After the First World War in the Southern Jungle, which caused many casualties and the consequences were equally severe, Ouyang Dao was forced to fight in the Southern Jungle.

The king, the guild and the church have decreed that all professionals must assemble and enter the southern jungle to exterminate this species. The operation was also supported by Alfonso, and the southern jungle had lost its danger and turned into a treasure trove of resources.

In the jungles of the South, where herbs and minerals never see the light of day, and all kinds of rare animals are waiting to be killed by professionals, killing several legendary exotic species is a good thing in every way.

This is Fiona's message to Ouyang Dao, and it is also the message that Ouyang Dao is going to die. The operation looked like it was going to send people out to reap the benefits, but the danger in the southern jungle did not diminish much. In the process, Leonus opened the way for military administrators and prison wardens who could enter as sinners and make meritorious deeds.

If he had gained enough credibility in this operation, he might have had more tactics. Ouyang Dao didn't take this news seriously, and Fiona didn't know what happened to Earl Beifeng, and now there was a less powerful person behind him who was willing to work for him. Even if he succeeds on the battlefield, without the command of those behind him, he is nothing more than a dead soldier.

He may not have a sense of honor for killing civilians, but the consequences of death are inevitable. For this Nanlei, Ouyang Dao is more concerned about integrity and narrow-mindedness. The bloodlines are three to one, the five species die two, the balance of power in the southern jungle is broken, and the power of the light side has completely covered the dark side. This must be something that many people do not want to see, especially the members of the rally.

Over the years, the southern jungles have harbored an unknown number of dangerous aliens and out-of-control professionals, many of whom have created bizarre legends. If he had a party now, Ouyang Dao believed that he would have a lot of opportunities.

Thinking of this gathering, Ouyang Dao couldn't help but think of his contract with the mysterious legend, this ancient ruin was also in the southern part of the kingdom, but on the verge of the neighbor of the Violet Kingdom, the Kingdom of Hope, Estella. The expedition to the southern jungle is expected to last for a long time, which is bound to affect his engagement with this mysterious legend. Ouyang Dao frowned. If he doesn't have time, he'll have to find a stand-in or have the right to go out alone for a while.

The expeditions of the southern jungles were so large that it was thought that the professionals would also be strictly controlled, since the characteristics of the professionals and the topography of the southern jungles might not allow a single regiment to advance, and it was more likely that the professionals would form an expedition, but the location of each team would be reported.

This is also a constraint for Ouyang Dao, this organization is organized in such a way that several professionals can get together for a long time, making it difficult for them to hide their activities from each other. But I can bring and be a loyal member of the dragon's blood, Thorey's brother, and also need Ouyang Dao's help, and Yuriel is under Ouyang Dao's direct control.

It is more convenient to team up with these people, and it is not a problem for Ouyang Dao to leave halfway. However, Yariel is an assassin, Karolmets and Thorey is a warrior, and Ouyang Dao himself can also serve as an auxiliary person, but the actual healing effect is certainly not inferior to that of a professional auxiliary personnel.

If they want to assemble a standard adventurous team, they lack a strong ranged attacker and professional support staff. Both positions can be held in guilds and churches, and this is a problem that needs to be addressed. Ouyang Dao's idea was a little too advanced, but a few days later, the order was issued, and the truth was not much different.

There will be no clan actions this time, but there will be no loopholes in the rules. This time, all high-level professionals, must form their own team before departure, but there must be at least one hunter or church member in the team. This rule killed a lot of people, and it also strengthened Ouyang Dao's determination, and he was determined to set up a stand-in.

But it wasn't easy to create an invisible mutant, and unless Director Ouyang was willing to change jobs now, there were plenty of other jobs out there. But the Soul Summoner and Ouyang Dao are good friends, Ouyang Dao does not plan to transfer, he happens to know an acquaintance of the Hunters' Guild, for the sake of the past, Dusette may turn a blind eye.

At least Dusset, who was born in the Lion City, knew that Ouyang Dao was mysterious and powerful, better than a stranger. As soon as the names were confirmed, Ouyang Dao summoned several people. Both Torrey and Carroll have their own teams, but because Ouyang Dao needs them, he has to say goodbye to the team he is familiar with. When the time came, the final candidate, Ouyang Dao, jumped back into the lab and tried to find an alien part-time job again.

Under Ouyang Dao's guidance, Dragonblood will buy shapeshifters and slime-like shapeshifters, a move that will make the rest of the world nervous about what Dragonblood will do. In the spiritual world, Ouyang Dao looked at a mysterious creature that looked like a black goat in front of him, and sighed helplessly.

He considered the possibility that the gods might influence the course of the psychic experiment, but forgot that similar slime was their own subspecies. This was the third god he had created, Ouyang Dao took a dozen black goats with beaks and four hooves, and began to grind them into powder, feeling that his future had become bleak.

The order of acquisition is a bit problematic because of the tight schedule, plus the slime and the like aren't expensive. All Ouyang Dao needed was a pile of mud as a cornerstone specimen, but the dragonman went overboard and ended up piling up a warehouse of mud.

When Ouyang Dao found out, the other forces had already had no time to sell, and he himself was not strong enough to see any value other than being Ouyang Dao's guinea pig. Since the acquisition, Ouyang Dao had disposed of hundreds of slimes, but had only consumed less than half. Ouyang Dao was once again holding a shapeshifter in the shape of a black goat, wondering if he should release it. Based on the results of his experiments, he threw away all the remaining slime. The idea was tempting because we only used half of the warehouse.

At night, the dragon's blood flowed around the headquarters on the south balcony. A yellow-haired coachman was dozing in the carriage, but his eyes kept looking in the direction of the warehouse not far away. This is one of the Dragonblood's own supply depots, but lately there has been a lot of activity in this depot, and a lot of supplies have been transported there.

The news was soon heard by several other major societies, and the yellow-haired coachman was the Lionheart's spy who stabbed him to death here. The coachman looked around the quiet warehouse, recognized several people pretending to be scouts.

They're old friends too, and every time something happens in one of the houses, the rest of the crew is sure to flock to them. The Dragon Blood Society had its own people, but because the West had always held the supreme power, Ouyang Dao didn't have time to take over the resources, and eventually lost most of them. It was too dangerous, and Ouyang Dao had no choice but to escape. The coachman had been staring at the warehouse for almost three days, and if he hadn't seen supplies being sent into the warehouse very often, he would have doubted the accuracy of this information. Get a good night's sleep. It's going to be quiet again today.

The yellow-haired coachman leaned on the carriage, and there was a cold and strange atmosphere on his body, and he dared to supervise nature at night with his cards, and this strange atmosphere could well prevent the invasion of species. Ordinary people can't go out at night, because there are often low-level competitions wandering at night, basically people with some professional strength can ignore this rule, wandering competitions encounter them just want to die. But the faint chill emitted by the yellow coachman can disguise himself, making it impossible for ordinary aliens to judge whether he is still alive or not, while also not allowing his breath to be too strong, being regarded as aliens by other professionals.

This technology is only useful if the alien's brain is not very good. High-level aliens and professionals can tell at a glance that the taste of the yellow-haired coachman is too light and not a true xenomorph. However, the inferior people were less discerning of the yellow-haired coachmen, and they often ignored the yellow-haired coachmen as members of their own race. Just as the coachman was about to go to bed, a cry suddenly came from the night sky not far away.

"No, it can't be!" This screaming moment woke up the yellow flower driver, his eyes moved, and the location of several awake intelligence officers around him was known by his heart. Something is wrong with the Blood Dragon Warehouse, such as an experiment that goes wrong, or a monster that is out of control. The news will reach the leadership as soon as possible, but not enough for those who pull the cart. He's been here for a long time, and now there's chaos in the dragon's blood, all of which provides good conditions for him to enter.

The yellow-haired coachman parked the carriage in a corner, leaving a puppet, who was dressed exactly like him, and the texture of his skin was a little inclined towards the rubber. Under normal circumstances, this disguise would have been easy to spot, but it was an empty night, and the presence of such a person in the carriage was enough to scare off most of the villains.

After putting down the carriage, Yellowhair turned into a hunter ready to go hunting. Armed with a bow and arrows, he steadily walked through the city. As he walked from the observation point to the warehouse, the yellow-haired driver heard a lot of frantic shouting, and as he approached the warehouse, there were many slimy marks on the road around him.

The marks were caused by fleeing slime, but in the eyes of the yellow-haired coachman, they were strong evidence that dragon's blood created an out-of-control monster. The yellow-haired driver cautiously held a hunting knife.

If he can connect mutants to dragon blood, the intelligence value this time will be high. Also watch out for the appearance of terrifying aliens, which is also a challenge for yellow-haired drivers. The coachman with a hunting knife on his back leaned against the wall, and behind him, the sound of people running, the hissing of monsters, and the constant orders of the master testified to the great chaos that had taken place inside. Clay. A cunning man climbed over the wall.

The coachman squinted and recognized his opponent's party. The coachman stopped, ready to wait for the other to explore the way, although it is very unlikely, it is also possible that the other party is a trap, and there is nothing better than the reckless pathfinder. After a while, the voice remained unchanged from the warehouse, and the yellow-haired driver scouted carefully, and there must be something wrong inside.

Very good. Now it's time for me to shine. The coachman reached out and grabbed the wall. Sharp thorns grew on the outside of his arms and fingers. They were tightly stuck in the wall, making him move like a spider.

By dusk, the coachman had already moved into the warehouse, and the yard outside the warehouse was littered with signs of destruction.

The yellow driver looked around, and judging by the ground residue and the concentration of energy in the air, the runaway object was most likely an acidic species. This species is so virulent that no part of the body can be used for any purpose other than destruction. The expression on the yellow-haired driver's face is that the next step is to find out the concrete evidence of the out-of-control xenomorphs, and he can take the opportunity to report on the Dragon's Blood Conference anonymously. There are other outside forces involved in the investigation, and Dragon's Blood will pay a huge price for today's events. He looked around to see if there was anything he could blow up.

Not loud enough this time. If the elves escape, the consequences will be more serious, and the impact on the dragon's blood will be greater. The coachman watched with interest, but as he went deeper, the noise outside the warehouse became less and less, and the light around him became dimmer. Oh. Suddenly, there was a deep breath in the dark and empty night, and this deep breath seemed to magnify the process of deflating the balloon dozens of times. The rickshaw driver's face changes, and he is so busy looking for aliens and evidence that he forgets that he is also the prey of aliens.

Just as he was about to leave the warehouse, the loud explosion died down.

Oh no! The yellow-haired driver's heart was blackened, and his arms stretched out to the wall like an ape, and with this movement, he inserted the hunting knife in his hand into the wall, using it as a fulcrum to move his body quickly. The next moment, where the coachman was, turned into a shallow green pit, in which a very corrosive solution was happily bubbling, and the smell made the coachman dizzy.

Oh no. Run! It's dangerous for Huang, who keeps his head down as he accelerates, but given the intensity of his attack, now might be a safe time. But when the rickshaw driver came to the door of the warehouse, he saw something that he couldn't believe: a huge yellow-green cocoon was slowly cracking, and every time an eggshell broke, a little acid splashed around it, forming a small green crater. These holes have exactly the same result as Wong's thought powerful attacks.