Camp Rog was in an uproar due to Hove's changes, and at the same time, the professionals in charge of exploring the new area put on their clothes and walked out of the outpost of the Icy Plains, Nania counted the number of people, leaned against the stone wall, felt a slight chill, and the wind in her ears did not stop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a cold and windy night.

Zizi, zizi, the torch in her hand floated out a little spark, the bright yellow flame dispelled the darkness, and the last person also came out.

She groaned and looked solemnly at the dozens of professionals behind her who looked serious and also held torches.

"It's also a helpless move to move forward at night, if the torch can't be used, replace it with a hedron immediately."

"No one has ever been to the stone wilderness, time is pressing, and astrologers have no time to calculate in advance, and the only one who can rely on them is themselves."

In fact, the professionals who can participate in the exploration team are basically experienced characters, and the admonition was repeated several times, and her expression was relieved, "Actually, there are still benefits, the demons are less active at night, unless it is a monster such as a skeleton." ”

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

"Looks like there's no need to worry."

Words and footsteps whispered, and Nania looked to the left and saw that it was Amber.

"It won't rain tonight, the breath of the evil moon will dissipate, and the ground will be dry."

Amber raised her white fingertips, a little blue light flickered on them, her blue amber eyes shone bright gold, this is the manifestation of the active magic of Westmar in her body, she has adjusted her state to the peak in order to cope with tonight's activities, and has done enough investigative work.

"If it succeeds, a dozen or so villages on the peaks on both sides of the Stone Fields can be liberated, and the area is larger than the Ice Plains and the Blood Wasteland combined, it will be an unimaginable victory."

The benefits of land expansion are numerous, and not only that, but they can also receive some items from the village, even rare survivors.

The demons are wreaking havoc on a wide scale, at least in the investigation of Rog's camp, there are two small manors in the peaks on both sides of the stone wilderness, and the general demons are not interested in metal and valuable items, so if they are lucky, they can still find the location of the manor and obtain considerable wealth.

And Camp Rog is also currently short of metal, there are too many projects that lack materials.

Wealth means better equipment, and better equipment means more power.

However, there is still not so much suspicion between the teams, and the more knowledgeable the professionals, they will understand that cooperation can win success.

Everyone had different thoughts, and Amber's story gradually came to an end.

"You don't have to save the world to be called a hero, anyone who fights the darkness along this path has heroic glory."

She spoke quietly, and the others listened quietly.

No one knows if this is the last thing they heard, and if they listen with such a mentality, the original polite and meaningless words have another deep meaning.

The word hero is really emotional.

Some people can't help but say this.

But before most of them had time to chew, the team was about to set off.

"Now, let's go."

Amber waved her hand violently, and her white robe sounded like a flag in the wind.

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In the stone wilderness, the calm land overflowed with a green mist visible to the naked eye, touching the dry trees next to it, and suddenly turned into a terrible green sap.

This is not poison in the ordinary sense of the word, it is more like magic or witchcraft than corruption within the realm of mortal cognition.

It also has another name for "Burning Hell" or "High Heaven", called "Demon Origin".

As mentioned earlier, due to the mysterious law between the higher planes and the lower planes, ordinary demons are unable to bring demonic source power to the human world, and only a very small number of secondary demons or high-level demons can fuse a pitiful amount of demonic source power into their own bloodlines and bring them to the human world - but they have also become extremely weak, and their strength is not even one percent of the state in hell.

Sensing that his two souls had been slain, Andariel finally made up his mind to communicate with the last soul in Hell and use the power of the Evil Moon to descend on the earth and make a last-ditch effort.

If she can't break the seal before her fate strikes, she has a hunch that she will be killed by the profession.

It is not uncommon for high-level species that have reached a certain level to be able to touch the invisible thread of fate, and to perceive their own destiny in the long years, especially Andariel, who endured the fate of being enslaved by Diablo and kept fighting, but the established fate accelerated the process and did not deviate much.

It's a strange feeling, and it makes her very irritable.

The green light condensed, and the huge phantom of the hideous half-scorpion and half-man appeared on the grass, and all the plants around it began to strangely desertify, turning into colorless and dull particles.

The light of wisdom is like a flame that lights up the eyes of the vain and godless.

This is the embodiment of Andariel's ontological consciousness connecting to the illusory consciousness far away in the depths of the dungeon, a spell from hell that few demons will use. To explain this technique, we have to mention the relationship between "Demon Split Soul" and "Demon True Body".

The relationship between the two is similar to Monkey King's monkey hair and Monkey King himself, the demon soul is just a trace of the demon's body's soul, although it has a certain amount of wisdom and ontology-like strength, but its actions are generally not controlled by the ontology, unless the ontology is willing, its vision cannot be shared with the ontology.

But if the body is willing, it can descend its consciousness into a certain demonic soul, so that it can control the actions of the demonic soul and perceive everything that the demonic soul has experienced.

However, there is also a price, such as some precious demon source power, and once this descended demon soul splits its soul and dies, the main body will suffer a lot of soul damage.

It turned a little stiffly, and the green mist that spread slowly converged.

At this time, the demonic phantom is the real queen of torture.

The mouth of blood opened, and extremely ancient syllables spat out one by one, and the void shook slightly.

"I must unlock the seal of the main body, and before I do it again, hide myself, I have to find a new body."

"Now that it's here, it's a good idea to start controlling the Professions, and it's a good idea to make enough Fallen Army."

As if sensing something, two dark green fireworks burned in its eyes, and the flame-like gaze seemed to pierce the night sky.

Through her dark eyes, she spotted a team of cautious professionals, and luck was good.

The light flickered, and the monstrous demonic phantom vanished in an instant, leaving only a desertified mass of ground and the remains of melted trees.