Lal Village has always been a small world with a low danger level, witches are passionate and loving, most of the tasks are simple, the enchanted forest is divided into areas, as long as you don't cross the thunder pool, there will be very little danger.

But today, I don't know what kind of nerves have happened in this world, and the middle-level demonic beast thunder frogs belonging to the outer three layers have been killed in large numbers at the exit of the forest.

Whenever you meet a writer along the way, you will be merciless to kill the killer, and if it weren't for the instant return function of the QD Ring, I'm afraid the entire Enchanted Forest would be bleeding.

The plain to the west of the village is full of vigilant writers, and at the end of the plain is an army of thunderfrogs ready to move, and a big battle is about to break out.

Zheng Xiaobo, as the senior team leader, arranged for someone to report the changes here as soon as possible, but when the high-level team came in, it would take half an hour at the earliest.

If Zheng Xiaobo is the official representative, then Li Yushu is the core figure of the people, since he fell in love with the little witch Sally, he has completely fallen, not only gave up the job of the D-class affiliated studio, but also said to have fallen out with his family.

Every day, except for the time to purify the assimilation power, he almost regarded the witch's back garden as his own world, and if it weren't for the threat of killing the sunken in the writer's iron law, I'm afraid he would have directly assimilated into this small world.

"Listen to me, now is not the time for heroism, everyone must unite, the melee above the bronze intermediate level will step forward to fight the monster, and the rest of the writers will output with all their might, and the bronze full-level writers will fight into the enemy formation with me. ”

Li Yushu was dressed as a double-sword warrior, with a sunny and handsome appearance, coupled with his prestige as a senior old bird, he quickly gathered the panicked writers.

Thunder frogs gather more and more at the exit of the forest, and a single thunder frog may only have the strength of a mid-level demonic beast, but it can't compete with a full-level bronze writer, and it can only carry it for about ten minutes under the siege of four or five bronze middle-rank. But there are so many of them, dense, not to mention tens of thousands.

The most terrifying thing about mid-level demonic beasts is not the force of individuals, but their magical attacks, electric magic has always been known for its berserk, if the current of tens of thousands of thunderfrogs converges together, I am afraid that no one will be able to escape.

Everyone also knows in their hearts that it is almost impossible to win, but if you can just kill a few thunderfrogs and happen to collect some special materials, you can still make a small profit.

A thunderfrog that was more than twice as large looked around at the situation on the other side, the tragic death of its own leader was vivid, and today it was only for one purpose, to kill all these alien humans, in order to pay tribute to the leader's soul.

Wail!

With a loud croak, all the thunderfrogs rushed out of the forest, each one flashing with electricity, and gathered together like a flash flood of lightning to rush towards the assembled army of writers.

The rout was a definite result from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be so quick and so decisive.

Four or five hundred writers were broken in their hearts when they faced the charge of tens of thousands of thunderfrogs, and the front-row melee saw that the situation was not right, turned around and ran, and those who thought they were running slowly returned to the present world.

Seeing the collapse of the defense, the back row output turned around and ran with his cried father, lest he be caught by the thunder frog group, in case he lost his life, it was really not worth it.

Li Yushu sighed helplessly, after all, everyone is just here to collect materials and improve their level, and they really can't do their best, but they have long regarded Lal Village as their home, can they watch their home being destroyed by demonic beasts.

The answer, of course, was no, and he resolutely drew his twin swords, like a sculpture filled with cast steel, facing the rolling torrent without giving up half a step.

"I will protect the village of Lal, and I will never allow you ugly people to hurt those lovely witches, and if you want to pass, step on my corpse. Li Yushu roared at the thunder frog a hundred meters away, and the raging fire of war burned in his heart.

One step, two steps, he took a step and began to charge towards the mighty enemy, the double sword doubled in length under the figurative effect, the blade became sharper, and the silver defensive armor gradually covered the whole body.

The two armies fought bravely and won, Li Yushu rushed into the thunder frog group like a meat grinder, and under the bursts of swords, he slashed a small gap in the middle of the thunder frog army.

"Kill! Is it him, and the man will kill him!"

Perhaps infected by him, several writers shouted and went back.

The blood itself is super infectious, and the writer's road is a dangerous road destined to grow in the struggle, when more people realize that they will not be killed instantly, they stop the rout and rush back to the battlefield.

It's not that the enemy is too strong, it's just that the thunder frog is too much brewed, and the writers who dare to rush back with only two hundred or so dare to rush back, when facing tens of thousands of thunder frogs, it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

Li Yushu's eyes were blood-red, and he didn't know how many times the figurative defense had been rebuilt, and the two long swords were still on the verge of shattering under the blessing of the figurative image.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two fallen thunder frogs, he jumped to a high place, laughing at his desperate attack, which had almost no impact on the army of thunder frogs, and the writers who fought back were also defeated, and several writers returned to the world almost every second.

Defeat is irreversible unless ......

"Straddle rubbing, this dense thunderfrog, how spectacular!"

Jiang Ye and several people hurried to the entrance of the village, and when they saw the mighty army of thunderfrogs, it was still very visually impactful.

For them who have temporarily improved their strength, the mid-level Warcraft is not threatening at all, on the contrary, this is the material sent by Chiguoguo.

"Boss, take it easy, our main goal is to kill the Cyclops. Fang Yue reminded.

Jiang Ye nodded, with his previous experience, he didn't dare to use a wide range of attacking black magic, a cyclops who accidentally used up the dark elements of the spirit world, and was still a fart.

But Nicole is also proficient in melee combat, and compared to the physical requirements of the Hunting Dance, the dark magic is much more convenient, and the core of the full arsenal of the Soul Reaver Scythe is to fill the body with dark elements to consume mana to improve the overall quality.

"Fountain of Darkness!"

Jiang Ye let out a low snort, and the black mist formed an evil god phantom behind him, chanting an ancient incantation in a low voice that he couldn't hear or understand.

When the phantom finally merged into his body, a kind of former power filled his body, even more powerful than in the state of instant kill.

Jiang Ye clenched his fists out of thin air and made a few explosions, this feeling of seconds is really refreshing, but it would be nice if he could bring that Soul Snatcher Scythe.

Just when he hesitated to go back and get it, a message popped up in his memory that surprised him.

The Scythe of the Soulsnatcher, also known as the Blade of the Evil God, can be summoned in front of you through dark magic.

"You guys are in the rear, reorganize the people who are still fighting power, and the rest, haha. ”

Jiang Ye made a simple arrangement, and several jumped into the air, stretched out his hand, and a black mist condensed out of thin air in front of him, and a black and bright knife blade slowly emerged.

Among the writers who were fighting the plains, someone noticed the vision in mid-air, and his expression was excited, "Night, night god!

The exclamation aroused more people's ideas, and even the army of thunder frogs temporarily stopped, and the one-man tall thunder frog recognized that person at a glance, that is, the fierce beast that had tortured and killed his lord.

The cheers of the writer and the roar of the thunder frog were intertwined into a wave of sound, and Jiang Ye, who was standing in the center of the wave, finally pulled out the more than three-meter-long soul-snatching sickle.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting!"