The trees were getting thinner and thinner, and by the time the moon was rising just above, Wang Dong had already led the ogres out of the forest.

From where Wang Dong stands is a gentle slope downward, and the artificially leveled circular pattern is at the bottom of the hillside.

Under the light of the towering headlights, Wang Dong could clearly see that the patterned turf was trimmed into a lion's head with five radial legs, typical of the god of sorcery.

"Roar!"

A man with a crooked body walked towards him, his upper body seemed to be crooked, starting from his navel, half of his body and two legs formed a wide obtuse angle, like a deformed child.

"It's assemblers again. ”

Relevant memories automatically appeared in Wang Dong's mind, this was the information from the person who assembled it just now, their souls had dissipated, but the memories remained in Wang Dong's mind.

These poor people were captured from all over the world by cultists of the gods of sorcery, and they used evil spells to dissect the living and then divide them into many parts and place them on other bodies.

Like the assembler just now, the strongest of these assemblers, not only does it integrate magicians, knights, and druids, but those evil mages also strip out the brains of these three people and stuff them into the split bodies, which also causes the assembler to look very crazy although he can use three different abilities.

The assembler in front of him naturally couldn't reach the level just now, but he was also very powerful, as soon as he saw Wang Dong, he immediately changed to run, and flew towards Wang Dongben, and the dirt behind him flew over his head.

He was fast, but Wang Dong was faster, after turning into a blood clan, his body turned into an afterimage in the dark night, and one accelerated to the side of the assembler, and the sharp fingers cut his throat, causing blood to gush out wildly.

"Roar!"

In the dark night, a howl echoed the assembler, and through the good eyesight of the blood clan, Wang Dong saw one after another strange-looking people running towards this side.

There are those with uncoordinated proportions between the upper body and the lower body, those with three arms of the elderly, and those with two heads, in short, as long as Wang Dong wants to get it, there are all kinds of deformities.

"Kill!"

Wang Dong waved the white bone scepter and pointed to the pattern of the god of evil arts in front of him, and the ogre waved the big stick in his hand and rushed down the mountain, his stout steps on the ground with a rumbling sound.

The target is right in front of you, there is no need to hide anymore, it is better to attack before they can react if they are discovered!

The ogre and the assembler collided with each other, with a force on one side and a variety of strange abilities on the other.

The ogre's giant rod was slapped, and some of the two-headed assemblers were able to completely abandon the second head on their shoulders and let the white brains splash all over their bodies, but their body speed was not at all, and they picked up the sharp spear in their hands and stabbed it into the ogre's stomach, stirring it vigorously.

But the ogre did not retreat from the pain, one hand tightly grasped the spear, and the stick that was stained with half of his head swept again, shattering the other head on the shoulders of the assembler.

"Ahh

Wang Dong followed the sound and looked over, and No. 2 jumped up high, sat on a skinny group of people with his fat ass, regardless of the colorful liquids under him, picked up his mace and sent it with a assembler as fat as a leather ball.

The fat man's body swelled rapidly, like a balloon into the air, and No. 2's mace slapped on the fat man, not breaking its skin at all, but was bounced high and suddenly broke away from No. 2's hand.

The fat man's belly shrank sharply, and smoke kept coming out of his nose, so frightened that Number Two turned around and twisted his ass to run.

A flame came out of the fat man's nostrils, his mouth opened, and black smoke came out, Wang Dong had turned into a black shadow and came to the fat man's side, his nails scratched on the fat man's belly, and the viscous yellow liquid gushed out of the wound, the fat man's nostrils and mouth were all gone, but the wound began to burn instead, and soon burned all over his body.

No. 2 ran for a long time, and found that the imaginary disaster had not come, and when he looked back, he found that it was Wang Dong who saved him, and immediately ran over, prostrate at Wang Dong's feet, and kept praising loudly.

Wang Dong didn't understand what No. 2 was saying, and said, "Okay, continue to attack forward!"

In this way, with the help of Wang Dong, the battle that was still a little stalemate tilted towards the ogre's side, and this group of tall and muscular guys gradually approached the pattern of the god of evil arts.

One by one, the assemblers fell, Wang Dong was already a little numb from killing, and there were already patches of deformed corpses left behind him, and his two hands were already dyed blood-red.

After the head of the last assembler in front of him was cut off, Wang Dongzhong came to the pattern of the god of evil arts.

As soon as he stepped on this pattern, there was a rumbling sound under his feet, and several red pillars of light rose from the ground, and several ogres standing next to the pillars of light turned into powder without even having time to snort.

The lion's head began to light up little by little, and the light moved along the toes towards the lion's head, as if these feet of the god of evil magic were its brilliance, and they wanted to envelop the surroundings.

"Boom!"

The ground where Wang Dong was located sank sharply, and he felt like he was taking a king-sized elevator, and a dozen ogres and himself quickly went underground on this elevator.

When the disc stopped, it was brighter than the surface.

In front of him was a hall wider than a football field, and more than a dozen men in black robes emblazoned with the badge of the god of evil arts formed a circle, releasing the faint white light of a man soaked in a pool of blood.

As soon as Wang Dong and the others stopped, those men hit the middle finger spell, and someone pulled out the man in the blood pool, and the white insects wriggled on his thin body, and the red blood continued to drip from his body, looking weird and terrifying.

Someone covered one of his eyeless eye sockets with a black cloth, and dressed him in the same black robe as everyone else.

"You are the High Priestess of the God of Evil Arts?"

Wang Dong asked at the one-eyed priest.

"You're looking for the High Priest? Hehe, the High Priest is not something you little people can see. ”

To Wang Dong's surprise, it was not the one-eyed priest who answered him, a priest who was so fat that he put a spherical robe on top of his robe said disdainfully, his fleshy chin held high, and his two small eyes looked at the roof of the cave glowing with white light, as if it was really the sky.

Wang Dong glanced at the dozen or so priests, and they seemed to be led by this fat priest, including the one-eyed priest, who had gathered around him.

There were quite a few deformed assemblers walking with heavy and slow steps, these assemblers were different from the ones Wang Dong had fought just now, and the sutures on their waists, faces, and joints were still dripping with viscous liquid, as if they had just been made.

"I'm afraid your high priest wouldn't be there at all, or you wouldn't have protected yourself with these newly made assemblers, not to mention that you discovered me early in the morning, but you didn't dare to intercept me. ”