Yuting frowned, the words of blood can be understood as the blood clan, so what is chaos?

She's not a gamer known for reasoning, so it's hard to deal with this kind of mixed information.

Lin Poxi, a noble lady who likes to wear cheongsam, often asks her subordinates Yuting to watch more mystery movies or something, but it seems that her reasoning ability has not improved much.

Yuting's temples began to hurt again, the most damning part of this matter is that Yuting can now obtain information in the dream through time advancement, but the information she obtained cannot help her get out of her current predicament, as for passing it on to her potential teammates, it is also a fantasy, in the dungeon, she does not have a communication tool that can transmit information like a mobile phone.

Yu Ting was a little confused, she didn't know what to do now, any plan needed a foil of strength, but Yu Ting knew that in front of the necromancer and this caramel-eyed youth, she had no room for resistance, at least she had to protect herself in front of the necromancer.

However, she can also sense that this copy is probably going to end early, because the battle between the three parties is about to begin.

At this time, Yuting suddenly shrank in Tong Kong, fighting, fighting?!

The fusion of blood and chaos, if the fusion here refers to battle, blood refers to the blood clan, then chaos, will it refer to the werewolf clan?!

The time when werewolves and blood clans appeared was around the time when this evil god was destroyed, that is, it is very likely that after the death of the god of blood and chaos, these two races were derived!

Well, the ultimate point, or rather, the only winner of this battle, is probably the god of blood and chaos, or more precisely, probably, Virgil the Great!

In addition, Yuting also figured out why Virgil the Great wanted to devote himself to painting, and that was because the way the god of blood and chaos gained power was to paint.

This is an evil god who prefers art, and when it paints, it is like it has been set some kind of curse, and when it paints, it silently strips away a part of all the living beings in the painting, and stores it in the painting, which may be a human being, or an animal or tree.

If Virgil the Great painted with his own blood, the whole painting would have evaporated from the human world.

This is the power of the gods.

Moreover, those who are cursed, if they have a sufficiently devout belief in Virgil the Great, will not be aware of it themselves.

These spirits are not used to refine guardian spirits or anything else, but to fight against divinity.

In the process of becoming a god, the divinity that represents the will of the world, while giving you power, will devour your humanity, and your own humanity is simply impossible to compete with this divinity, and at this time, you need to use this ritual to gain the humanity of others to fight against this divinity.

Of course, all kinds of signs are pointing to one thing, Virgil the Great, absolutely not dead, he is silently watching all this in a corner at the moment!

In fact, all players on Earth have been exploring what this so-called apocalyptic game is, and now there is an evil god setting in this world.

Evil gods, can be traced back to a long time ago, Yu Ting doesn't know much, but the only thing she can be sure of is that most of these evil gods have no substance, and they can be regarded as an aggregate of will.

Of course, if you understand it with spiritual power, this so-called evil god is a pure soul state.

If his own mental power is not strong enough to resist the power of the evil god, then he will be affected by her.

This evil god is definitely not the final boss, or rather, once this ritual is completed and the evil god really comes, then they don't have to play, or rather, everyone in this world doesn't have to play.

When the true gods come, where is the possibility of mortals resisting?

Yuting's own task is to find the treasure of the Middle Ages, if she follows the army of the undead, it is better to say that the army of the undead will have an advantage at that time, in case she is at a disadvantage and kills the red eye again, she is likely to become cannon fodder.

She remembered that in her memory, in addition to the three camps of the undead, werewolves and blood clans in this world, not all of the Terrans had already disarmed and surrendered, and some of the Terran resistance forces did not know if they would participate in this battle.

Yuting felt that he had to find a way to escape!

Let's see if there's a chance to meet that Ramvigil!

At the very least, before this war ends, find the treasure of the Middle Ages, complete the mission, and leave this land of right and wrong!

......

In the werewolf camp, a black wolf standing on the mountain peak could be seen through the pale moonlight.

Its fur seemed to flow through a pitch-black river, black markings stretching out with teeth and claws.

Completely beastly at the time of the full moon, Worf can best absorb the power of the moon, and it looks down at the distant fire of the mountains, where the Crimson City is, where the Bloods are.

Its breathing became heavier and heavier, its skeletal muscles twisted, and its body seemed to have chains severed, absorbing the power of the moonlight, feeling the new power enter every inch of flesh and bones in its body.

He got the news that the army of the undead had landed!

Wolf knew that noon had arrived, and there was no need to wait!

It's time to go to war!

Gather up the army, and start today.

......

The colorful tents and randomly built wooden houses are where the werewolves usually live.

Several werewolves cut off a withered chestnut tree with their sharp claws, and set up a bonfire with dead branches to roast a rabbit half a circle larger than a domestic dog.

The werewolves experienced the deliciousness of barbecue and spices, and naturally they did not want to eat rabbit sashimi as before.

Orange-yellow flames licked the rabbit meat, and some spices made with grated rosemary, sage, peppers and salt were evenly sprinkled on the rabbit meat.

"Be careful, don't waste it." A werewolf reminds the spice-spilling guy.

Not for anything else, because the value of these spices is much higher than the rabbit itself. After a while, the unique fatty aroma of meat, accompanied by the spicy aroma of the seasoning, diffused in the slightly fishy air.

There are also drums and music around, which are vassal and elegant werewolves competing to show off.

The night grew darker, and when the wind rose, the dark clouds in the sky obscured half of the moon.

Ah Wei is lying on the haystack, his appearance is mediocre, in fact, he does not have any special strengths, and there are no shortcomings, the single time is about equal to the age, what, why do you ask why is it about to wait...

That's because when he was a child, he always played his father......

At this time, he looked at the little fan brother who came with him on the side, and said happily: "I ask you something, if you tell me, I will go to Seni for you to say a few kind words, not to mention that you will be freed from the status of human slavery, but it is still no problem to add a chicken leg at dinner." ”

Those little fans looked at Ah Wei, and hurriedly patted their chests and said, "Boss, don't worry, we must know everything, and we will say everything!" ”

"Here, is there a place where you can kill the blood clan in a grand manner, I mean, not by war, but by a way like drama." Ah Wei tasted the sweetness of killing the blood clan to get points in exchange for free attribute points, so he also wanted to kill more blood clans under the opening of the army.

Those little brothers were a little silent, but I didn't expect this elder to seem to be addicted to killing blood clans....

"Then you can go to the Underground Black Fist, where it's basically only the Enslaved and Bloodline...... But it's very dangerous, there are no rules, no restrictions, even if you bring a knife or a firearm, it's not a foul, and you don't stop until you're the last. ”

Ah Wei's eyes lit up, the combat power of these enslaved bloods was very fragile because of long-term malnutrition, so even if thirty weak vampires were on it together, he wouldn't be worried.

"Sounds good!

Ah Wei clapped his hands and said: "Then take me tonight, as a reward, I will share half of the Yinlang obtained by the underground black fist." ”

Chatting with these humans, Ah Wei also gained some information about Wolf.

Nima, to be honest, this Worf, is definitely a son of luck.

He was chased and killed by Duke Bolton before, and when he ran for his life, he ran to the river, and the river froze, and after running over, the ice melted immediately, and the river was so wide that it was difficult to pass even if he was flying, so that the pursuers were helpless.

This is definitely a man of good luck.

Fighting with this kind of person, there is a possibility that although there are not many werewolf troops in this battle, they will not necessarily lose.

At this moment, a noisy noise suddenly sounded outside, and Ah Wei and all the human slaves present were stunned for a moment.

"Everyone, come to the camp square in three minutes! I repeat, everyone, meet in three minutes in the square in front of the camp. ”

It was Senny's voice, and everyone was in a daze, and Ah Wei jumped directly from the haystack and ran quickly towards the square.

As he walked, he scolded secretly, grass, Worf, I see that you are not a werewolf, you are a pig-headed monster of TM, this guy who can't hold his breath, didn't he say that he would wait for me for two days, how can you say that you will send troops?