In the snowstorm, the laboratory of the Tenth Saint was dug up, spread out, and placed in the snowstorm.

Blood is flying, greedy and wants to devour all flesh.

The sheer malice it exuded made Potter Ruth tremble, crying, and did not dare to step forward.

But the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan smiled kindly behind his back, which made Potter Lusi slap violently, and felt that the bloodshot malice in front of him was not terrifying.

Puffed up his chest and walked forward...... One small step.

"The sacrifice begins!"

The kind voice of the leader of the Weeping Clan came from behind, and Potruth reflexively opened his big hand to shake the branches and leaves, and the light was sprinkled like this.

When he came back to his senses, Portruth realized that he no longer knew when he was communicating with the Spring Envoy and borrowing power.

It trembled, fearing that the spring would make the adults feel disgusted by this, so it stopped its power.

When the power stops, so does its life.

Now it understood that the leader of the Weeping Clan had taken it captive for the sake of the chaotic creature in front of it.

Alas.

With a worried face, Potter Ruth didn't dare to stop for a moment, pumping power to the Tenth Saint.

In the distance, the Trus scholars are in full swing, studying the data from the instruments, ready to adjust the process and analyze the data.

This is a very important experiment for them, and they must not be sloppy.

The wind and snow were falling, and the bloodshot was roaring wildly, trying to tear apart the annoying tree man in front of him.

It's just that it was firmly locked by the will of the Tenth Saint in it, and stopped in front of Potterus, making it pale and cold sweat on its back.

Damn, it's too dangerous here.

It's just that the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan watched indifferently from the side, so that Potruth didn't dare to be lazy or run away, so he could only rely on his courage and grit his teeth to continue to convey power.

An hour, two hours......

Potter Ruth was sweating profusely, and the roots of the tree trembled, looking hollowed out.

Although it is essentially a borrowing force, it also requires the consumption of spirit to concentrate and pray.

It's not that you don't have to pay for anything.

But fortunately, when it was about to lose its hold and was about to go dark, the bloodshot in front of it suddenly retracted, and the sleeping Tenth Saint suddenly opened his eyes.

Potruth felt a flash in front of her eyes, and the chaotic creature suddenly vanished, leaving only snowflakes falling.

"Holy Emperor!"

The Tenth Saint half-knelt in front of the leader of the Weeping Clan, bowed his head, and confessed his mistake.

The leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan looked down, his eyes were cold and majestic, "Get up, within three days, I want you to go and fetch a head, can you?"

"Yes!"

The Tenth Saint commanded in a sonorous voice, listening to the weary Portruth tremble.

It's not going to be a treant, is it, Patriarch? Great Elder?

It's cranky, it's terrified.

Now that it's got that chaotic creature back, will the Weeping Clan kill it too?

The mind was confused, it was afraid, and when the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan looked at it, it pounced, causing the surrounding saints to be stunned.

Isn't this a Treant?

The roots are straight, the trees are straight, how can you kneel?

The expression on the face of the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan twitched slightly, as if he didn't expect the Tree People Clan it had captured to be so ...... Personality.

Portruth didn't feel this way at all, and if she didn't beg for mercy at this time, she would die.

"I...... I, I can continue to borrow strength, one day, no! Give me half a day's rest so I can pray again!"

Potruth's plea for mercy stunned the saints, but the Trus scholars on the side had bright eyes and couldn't wait to squeeze over.

"Half a day! No, give you three hours and do the next experiment, okay!"

Three hours?!

Portruth opened his mouth wide and wanted to squirt in his heart, was this using it as a machine? No need to rest

。

The saint too, the corners of his mouth twitched, startled by this statement of the Trus scholar.

Obviously usually very calm, with a cold expression, I didn't expect to say so, so,

"Good!"

The leader of the Weeping Clan approvingly, looked at Potruth, and nodded, "Since you have this heart, then you will follow the Trus scholars in the future and do research."

"But half a day's rest is too short, one day, after each prayer, you will have a day to rest."

"Thank you, Holy Emperor!" Moved by tears, Potruth fell to her knees in front of the leader of the Weeping Clan.

It almost wanted to die just now, and it started once every three hours, even if it was dismantled.

The scholar who seems to be very good, has a very vicious heart.

It's better to be the Holy Emperor.

Naturally, Potruth strangely felt a trace of gratitude to the leader of the Spirit Weeping Clan, which made the expression of the Thirteenth Saint who had been watching from the side a little untenable, and turned his head.

This tree man is simply an alien of the tree man race.

……

The addition of Potruth made the leader of the Weeping Clan very satisfied.

But since it is out of customs, it is absolutely impossible to stop just like this.

Far on the other side, a fierce war is going on here.

Although Erlang retreated most of his clansmen and weak warriors to the land of wind and snow, preparing to fight a long battle.

But the strong clan alliance was unwilling, so they just sat back and watched the strength of the Spirit Weeping Clan swell and gather more weak clan warriors.

With a ruthless attack, he used an ultra-long-distance teleportation array to throw troops on this side on a large scale.

And this time, the Strong Clan Alliance has dispatched a total of five top combat forces.

They believed that although the ambush did not kill the leader of the Weeping Clan, it had definitely caused it too much damage and would not be able to come out and act for a short time.

Therefore, they want to take advantage of this time to send troops in one fell swoop and destroy this stronghold of Ellang!

Save the scruples at both ends and make more trouble later.

Rumble!

On the battlefield, Cascas gritted his teeth and pulled the juniors next to him to the back.

It and the descendants of the clan were lucky enough to survive the first war, and neither died.

But in this second, more tragic war, the junior finally did not dodge, and was hit by a huge fireball, his body was scorched, and he died.

It wanted to pull the juniors into a pit so that it wouldn't be shattered by the subsequent bombardment.

It wants to bring the bodies of its juniors back to their hometown and bury them, not cremation!

It's just that now, the Strong Clan Alliance has dispatched five top combat forces, and the battle in the air has become precarious.

Huge rocks were constantly falling from the sky, killing a bunch of soldiers who participated in the battle.

The stone demon and Qi Lisi are surrounded by five top combat powers, and their bodies are seriously injured, their lives are in danger, and they are almost killed.

This made Erlang grit his teeth, angry, but gave birth to a sense of powerlessness.

After all, the difference in strength is too big!

Once the strong alliance is ruthless and willing to pay a big price, the weak alliance will not be able to stop the attack of the strong alliance at all.

But do you just give up?!

Erlang gritted his teeth, his eyes angry, and he thought of a soldier sent by his father a few days ago.