The withered and twisted trees took on a terrifying shape in the shadows, like a wildly dancing demon, and the black mist filled the forest, shrouded in a dull dead air.

The two black-robed men seemed to know everything about this place, and followed the established route in the direction of Iger.

They waded through dark green swamps of poisonous gas, stepped over dry streams, rotting vultures skimmed over their heads... In the dark forest path staggered out a stiff, ugly dwarf, its face crawling with maggots, one eye hanging from its cheek, and a strange "grunt" sound from the bottom of its throat, staggering towards the two black-robed men.

One of the black-robed men was not surprised, but walked up towards the dwarf, and the dwarf roared and stretched out his black claws to him, and the black-robed man did not dodge, but grabbed the dwarf's head with both hands and twisted it to the side.

"Click", the dwarf's head was screwed off, leaving only a rotten cavity, but his hands were still waving wildly.

The black-robed man picked up the dwarf's head, leaned close to his cheek, and took a deep breath, a little dark green light being sucked out by him.

The dwarf's headless corpse seemed to have lost all its strength, and slowly fell to the ground, turning into a pair of rotten flesh that emitted a foul smell in an instant.

"I'm about to find her, she's nearby.."

A harsh voice came from under the black robe, "Evil witch Talia, the leader of the ghoul army, the demon who controls the dead... Oh, what a loud and ironic title.."

With a crisp sound of "bang", the dwarf head in the black-robed man's hand exploded into countless pieces, and the rotten flesh and bones were tightly held in the black-robed man's hand.

"Shoddy ghoul magic, this plane is too ignorant and backward, and the lowest-end necromancy like this can make everyone tremble with fear... I'm really looking forward to the sight of the Templars sowing death on the continent, haha."

The black-robed man suddenly laughed madly, which was particularly harsh in the dead forest, and countless shadowy figures suddenly appeared in the distance, one by one, staggering, looking like the dwarve-like ghouls before.

The black-robed man and his companion didn't care at all, but walked slowly in the direction where the ghouls were numerous.

"To be able to achieve a legend with this lowest-end ghoul technique, it seems that the Holy Envoy is right, she is indeed a rare native genius."

"The Holy Envoy wants her to join us?"

"No, you can kill her too... It's up to her to choose."

"According to rumors, she has reached at least the middle rank of Legend."

"Legendary, it's really terrifying, so powerful... Huh.."

...

If you look at the Forest of the Dead from a high altitude, you will find that it is actually divided into two pieces, full of vibrant green and eerie deep black.

Less than a third of the green-covered area remains, leaning against the shoreline and huddled in the corners of the Forest of the Dead.

Unbeknownst to humans, when the Lost Forest was not the Forest of the Dead, it was still called the "Forest of Elves" in the mouths of the natives of the forest, and was occupied by elves, dwarves, giants, and various animals and monsters, except for the occasional harassment by hateful humans, everything seemed harmonious and beautiful.

But now, these natives are all forced to retreat deeper into the forest, their numbers have plummeted, and their current habitat is constantly infested with black, and the nasty ghouls are closing in step by step, all because of one man, a woman who makes the elven dwarves hate and fear.

In the deepest part of the black area, the source of all the black mist miasma, stood an exceptionally thick and tall oak tree, with dense branches and foliage that almost obscured the area within a radius of ten miles.

One can imagine what it would be like if the sun shone through the cracks in the scattered branches, and the beautiful elves played happily on the golden ground.

Unfortunately, such a sight was no longer to be seen, and the defeated elves fled with a large pile of corpses, and the trees died, and all the leaves withered and fell off, lying bare.

The belly of the giant tree was completely hollowed out and became the best place to live, and the red hat was busy running between the branches.

It is a short, sturdy evil elf with an old man-like appearance, a long white beard, vicious red eyes, and sharp talons on both hands, capable of digging out the boar's internal organs at once.

They wore a red hat on their heads and iron boots on their feet, and they ran faster than galloping horses.

When it was a paradise for adventurers, the red hats were a new force against humans, they liked to eat human eyes and internal organs, and then use their blood to dye their hats bright colors, but unfortunately there have been no humans in the forest for a long time, and there are very few living creatures, and the blood on their hats has dried up for a long time, showing a dull black.

A rusty iron bell hanging outside the giant tree suddenly made an obscure sound, and the red hats fell silent for a moment, and then let out a scream from their mouths, and they all ran wildly.

The red hats rushed into the depths of the forest like horses, and soon ran back with some torn limbs, and they passed each other in an orderly manner, and quickly sent the corpses into the giant tree, until the iron bell stopped shaking, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the ground to rest.

The bold red hat cautiously approached the giant tree, leaning against the trunk, watching the strange booms and roars constantly sounding from the giant tree, flashing with a strange green light, his body trembling with fear, but his eyes were full of excitement.

That's probably their only pastime.

I don't know how long it took, there was no movement in the giant tree, and the red hat at the door listened and listened suspiciously, and couldn't help but poke his head in secretly with curiosity.

"Whoosh", a gray light flashed, and the curious red hat didn't even snort before the big head rolled to the ground, and the black-red plasma rushed out like a fountain, spraying the gray shadow that happened to come out of it.

The rest of the red hats froze in place, and when they saw the gray shadow, they couldn't help but let out a "squeak" screeching sound from their mouths, and screamed in horror, which was extremely noisy.

The gray shadow that emerges from the giant tree is a strange skeleton, slightly shorter than the average human, but extremely "stout".

Because its limbs and bones are formed by the combination of several dwarf and elf bones, and its head has grown three, among which a dark green flame beats, and it holds an extremely sharp bone blade in its hand, which is dripping with blood drop by drop, which looks extremely fierce.

The red hats were frightened, angry and frightened when they saw the monster that had just killed their companions, scurrying around like a swarm of headless flies, buzzing, but when the slender figure appeared behind the skeleton monster, all the red hats suddenly closed their mouths in unison in an instant, and fell to their knees on the ground, not daring to make any more noise...