A large, oval-shaped tree fruit fell straight from the sky, slammed into the ground, bounced twice, and came to rest at the feet of some humanoid.

The fruit shook slightly, and the tiny cracks on the surface grew larger as the shaking swayed, as if something inside was struggling desperately to break free from the cocoon-like fruit.

After two heartbeats, the hard husks shattered, and a tangled mass of vine-like creatures emerged from within.

The thick vines twisted and deformed, trying to reorganize their bodies. When it spotted the humanoid creature in front of it, it began to reinvent itself in the same vein as the other person.

Its ability to control itself seems to be quite good, and the vines are constantly arranged and entangled, first forming a simple torso, then long arms and thighs, and when a head with indistinct features also appears on the torso, the big creature more than five meters tall kneels directly in front of the humanoid creature that is much smaller than it.

It opened its mouth, as if it wanted to speak, but only let out a vine-rubbing "ah, ah" cry. Immediately after, a voice appeared in its simple, obscured consciousness, "Don't worry, my child, when you find the right prey, you can deprive it of its life, blood, and voice." ”

The voice delighted it, "Mother!" the big guy replied with the same consciousness.

"I give you the name 'Námotur', which means 'judgment'. The voice said to it, "Go, my child, and lead your brother to the world above the surface of the earth to carry out our mission." ”

"Yes, Mother!" the big guy with the name stood up and walked silently towards the corridor. It was constantly followed by new creatures from tree fruits, gathering more and more, forming a torrent of many strange plants.

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In the dark night, somewhere in the Hanhai grassland, a thicket of large heathers.

The heather flowers are in full bloom this season, and the beautiful white flowers exude a strong smell of life. The smell was melodious and special, the men smiled at each other, and the women smelled red.

At the edge of the bush, a dense mass of vines creeped out of it, followed by a number of small humanoids formed from dry branches, as well as medium-sized humanoids hunched over their backs, dragged to the ground with their arms to the ground, covered in pine needles.

"Keep going, you can't eat here. "'Withered Vine Monster' Namoth said to his brothers behind him who only had simple intelligence.

They have been walking on the grasslands for a long time and have never "eaten" anything since they were born, so they will inevitably feel hungry.

However, it was still a little close to his mother, and Namoth didn't want any accidents to bring unnecessary danger to his mother. Their lives and deaths don't matter, but the mother must not be harmed in the slightest.

As the night drew to a close, and dawn was approaching, Namoth ordered the team to stop. It spreads itself out completely, covering a large area of land. The other brothers turned into withered plants, hiding in the weeds and bushes around them.

Careful to absorb nutrients from the land, Namoth had to restrain its withering power, not to be too greedy, otherwise this power would infiltrate the soil through its roots and spread through the soil to other nearby plants, eventually infecting the entire area into a dark and depraved land overgrown with thorns, which is where they are truly powerful.

But my mother had explicitly forbidden to do so. Although Namoth and his brothers are known as the Blighters, it is not their mission to make the Hanhai Grasslands barren and barren.

For what his mother would not allow, Namoth would never do.

The blighted monsters traveled through the steppe for four days, encountering only a few tiny goblins. Its brothers rushed forward and stabbed the goblins to the ground one by one, frantically squeezing every piece of blood from the corpse.

Mother needs this, needs more, and Namoth will provide her with more.

On the fifth day, Namoth's consciousness was connected to another group of brothers. The brothers found a large werewolf village, and since they were not strong enough to destroy it, they did not choose to attack rashly, but waited for the support of other blighters.

It took Namoth a day and a half to join the other side, and then waited nearby for another three days for the second and third groups of supporters. Nearly a thousand blighted monsters gathered around the village, cutting it off from the outside world and launching a fierce attack on it at the height of the moon.

Flaming arrows rained down from the walls, igniting one of Namoth's brothers. But for such a large number of blighted monsters, this loss is nothing at all.

Although the flames are terrifying, if they cannot form a scale, they will also be extinguished by firewood. Not to mention that Namoth and his brothers could all die here, as long as the village was breached.

It doesn't matter if they don't even breach, as long as they do enough damage to these werewolves to force the remnants to leave this grassland, their purpose has been achieved.

Let's pull our eyes up and look down on the entire battlefield.

Sharp pine needles rained down on the wall, and the opposing archers were constantly being shot to the ground, and the flaming arrows fought back less and less. Small twigs poured up the wall from all directions like a flood, making the village look like a lonely boat on the verge of being flooded.

A miserable wolf howl pierced the night sky, followed by more and more howls. Almost all the inhabitants of the village, except for young children, have been transformed into werewolves.

Werewolves are agile and quite good at fighting. They attack with sharp claws and weapons, fighting the wilts who leap off the walls. Each werewolf can take on three or four invaders at once, and with the courage to defend their homes and fight against the water, the large number of invaders is faintly showing signs of being repulsed, and the werewolves are expected to regain the lost wall.

But at this moment, several groups of huge vines that moved relatively slowly also joined in. Like terrifying beasts of the deep sea, they climbed the lonely boat that was about to be submerged with their tentacles, entangled one sailor after another, and dragged them into the dark waters below the ship.

The largest of them all, the deep-sea beast, actually turned into a terrifying giant, and it let out a roar several times higher than the wolf's howl, frantically attacking the surrounding guardians. The plant giant grasped the broken log with one hand, split into several thick vines with the other, and in an instant several werewolves died at its hands.

A werewolf armed with a long knife rushed at it angrily when he saw that the line of defense that had been reorganized with great difficulty, because the relationship between the plant giants was about to crumble. The werewolf took a few steps in front of the plant giant, squatted slightly on its hind legs, and then jumped high and stabbed the opponent in the heart with the long knife in his hand.

The long knife cut through countless vines and smoothly sank into them. As soon as the corners of the werewolf's mouth raised into a triumphant smile, the next moment he noticed that the plant giant did not seem to be affected in any way.

Just as the werewolf was about to pull back, countless vines burst out from the giant's body, entangled the werewolf and dragged it into the giant's own body.

As the werewolf's last exposed paw struggled to get tangled in the vines, the plant giant stood in place for a second. Immediately after, the giant shouted in the voice of the werewolf from before him to the other rebels around him, "Judgment, coming!"

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