Penlin Mountains.

"I say, witch, what's going on?" said Ozma, the wolf of the moon, as she spoke to Melisandro, the witch of fire, tilting her head and looking at the sky.

In the sky, Dracula of Blood Sacrifice spread his golden wings and several Bloods were confronting, both sides seemed to be tense, the situation was on the verge of breaking out, but they were constantly roaring and talking in a staggered language.

The Witch of Fire, Merry Shanzhuo, was still holding her own orchid flame, and there was a wisp of black memory burning in the flame, but when she turned her head, she glanced at the other party as if she was amorous, and said, "How do I know what the situation is now?

If Dracula cares about the friendship of the clan and can't do it, I'll call the shots, Ozma, you can do it, anyway, you werewolves and vampires are also feuding. ”

"Quack, I don't mind. Ozma smiled in agreement, but then explained, "But that's not what I'm talking about, haven't you noticed? The ornaments of those Blood Bat Wings are actually similar to Dracula's!"

"Who has nothing to do to study the wings of a bunch of mongrels, huh, wait, what do you mean?" Melisandra seemed to react, "You mean to say that these bats are of the same species?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, these heavenly ones are Dracula's kind. ”

"But I remember that Dracula's people are all slaves of the Dark Witch King?"

"That's right. ”

"That's strange, since we're of the same clan, and Dracula's rank is so high, he should have control, why would he still block our way? Why did the Dark Witch King's servants come to the depths of the Penlin Mountains?"

"No, we have to take them down first and ask about the situation!" Ozma clearly added some fuel to the fire.

To be exact, the relationship between the three is complicated, although they have to join forces because of a mission, but if you want them to love each other, it is a joke. Vampires and dark werewolves, in particular, are the hostility and hatred that comes from the blood.

Ozma wants to win over Melisandro, and then take down these vampires, and ask about the situation, which is the right thing, but as long as it is taken, no matter what the result is, these vampires will be in a dilemma of life and death, which is entrained.

Of course, his goal was not achieved in the end, because Dracula had descended from the sky, the old bat had taken his wings and turned into a human form, his face was an ugly mess, and the grace of the nobility was gone.

Glaring at Ozma coldly, Dracula didn't have a half-entangled mood, and said directly to the Witch of Fire: "In that direction is the murderer we are looking for?"

As he spoke, he pointed ahead.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Really?"

"You doubt me?" the Fire Witch's eyes narrowed:

Ozma also helped on the side, and said, "Dracula, just a few little bats, so reluctant?"

"Shut up for me, I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you!" Dracula glared at the other party fiercely, then looked at the Witch of Fire, and said, "This is very important, I must confirm that the murderer we are chasing is really in that direction?"

Melisandra also felt a little abnormal, she stared at the old bat for a long time, and then slowly replied, "My fire prophecy technique can't be wrong, it's in that direction." ”

Dracula's face was ugly: "Then we will be in big trouble." ”

Ozma is not stupid, he has no heart to mess around, but said with a solemn face: "Old bat, what do you mean? ”

"Those few in the sky, my blood, are on a blockade mission, it seems that somewhere in the center of the Penlin Mountains, His Majesty the Dark Witch King has devised a huge plan to gather thousands of wizards. Dracula quickly explained:

"You mean that the murderer we are going to hunt down has actually mixed into the Dark Witch King's plan?" Ozma was also a little dumbfounded: "Who is so stupid to get this murderer in?

"Let's not say that he will die or not, we will be dying! What do you think the murderer is doing in this plan?" Dracula looked at the werewolf and asked sarcastically:

"What are you stupid for? You must be sabotage!"

"Yes, of course, sabotage. Then do you think that after the three of us chasing for so long and finding nothing, the murderer actually went down to the city and ruined the plan of the Dark Witch King Marceau.

Even if at the end of the day, this has nothing to do with us, do you think His Majesty the Dark Witch King will listen to us, or are we the best tools to vent our anger?"

"I'm grass, this ......" Ozma was stunned:

The Witch of Fire, Melissandro, glared at her: "Then what are you delaying, let's go in quickly, we must dare to catch the murderer before he strikes." ”

"This is the biggest problem, His Majesty the Dark Witch King has given a death order to prevent any 'outsiders' from entering, that is to say, even if I am the ancestor of these blood clans, I cannot let them disobey His Majesty's orders of the Dark Witch King. Dracula was a little speechless when he said this:

Ozma asked, "What then? We're going to report to the Dark Witch King now and get permission to go in?"

"Excuse me, can you wait?!Just rush me!" After the fire witch Melissandro finished speaking, the blue flame in her hand turned into a flame that rose to the sky, and rushed forward with a spark.

Woohoo......

Ozma, the wolf of the moon, was slightly stunned, but also reacted quickly, he let out a heaven-shattering wolf howl, landed on all fours, turned into a black shadow, and ran forward.

As soon as they moved, they provoked several vampires in the sky, and they rushed down with a scream.

Dracula shook his body and wanted to move, only to hear the voice of the Witch of Fire ringing in his ears: "These little guys will be handed over to you to solve, we have to make a move, but we will die." By the way, make a move, the bigger the better. ”

But no, the bigger the movement, no matter what His Majesty the Dark Witch King plans, it will always alert the entire camp and buy a lot of time.

As a result, in the southwest corner of the Black Sword Mountain camp, flames burst out in an instant, and wolves howled, and there was a scene of boiling and reversing the sky.

The trio did achieve their goal, and their charge alerted the entire camp, but things didn't go the way they had imagined, because, at the same time, the entire camp was boiling in all directions......

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Time moved forward a little, and the northeast corner of the camp.

The old mage knelt on one knee, holding the statue of the magical lady Mistra in his hand, praying reverently, his eyes closed but faintly excited.

And behind him, there were at least dozens of people kneeling on the ground in a dense crowd, looking pious and respectful.

After a while, the old mage finally raised his head, he turned around, looked at everyone present with a majestic gaze, and said: "My lord has issued an edict that the old staff of the mage god is not allowed to be touched by evil wizards, so, one word, kill!"

"Kill!" almost everyone roared from their throats:

"Then, I now give the battle order, all the combatants are divided into five teams, first secretly infiltrate, sweep away the outer forces of the evil wizards, if anyone is discovered, directly turn to the attack, I need you to kill any enemy you can see. ”

"Obey the commandment of our Lord. ”

"Then, let's go!" the old mage paused slightly, and then said slowly: "I hope to be able to see your heroic posture on the battlefield, fighting for my lord, killing the enemy, or going to death!"

"Whoa!"

As a result, a misunderstanding that was not too good arose, and the trio of chasing the murderer just wanted to use a big move to remind the Black Sword Mountain camp, but the result was indeed a direct detonation of the entire battlefield.

So, the battle came so suddenly.