"Chief, what are we going to do?"

“...... I don't know. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The werewolf Sula looked at the battlefield in front of him hesitantly, and now this is no longer something he can understand, or even something he can touch.

Since receiving the news of the shaman group Terr, Sura who was sent by Emperor Sukara is just a two-star little orc of less than three stars, which is just a little adult in the beast clan, both strength and speed are in a time of rapid development, although in the end to become a three-star orc still needs to cultivate hard, but in the eyes of Sulla, who is the guard of Emperor Sukara, it has never been a difficult thing.

"This seems to be the power borrowed from the abyss by the Blood Cave Tribe. After hesitating for a moment, Sula said suspiciously, "But why does this force always make me feel uneasy?"

After a pause, Sula reinvigorated, "No matter what, it's our power, the beast god is on top, kill this group of humans!"

Nearly 10,000 werewolves walked out of the battlefield, their blood-dripping beast claws hanging down at their sides, the white hair on their bodies shaking like waves of the cold wind, the murderous aura roared at their sides, the beast roared in their hearts, and a large mouth of blood that had chewed countless lives bared its fangs in the cold wind.

"In order to wash away the shame, in order to honor the ancestors, the warriors of the frost wolf, slaughter the worms in front of you!"

Ten thousand wolves ran, their thick limbs hammered against the earth, and the earth trembled, and the wolves roared and roared, and the heavens were torn apart by their roars, and the air was killed by the breath of the wolves, and the wind was blowing, and the frost was broken.

"Oh my God, why did you do this to us, what did we do wrong?"

The desperate cry of the resentful populace, when death casts the shadow of death, under the double despair, the formula of one plus one never applies.

The last luck was broken, and the people heard the last wail of life, which was a crisp sound, and their hearts suddenly became empty, and the spirit in their eyes was empty, leaving gray pupils, staring ahead like dead ashes.

In the field of vision, the gray gaze painted the pale bones gray, the pure white hair gray, the distant horizon gray, and even the cold sun of the sky painted a dull gray.

"No, my lord, what have I done wrong? Is it not true that your desperation cannot be reviled? I have believed in you forty-three years, seven months, and eight days, and I have given you everything, all my everything, all my everything! Why? Why take back your hope?"

The old man roared helplessly, like a desperate mother beast holding up her scarred cub, "Lord, open your eyes and see, he is still a child!

The baby cried helplessly, the cold wind on his side took away the only remaining heat in the warm swaddling clothes, and the biting cold penetrated through the tender skin, pure as a newborn heart, freezing the blood vessels that were still so slender little by little.

"Do you really ignore this immature life and let the eyes of death stare at it...... Don't...... Could it be that cold god is really everything I once believed in?"

The baby's cry gradually faded, his white and translucent arms curled up, his red veins annoyed with blue and purple, his big eyes slowly narrowed, the aura in them gradually dissipated, and the remaining woody colors swirled in the gaps.

"I curse you again!" the god of light, Lorfando......"

The true name of the god was called, and the golden thunder in the sky piled up into a golden-black canopy in an instant, and flashes of anger flickered in the canopy, turning into the roar of the gods to vent the anger of being blasphemed.

"What's going on there?"

It was impossible for the nearest Cosmo giant city to ignore the godlike fury in the sky, and one after another eyes were cast on the dark golden thunder behind the ice-blue sky, and the light elements on their bodies were inexplicably excited, frantically projecting anger into their souls.

"What the hell is going on?"

Five legendary knights, fifty-two paladins, and a dozen powerful light mages, spread their hands, with a hint of confusion, such a light riot had never happened, and they didn't even think about it, after all, who would have thought that the light that was famous for its holiness would be stained with red anger.

"This intense induction reminds me of the Age of Light decades ago, active, pulsating, full of life, oh my God, it was literally heaven on earth, and I really miss it. ”

"The light of holiness casts from heaven to destroy the last despair, and to spread hope evenly in every living being, rich or poor, race or status......"

"I really miss it!"

More than a dozen old mages fell into their own fantasies as if intoxicated, and every word was like the river of honey flowing in heaven, oozing with a sweetness.

Apart from...... Bishop Miser.

He sighed slightly, if his two old fellows were here, how could they fall into such a contemplation?Whether it was Bass's erudition or Tours's changeability, the current situation would probably be different, hey, teacher, why do you ......

But what's happening now ...... Old Misher gradually fell into deep thought, his wise eyes fell on the dark golden world, and the accumulation of years in his mind trembled wildly.

What is it? what makes the light element so active, what makes the light element so angry, so angry that it wants to provoke the majesty of snow in a world dominated by cold?

Is it killing, or despair, or rather...... Old Misser's dry eyes narrowed slowly...... Is it darkness?

The old man's outstretched hands have been frozen, the tips of his fingers are revealing the breath of death, there is no sound in the swaddling clothes in his hands, in the swaddling clothes, the baby wrinkled his little face, the white and red cheeks were left gray-black, two ice skates hung in the corners of his eyes, spread along the cheeks to the neck, and froze the small body.

"Lord~Ah......hh

The faint breath was broken, calling out that there was no curse, no resentment, some just repentance, maybe the last moment of death blurred something, and what did he see? But obviously, it didn't matter.

One after another frightened and screaming people ran wildly on the prairie, screaming like a piercing cicada, and for a long time, colliding on this empty and dead grassland.

Behind him, the white bones slowly and firmly snowballed, and one by one the white bones crawled out of the corpses, rubbed off the remaining flesh in the snow, and then "buzzed" to ignite the fire in his mind, brandishing the inferior long sword that came from nowhere, and wielding a bloody slaughter at his relatives and companions a second ago.

It's just that their speed is too slow, and their fragile white bones can't support their ability to run at all, so even if the flames in their minds are rolling like a tide, they can still only drag a few "enemies" who accidentally fall into the abyss of death.

Of course, they can't, just because someone can't.

The werewolves of the Frostwolf Clan are running wildly in the snow, and as the former king of the snow, it is not too easy to slaughter a few weak humans on the ice field.

Stubble after stubble of human beings fell like wheat harvesting, corpses sprayed with blood became popsicles in the snowflakes, the slaughter of werewolves has entered a crazy situation, or the beastly nature buried in the bottom of the heart, only more brutal and irrational.

800,000 ...... 700,000 ...... 600,000 ......

"Almost. ”

A messy battlefield, where the original convoy was, a lonely trolley standing among the debris and debris seemed so abrupt.

"I like to kill, but I'm sure you're tired of watching it, and it's time to decide the winner. ”

The voice of Kasa was triumphant, and the arrogant evil god regained his pride as evil, and the pale fingers fell, initiating the final verdict.

"The great Lord Casa has given you the right to recite your true name, awaken your memories, warriors who fought for me!"

The blue soul fire trembled, the inferior long sword raised high was frozen in the air, and the rattling laugh was stuck deep in the throat and could not be vented, like a duck that was choked by the neck, a little funny.

The woman who had escaped her life for the time being opened her eyes in fear, looked at the skeleton nailed in front of her, covered her mouth and cried.

"Mary"

The call of the weak mosquito came from the skeleton's body, hesitating with unspeakable fear.

The woman's face turned white, she shook her head dismally, and looked at the sky in almost despair, and the long sword in the skeleton's hand fell down with a "long bang" and smashed on the frozen ground. Its deep white claws wanted to touch the hair of the woman in front of it.

Who is he? He is Mary's husband, and once again the shenanigans of the god of fate come into play, and the husband turns into a skeleton to hunt down his wife among hundreds of thousands, and regains his memory in the moment he is about to be killed.

"No!"

The woman named Mary got up at once and rushed forward without direction. The skeleton's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and its pale bone claws clenched and hung down weakly...... Sorry, dear!

"Roar~"

The fishy wind came to his face, mixed with the red of blood, covering his face without pity.

"Quack~"

The two pieces of white bones slowly smashed into everything at once, so crisp, so pleasant, the mischief of the god of fate finally developed to a climax, as the husband of the skeleton sobered up, then, as a human wife, how can she live alone? This is not destined to be a beautiful ending, after all, sitting on it is a god who is called the most ruthless.

The bloodstained figure looked so poignant at this moment, and the withered yellow linen clothes that he personally chose were not like the last butterfly in autumn falling weakly on the withered flowers, so helpless, so weak.

"No!"

The roar of the soul resounded throughout the battlefield, incredulous, sad, helpless, and of course, more helpless. A few drops of black resentment melted in the blue soul, corrupted towards the dark blue of the deep sea, and built a chariot of death with white bones, and launched a desperate struggle against the werewolf beside him.

Caught off guard, nearly a thousand werewolves were dealt a fatal blow, and the seemingly slender but incomparably strong arms struck the werewolves' heads without pity, once, twice, three times...... Perhaps, one hit is nothing, but what about a thousand, ten thousand?

One by one, sturdy bodies fell, in a pool of blood gathered by him and the people he had killed.

"Blood Cave Tribe, what are you doing?"

Sula managed to dodge the white bones in front of him, and blasted out, knocking a skeleton out of the air, smashing out a long road, in the middle of the road, the white bones were scattered, the head rolled, and the blue soul fluctuated and flickered like a burst, releasing crazy thoughts.

"You damned orcs, you all deserve to die, you! you! you !!"

There was no resentment, only naked hatred, hundreds of thousands of skeletons stood up one by one, the flames between the skulls jumped, expanded, and through the two huge holes, scattering a piercing hatred.

The werewolves were scared almost at the same time, and the threat of the dead was not something that their group of living people could resist, let alone their group of orcs with beastly instincts.

"Blood Cave Tribe, you owe us an explanation!"

Sula roared, turned around with unwillingness, tore the white bones in front of him into slag, and ran towards the distant horizon, behind him, one werewolf after another roared at the same time, white hair flying, claws flashing in his hands, struggling to fight his way out of the white bones.

The werewolf frantically waved his claws, the sharpness of the claw tips easily tore apart the white bones, and the explosion of blood and qi easily shattered the white bones, and when he turned around, swept his tail, roared, roared, and the white bones turned into pieces one by one, and fell to pieces.

However, there were too many white bones, one white bone fell, and the other white bone pushed up, like a tide that never stopped, not to mention, as an immortal undead, it was just a moment's effort, no matter how broken the bone would be incredibly healed, and then, a fallen white bone stood up and continued to roar and rush forward.

Although it was just a "quack" sound.

............

The werewolf is finally tired. The blood qi in the body was almost exhausted, and the exhaustion in the brain was even more penetrating to the bottom of the eyes, and even the claws were completely smoothed out in the continuous waves, leaving the two fleshy palms to slap weakly.

They have never had such a battle, even if they are not afraid of the most powerful enemy, one is dead, the other is on top, ten people are dead, a hundred people are on top, and the final victory will always be theirs.

But what about the living, what about the dead? Can the dead be killed again? The white bones in front of them clearly told them the answer--no!

A terrible wolf howl rang out, and it was drowned in white bones, and then the bones dispersed, leaving behind a pool of fine pieces of flesh.

"You see, death is as simple as that. Kassa's mind looked at the crystal ball that let out a painful wail and prayed for the rest of the humans to accept their bones, and said to Jin Li very proudly: "It seems that the human race, the great Kasa-sama, has won again this time. ”

"Again?" Jin Li's silver soul flickered, as if sneering, "That's not necessarily. ”

"Mantis arm as a car?"

"No!" Jin Li shook his head, "It's devastating!"

"The great Lord Casa has a million undead legions!" Casa was very excited, this was his pride!

Jin Li smiled and said, "But, I have a hundred thousand wolves!" As soon as he raised his hand, the silver-white silk threads in the silver soul shuttled and condensed, and a silver-white figure on his fingertips looked up to the sky and roared, "Kerry Bin Dis, but it's time for you to appear!" (To be continued.) )