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The lush turquoise grass grows half a meter in front of the white rock pile, and the rest of the ground is a dull yellow wasteland with no grass, and it is still a little muddy due to the light rain of the previous days and the evil aura overflowing.

This was the path to the "Icy Plains", but some time after the Battle of the Icefields, Camp Rog found an opportunity to block it.

Doing so prevents mentally retarded monsters from entering the Blood Waste, which is the same as the dark white stone walls around the Blood Waste. And for high-ranking professionals, or trained Rog, it is not difficult to climb over this pile of rocks more than three meters high without destroying them.

Tang Ze didn't know that this place was blocked, and Iwamoto didn't mention it.

"Smash this pile of rocks, and Camp Rog will sense the movement, and know that I am leaving the Blood Wasteland and heading to the Icy Plains."

Tang Ze swept away the stones that stood in the way, "Then the Blood Wasteland Cemetery will have to be abandoned, and the secrets about the bottom of the Great Mausoleum will inevitably not be discovered." ”

He frowned, "But without these rocks, most of my team won't be able to enter the Icy Plains with me." ”

"Huh?"

Sensing Tang Ze's displeasure, Iwamoto Ten, who was waiting on the side, asked respectfully, "Master, let me drive the zombies to move these stones away." ”

“・・・”

Tang Ze's face did not change, and he stared at Iwamoto for a moment, and then understood.

Come to think of it, Iwamoto has already weighed the pros and cons.

If he thinks about it, if he wants to develop, he must go to the "Icy Plain", and a small cemetery is less important than the wider world outside.

Secondly, Iwamoto didn't know the secrets under the Great Mausoleum, so it was natural to weigh it like this.

This kind of trivial matter does not need to be reported, it is very simple.

"It's because my vision is too narrow, since I want to conquer a wider area, why bother with a little bit of gain and loss."

"You can't be petty."

Tang Ze's heart turned around with a thousand thoughts, and suddenly became clear, "Even if the cemetery is given to the Roger camp, what if the secrets under the Great Mausoleum are known, when I return to the Blood Wasteland in the future, I will take back the cemetery and the entire Rogge camp!" ”

"Don't hesitate, just smash all the stones that block the way!"

As his experience grew, he felt a gradual change in his mindset.

Shaking his head slightly, Tang Ze waved his hand to signal Iwamoto, whose face was stunned, to step aside, and then said, "That's too slow." ”

Looking at the white stone stone in front of him, the strong coercion spread out around Tang Ze, sweeping like a storm, and a bunch of monster servants retreated in a panic, and the demons behind were even more trembling on the ground.

"Skill Lv2 [Demon Wand] has been released!"

This is the first time since he upgraded to Lv12 that he has released the skill Lv2 [Demon Wand], and the hideous demon phantom of the sheep-headed human body is revealed through the sky, and the giant stick he swings is like a substance, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

Iwamoto Ten, who was observing with bated breath not far away, noticed the change in the demonic phantom for a moment.

"It's even stronger... Even this giant stick demon is..."

The demonic phantom reflected in his eyes, the pair of hideous horns above his head already had some fine pale green lines, and the eyes that originally only emitted a vague red light were like burning blood-colored flames at this moment.

The Illusion is more solid, closer to the entity, and more powerful.

The thunderous black light bombarded the rock pile, the earth trembled, the roar sounded, the stones exploded and splashed, the rock pile more than three meters high collapsed and shattered, and the surging power seeped into the ground, spreading out spiderweb-like cracks.

"Under the erosion of the evil aura, the texture of these wastelands is close to rock."

Tang Ze's eyes signaled, and the giant stick was waved again, and the wind blew away the smoke and dust, and then looked at the cobweb-like wasteland with interest, and continued to mutter, "I'm looking forward to it more and more." ”

"Lacanihu!" "Lacanihu!" "Lacanihu!"

The tall demonic phantom slowly faded away, and Tang Ze's terrifying destructive power appeared in front of the eyes of a group of demonic servants, and the fanatical sinking demon shouted, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

“・・・”

Karasawa's strength has long been engraved in Iwamoto's heart, and he can't help but recall the "Battle of the Ice Field" and the "Evil Moon" that are feared by all professionals.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of the "Evil Moon", plunging the sky and the earth into an abyssal darkness, and the rioting demons pouring into the Blood Wasteland from the Cold Plains, perhaps the team of professionals who have been marching all the way would have purified the Blood Wasteland and marched into the "Icy Fields", and even farther away to the monasteries and monastic heights.

He knew that the monsters of the "Icy Plains" were powerful and terrifying, but compared to the invincible Fallen Lord in front of him, he couldn't help but have new ideas in his head.

Will the "Cold Plain" be swept away by the owner without any suspense?

His conjecture was interrupted by Tang Ze's words.

"Gone."

The voice was neither salty nor light, and all the enthusiastic cheers disappeared in an instant, and the demonic minions respectfully followed Tang Ze as they walked towards the Icy Plain.

・・・

Under the gloomy sky, a trace of evil breath visible to the naked eye escaped the green field and dispersed into the air of black smoke.

The "Icy Field" is close to the place where bones are buried, and there are too many Rog bones buried here.

This facilitates the resurrection of evil, where the earth is depraved, darkness is pervasive, and the soul is wailing.

The evil breath is too strong, the plants in the grass and fields are all showing a strange dark green, and the density of monsters is also extremely concentrated, and the figures of fallen female gunslingers, fallen female marksmen, and dark hunters can be seen everywhere.

Behind the blindly wandering Fallen Rog, there is also a huge ball of dark gray oval, breaking through the ground and standing on the grass, as the mother nest of devouring monsters, it has a good amount of blood, and groups of "blood eagles" are flying around, like black and oppressive dark clouds.

Although they are intellect, they have reached a tacit understanding similar to "territory".

According to the strength of the group, the territory with strong or sparse evil breath is divided, and the territory occupied by both sides is about the same.

Of course, only a few hundred square meters, they are just two small groups in the huge "Icy Plain" monster horde.

A terrifying roar came from afar, and they quickly noticed that a new demon was coming.

The first to break into view were a group of slumbered demons armed with sharp blades, their ugly faces were hideous and unfitting, and a tall drowning wizard was surrounded by them, exuding an extremely uneasy aura.

There is a good saying, a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake.

Coincidentally, flocks of "foul-smelling crows" fluttered their wings and flocked to the group of sunken demons from all directions.

On the other side, seven fallen female spearmen took swift steps, approaching the sunken demon group from both sides, and four dark hunters interspersed the team, leaving six fallen female marksmen waiting for an opportunity.

Soon, the foul-smelling crow fluttering its ugly wings sensed the team behind the Fallen Demons.

The evil aura that soared into the sky spread out in all directions.

Countless zombie hordes, terrifying beasts, powerful skeleton warriors, ugly and hideous cripples, and other monsters so powerful that they dare not approach, especially a dark hunter with twinkling eyes, exudes a natural coercion.

A mortal demon who looked like a human being was surrounded by these terrifying monsters, and raised his head very calmly, his cloudy yellow eyes seemed to be burning.

"These monsters are between Lv7 and Lv9, which is the expected level."

Wearing a gray cloak, Iwamoto Ten, who looked inconspicuous, said in a low voice.

"Kill them all."

Nodding, Tang Ze lightly spit out two words, and the demon servants erupted in a roar, surging like a tide towards the group of monsters not far away.