can clearly feel the surging power coming from afar, and feel the increasing vitality in its body. It roared in the sky, let out a cheerful roar, and then, under Huge's command, charged down the mountain.

With its enormous size comes strength commensurate with its size, with the loud sound of the earth shaking the mountains with every step it takes—not a political statement that serves no purpose other than a far-fetched earthquake, as some political statements do, but a real scene, evidenced by the shaking and tumbling earth and rocks on the hillside.

Seeing this guy getting closer and closer, even if they knew that they were dead, they didn't have to worry about dying again, and the necromantic power masters hidden in the Thracian army couldn't help but be frightened and panicked.

They forced their composure, directing the bewitched soldiers, who were like machines that only carried out orders, to advance against the charging beasts.

But before the infantry could rush to the foot of the mountain, the traversers had already arrived.

Some of them roared loudly, some kept roaring, some laughed, and some nagged strange lines that no one understood, and each of them unleashed a powerful attack, mercilessly striking at the Thracian soldiers who were being controlled in front of them.

These hapless civilians or militias are not entirely devoid of sympathy, but now is clearly not the right time to show compassion.

If they survive the battle, then these unlucky guys will have a relatively stable future, whether it is the new factories of Anthony or the co-op that Locke is working on, they will need a lot of manpower. And they are not stingy people, and they will never be stingy with food or wages.

As for those who hide in the shadows and control them...... Needless to say, the traversers have already discussed, forget those who are killed, and those who are not killed will be sent to the compulsory contract for Hammer to manage.

What awaits these immortals will be indefinite labor that will be so long that they will despair completely.