The large, yellow-green worm squirmed its fat and bloated body, struggling to get out of the ground completely, swinging its massive head in search of the smell of food.

Even if it has mutated, it can no longer be called an animal, and those monsters that look like wolves instead of wolves, bears and not bears still retain animal instincts. They arched their bodies, curled their paws, and bared their fangs and roared demonstratively at the gigantic insect. They are always ready to strike and defend their territory.

It's just that the big bug doesn't seem to take this ferocious monster seriously, if it had eyes. The big worm was the size of ten people, and it ignored the mutated monsters behind it, and opened its terrifying mouth at the desperate knights of light on the shore, and the fine sawtooth spiraled in its mouth deep into its abdomen, and as its mouth opened wider and wider, corrosive saliva dripped from its mouth to the ground like a small waterfall, stinging and rattling.

The knights opened their mouths wide and looked at the bottomless maws of the big bugs with stiff expressions, they thought that being drowned by corpses or torn apart by those monsters was already quite a bad way to die, but they didn't expect that fate would play a malicious joke on them before they died--Death in the belly of the worm, is there anything worse and more disgusting than this?

The big bug shook its fat body, tilted its head back slightly, and then stabbed down swiftly towards the knights. If they were to fight against the corpses or those mutated monsters, the knights would have more or less the strength to fight even if they fought to the death, and they could only wait for death against such a real monster.

The big bug's disregard for the mutant herd angered these ugly and ferocious monsters. As it lunged down on the knights, the hordes swooped in behind it.

Ahh As the fat body of the big bug crushed down like a mountain, more than a dozen people were smashed into meat sauce on the spot. But to people's surprise, the big bugs were not feeding on the knights, but on the corpses in the river. The big insect plunged into the river, like a giant pump, and used its huge mouth to devour the corpses in the river. It seems that this behemoth is a scavenger, and the rotting corpse is its favorite. Presumably, it was a huge group of corpses crossing the border and seducing this guy out of the ground.

The knights watched in amazement as the big bugs sucked the corpses in the river, even forgetting their current precarious situation. As the big bug ate greedily, its already bloated body became even fatter.

When the big insect was enjoying the "food", the group of monsters behind it also pounced on it and tore it wantonly, but with little effect. Those who got close even heard a very harsh sound, the sound of the monster's claws grinding against the insects. The skin of the bug looks very elastic, and although it is disgusting, it is also like a giant "jelly". When the claws tore at its seemingly soft skin, it couldn't pierce it, or even slip away.

After a few moments, the feasted insect lifted its huge body from the river, shook it a few times, and shook off the tickling "little ones" on its body.

A foul stench erupted from its mouth, and the big bug burped pleasantly.

While these monsters were fighting, Fording jumped out of the forest alone, quickly gathered the Holy Light Knight on the shore, and took advantage of this rare opportunity to quickly lead his subordinates to escape.

Behind them, the herd regrouped, vowing to drive the big bugs out of their territory. The big bugs seem to be bored after eating, and they play with them as if they are having fun.

The big lord Fuding pulled a hairy boy who was still turning his head to watch the excitement, and dragged him as he ran and reprimanded: "What are you looking at?! Don't run for your life yet!"

Ferdin's eyes were full of sadness, and there were three thousand Holy Light Knights who had set off in a majestic manner, and now there were only three or four hundred left. Fortunately, they finally escaped, and I hope that God will really favor them this time.

Ahead, the road home is long. Either way, he needs to take these young men back to the capital Tempest City and report the critical situation in the eastern part of the kingdom to Archbishop St. Martin, while also keeping the Knights of Light alive.

Li Xiang walked around the house in annoyance, and even more annoyed than him was the little prince Sasario. While Li Xiang was distracted, the little prince tiptoed to the window, wanting to sneak out quietly. He has been locked up at home for almost a month, and his whole body is stuffy and moldy.

The little prince gently opened the window a crack, and then slowly opened, and the air outside rushed in, and the free world beckoned to him. The little prince screamed. He turned his head with a sad face and saw that it was his sister, Catherine, the Black Dragon Princess, who had twisted his ears.

"What are you going to do?" asked Catherine.

The little prince muttered aggrievedly: "Go play roughly." ”

Li Xiang also noticed the situation here, and said with a gloomy face: "You are not allowed to go downstairs before dinner today, stay in your room honestly." ”

The little prince put on that pitiful look and used his most powerful "weapon", but unfortunately in vain. Catherine's face became even more ugly, and she stood side by side with Li Xiang, pointing upstairs without question, signaling the little prince to go back.

"Wimsalak, please take care of him. Li Xiang commanded. Although the dragonman Wimsalaq has the nickname of Bloodclaw, which is more convenient to call, Li Xiang still likes to call him by his real name, and he doesn't want this dragonman to completely forget his former self because of this bloody nickname.

Bloodpaw nodded expressionlessly, followed the little prince upstairs, and dutifully guarded the little prince's door.

Arrange the affairs of the little prince, Li Xiang asked the crow Odyssey: "Are we just waiting stupidly?" Luo Kanshang was still in prison, and the Prince of Orleans sat idly by, and Li Xiang was very annoyed.

Odyssey replied: "You know best what the Prince of Orleans has given in reply. ”

Li Xiang glanced at the black crow, this thing looked like it had nothing to do with himself, he folded his hands and said to the black crow: "Please, come up with an idea." ”

Odyssey nodded, pinched his chin and pondered for a while, and said one word: "Wait." ”

Li Xiang said: "I'm your boss anyway, and I'm the one who pays you a salary, right?"

Odyssey said: "What I say by 'wait' is not the same as what the prince said. ”

Li Xiang said angrily: "Do you have more 'wait' strokes or what? Your dictionary is pirated, right?"

The odyssey ignored Li Xiang's gag and said, "The prince is waiting for things to turn around, so we will help him make a turnaround." However, the emergence of this turnaround also requires us to 'wait', because the person who really made the turnaround is the prince. ”

"What do you mean? Tell me clearly!" Li Xiang asked.

"To solve this matter, these so-called 'victims' need a scapegoat, and it shouldn't be difficult to create a scapegoat with the back of the black pot with the Prince's hand. The difficulty was to convince him to do so, and for now it seems that the Prince of Orleans has his own agenda. ”

Li Xiang was confused when he heard this, and asked, "I don't know if I feel strong, you just say that there is a way." ”

"There is a way, of course, but ......" Odyssey sold off.

Li Xiang understood the bad habits of this goods, and asked helplessly: "Say, what do you want?" Let's say it first, even if I owe you a favor, half of it will be on Luo Kan this time." ”

Odyssey said, "I'll write it down for you, I haven't figured out what I want for a while." Li Xiang looked at his smug face, and felt like he was on a thief ship.

In the northern plateau of the United States, outside the city of a gale with a howling gale.

A team of more than 100 people, ragged and depressed. The leader was none other than Lord Ferdin, the Grand Master of the Knights of Light, who had finally escaped from the plague-ridden eastern part of the kingdom with the remnants of his remnants.

In less than two months, things are not people. Three thousand elites went on the expedition, and less than eleven were returned. He looked up at Tempest City, and the capital was not even prosperous. Only the wind was blowing, and there was no sound beyond that. Ferding could barely feel the breath of the living, and his heart sank, could it be that the capital had also fallen?

Just when he was in doubt, the gates of Tempest City opened, and under the banner, he saw His Majesty the King, who had not been on the road for many days. Although the Knights of the Holy Light is an organization of the Order and is not under the jurisdiction of the kingdom, Fording can't help but feel hot in his heart, they are such an embarrassed defeated army, His Majesty Heinrich will actually go out of the city to greet them in person.

Behind the king was the army of black press. As the formation of the army unfolded, it stretched into the distance and even exceeded the edge of the city wall. Furding felt a little uneasy, did the honor guard need such a big battle?

At this time, King Heinrich of Main left his army behind him and came with an entourage on horseback. From the figure of the knight behind the king, Fordin could recognize it as the king's most trusted man, Darien, the eldest son of the family of the Burners, and the brother of the fallen Renault.

The King and Darien were getting closer, close enough to see their mounts. When Fording saw the two of them, he poured a basin of cold water on him from head to toe, and from time to time the carrion fell from the horses they were riding, revealing their skeletons!!