The minister's legs and waist were completely weak, every bone was boiled into noodles by fear, and he couldn't use any strength, and the stench from the crotch of his pants could even be smelled by himself, but unfortunately he couldn't smoke the old man in front of him back.

A small part of the old man's head was gone, and the corners of his head to his forehead were slashed off obliquely, and the gray-white brain marrow exposed with each sluggish movement was also swaying slightly. His eyes, which had become black and white, were walking slowly but surely towards the minister. The minister trembled and reluctantly stepped back with his hands on the ground, making a sound that he didn't even know what it was.

Not far away, several cavalrymen were being held down by a dozen corpses. It was as if they were several delicious meals, and the corpses were slowly fighting but also scrambling to pull and bite. The cavalry let out screams as far as a human could reach, their hands and feet still moving, but flesh and entrails passed between the hands and mouths of the corpses.

The old man slowly approached the minister, and as if he were expressing friendship and trust with a very good friend, he stretched out his stiff hands, put his shoulders around him, and opened his mouth, showing the few teeth inside.

The minister took out all the courage and composure in his life, took out a jeweled cross from his bosom, closed his eyes and said aloud: "In the name of the gods of heaven, you impure thing, hurry away from the believers of God, or the ..... of righteousness" Then there was only a hysterical cry, and he clearly felt the old man's teeth digging into his scalp, reaching the skull, and sending out pain.

'Gola'. It's like the clean sound of taking a bite of a crisp apple. It was the last voice he heard in the world.

Asa only felt goosebumps blow up on his tank top and scalp.

The wife of the hunter Levin, the woman who had once received him hospitablely. Her face, which was originally a little intelligent, was almost cut in half with a knife, and the white bones could be seen from the rolled flesh, and an eyeball had been slashed by the knife, and some meridians were pulled out and hung obliquely on her cheeks. She was eating a cavalryman with the corpses of several other villagers, and her other dead fish-like protruding eyes looked straight at the cavalryman's abdomen, and when she reached out, she took out something that was still pulsating and sent it to her mouth, biting out the sound of Zizi, and the dark red juice dripped down her mouth.

The fat man over there, named Big Brother Bangbu, ripped off the arm of the cavalryman and put it in his mouth and bit it. His neck had been cut off almost in half, and the blood had probably dried up long ago, and his skin was a chalky death-white color that contrasted with the bright red liquid still flowing from his mouth.

The scream was already the most beautiful sound in the meadow, at least it could only be made by living creatures. All that remained was the rustle of hundreds of various corpses staggering around. Some of these corpses had a hole in their chests, revealing their internal organs, some held their heads in their hands as if they were holding a weapon, some were rotten and swollen, and an arm fell off as they walked, or their internal organs that had rotted into mud were squeezed out of their mouths by the corpse gas, and they looked like they were vomiting, but their completely cloudy eyes were still staring straight ahead.

The corpse Asa had seen a lot, and he even slept next to the corpse at Sandru. It's one thing to just stop there, it's another to stand up and walk towards you. And the red-robed man still looked at him with interest from a few dozen paces away from him, as if he were looking at an expected date. The gaze from those eyes emitted a burst of corpse breath, even stronger than the smell of the hundreds of corpses around them.

Whether he was hunted down in the uninhabited lizard swamp or in any other situation, the greater the threat he faced, the stronger the hope of survival in his heart. The toughness in him is comparable to that of any of the most tenacious beasts.

But all this in front of me is no longer a threat, but the smell of naked death. No living creature can face this without being creepy. The smell of corpses that had been used to it was now so disgusting, the smell pressed from all directions and the eyes of the red-robed man, like invisible fingers whirling and pinching on the skin. His legs were already shaking, and he felt the urge to run away.

Can't escape, can't escape, can't escape. Asa screamed at himself in his heart.

He knew very well that once a person turns around in the face of fear, he will be completely defeated by fear, and his reason and fighting spirit will be eaten away in an instant, and then he will only fall into a frenzied escape.

The corpses weren't a threat with his speed and agility, but as soon as he was lost in fear, and once he exposed his back to the hand made of bones and skin, there was a good chance that he would be blown to pieces by a large fireball.

"People have to be full to have energy, in fact, it's not just people, everything is the same, you have to eat enough to do things, don't you say?" said the red-robed man as he looked around at the large chunks of the corpses around him, and looked at Asa with the tone of a cat playing with mice.

The upper and lower canine teeth squeezed a small piece of flesh on the wall of the mouth, and as soon as they were forced, the smell of blood spread in the mouth. The smell that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time immediately rekindled the fighting spirit in his heart, which was almost overwhelmed by fear.

Asa stuck out her bloodshot tongue and licked her lips. His fighting spirit, once ignited, burned into a red-hot bayonet.

Asa took a deep breath, clenched the knife in his hand, and bowed down like a cat. The red-robed man stared at him, shook his head with a smile that didn't belong to him, and said in a voice that smelled of corpses, "Don't be so nervous, I just want to ....."

Asa rushed at him with a sudden force.

"Young people are just too impatient. The red-robed man's withered hand lifted slightly, as if it were just a casual gesture. A tiny green flame jumped out of the chicken's claw-like hand and landed on the ground.

As he was running, Asa suddenly bent down and rolled his hands and feet to the side with a desperate support on the ground, and the muscles of his hands and feet were sore from this violent movement. He had been carefully watching every move of the red-robed man, and the purpose of the sprint was simply to dodge.

As soon as the small bit of green flame fell to the ground, it suddenly exploded into a green pillar of fire more than a person high, rapidly spreading in a straight line in the direction that Asa had originally rushed from, and brushed past Asa who rolled to the ground.

The pillar of fire rushed like a wild horse towards the corpse behind it, and as soon as it came into contact with a corpse, the flames grew like crazy. The pillars of fire that rose into the sky carried several corpses high into the air, and only halfway into the air, the corpses were completely melted in the green light, leaving no trace.

Asa didn't look backwards, he had already jumped towards the red-robed man with all his might.

He could use magic himself, and he knew that it would take time to save up and prepare for it to be cast. The gap between the two spells is the only chance to attack.

It's a pity that he misjudged this time, and he was very wrong.

The red-robed man's other hand was raised, the same one that seemed to be made of bones wrapped in tattered leather gloves. But the hand, which had no fat at all, was burning, and burning more than any torch, as if it had been made purely of the oil of hell and the brimstone of the crater.

Asa knew she was wrong, and she shouldn't have jumped up. In mid-air, he no longer had any room to use his strength to toss and turn, only to watch as the flame turned into the shape of a huge firebird in the red-robed man's hand, spreading his wings and rushing towards him.

Asa condensed all his mana into a fireball and shot it at the firebird. The fireball was drowned in the dazzling brilliance of the firebird almost without a sound, and in an instant it was all sun-like golden yellow. The great bird that had been transformed into the flames flew in a hugging gesture to melt him into the incomparably warm embrace.

There was nothing he could do, all that was left was an animal instinct, and he bent over as much as he could.

Successfully capturing its prey and taking it into its arms, the firebird immediately began to flip and move wildly in the air, showing the powerful magical energy that had built itself to the best of its ability, vowing to ravage the things in its arms into dust.

A knife fell from the frenzied fireball. As soon as the knife landed on the grass, it squeaked, and all the grass that came into contact with the knife was scorched.

"If you hadn't forced me, I would have wanted to leave you a corpse as well. The red-robed man sighed a little hard, the two consecutive quick spells made him a little overwhelmed. He looked up at the sky. The curved shadow was devouring the sun's rays at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and the sky was already darkening.

The red-robed man waved his hand, and the firebird rolling in the air immediately flew in the direction of the Whispering Forest, turning into a fire rainbow and throwing it into the trees with a loud bang, bursting out with a burst of red light. The red-robed man nodded, waved his hand to the corpses behind him, and said, "The gate has been opened, let's go in." ”

Asa had encountered many strange things, but none of them made him feel incredible.

Not only did he not die, not only did he not die, but not even a single hair was burned, but the palm of the hand holding the knife just now was burned.

When he was caught in the air by the firebird, the knife in his hand immediately became hot, and the pain made him lose his hand immediately. He could feel the mana and flames swirling wildly around him, and he also used fire magic, and he could feel the strength of the mana surging around him. It stands to reason that even if you are a lump of pig iron, it will be melted into juice. But he only felt the heat, not even the burning pain, not even the crazy fluctuations of the flames, not a single splash on his body.

Then he felt himself fly through the air with the firebird, until there was a loud bang in his ears, and the mana and flames that swirled around him dissipated, and his back slammed into the real thing.

When he looked up after throwing away his hands, he realized that he was in a charred tree hole, or should I say a carbon hole. This is an extremely thick ancient tree, and a large hole has been burned out by a firebird in the trunk of the tree that can only be hugged by more than ten people, and the wood around the hole has been completely carbonized.

Asa jumped to the ground, surrounded by such ancient trees, a light mist swirling among the ancient trees, and there was not a trace of birds and insects chirping around.

This was indeed the Whispering Forest he had peeked at outside. The quaint and magnificent ancient trees and the ethereal mist were still the same, but the sense of intimidation that had shocked him was gone, and there was no room for a quiet mystery.

Asa walked deeper into the forest. He didn't understand why he was okay with that terrifying fire magic, maybe it was the mercy of the red-robed man, or maybe it was some other reason, but whatever it was, he didn't want to go back and face the red-robed man and the horde of zombies again. And listening to the words of the red-robed man just now, it seems that this Whispering Forest is rare to enter once, and he must find the World Tree now.

Even the wind was still in the forest, as if in a void of nothingness, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of one's own footsteps on the grass and fallen leaves, and there was not even a trace of a living thing. The silence was strangely scary.

Asa followed the tracks on the ground and walked deeper into the forest. These traces were left by the few cavalrymen who had just escaped the zombies and fled into the woods. Follow in their footsteps, even if something is wrong ahead, you can know early.

But after only walking a short distance, he really realized that something was very wrong.