So far, Ning Guo is the biggest winner.

The Warlock dungeon seems to have a recall mechanism, and all seven veteran players enter it a second time.

And among the 93 players who entered for the first time, 5 were from Ningguo!

In this way, Ningguo occupies 8 places, ranking first in terms of numbers!

Ning Guo can only be regarded as a second-tier in terms of hard power, and all the high-level musicians can't close their mouths when they get this opportunity, and they only hope that Ning Guo can take this opportunity to cultivate a few strong people.

At this moment, Shangguan Dazheng led seven players of the same country to the forefront of the war.

His boss is a middle-aged warlock named Xia Zuo.

Tall, with a cold face, and a skeleton in his hand, he knows that he is a ruthless character at a glance!

"Li Yun, you lead three hundred warriors and take charge of the Zhaya tribe on the eastern front."

"Morey, you lead three hundred warriors and take charge of the Rolling Stone tribe in the southwest."

"Shangguan Da, you are in charge of five hundred samurai, and you are in charge of ......"

Xia Zuo played with the skeleton and gave orders nonchalantly.

He didn't have any tactics in place from beginning to end, as if he could push these barbarian tribes flat with a wave of his hand.

And that's exactly what happened.

In previous wars, warlocks had the absolute upper hand!

In Xia Zuo's opinion, this was just an ordinary massacre, and a large number of animals could be harvested in a few days.

……

Shangguan Da wanted to exterminate a large tribe of more than 4,000 people, so he was assigned 500 warriors.

However, even if they were eight players plus five hundred samurai, it would be difficult to defeat a tribe of more than four thousand people.

After all, the strength of these ghost protectors has not fully recovered.

Xia Zuo naturally knew this.

But it doesn't matter, he'll shoot.

After assigning the task, Xia Zuo stood up, sprinkled a bottle of spirit powder on the skeleton under the gaze of everyone, and cast a spell.

I saw a pale and dead light fly out of the skeleton and burrow into the body of everyone present.

"This spell will protect you from three fatal injuries."

"Go, crush the barbarians! Turn them into beasts, and forge our path to immortality! ”

Hearing this, the crowd became more angry, and each of them took orders to leave.

Even Shangguan Da, who had extraordinary knowledge, had to sigh that the warlock's methods were diverse enough.

But think about it, the ghost protector has only been born for a few decades.

The warlock system has developed for hundreds of years, and it is normal for there to be gaps.

As long as you keep improving, you may not be able to surpass them!

Thinking of this, Shangguan Da perked up and led seven players from the same country and a group of warriors to fight into the dense forests of the Savage Continent.

……

However, things did not go as smoothly as expected.

It's not that the enemy is so difficult, it's that it's not found at all!

The barbarian tribe that Shangguanda was originally going to destroy actually disappeared!

He can be sure that he is not wrong, because there are still many traces of human life and various buildings here.

Roughly estimated, it can accommodate three or four thousand people, and the number of people is just right.

But there was no one.

"Did you suddenly move out of the way?"

Shangguan Da was a little puzzled.

As far as he knew, the barbarians were backward in information and would not move easily.

What is the reason for such a tribe of thousands of people to suddenly move away?

Shangguan Da was full of question marks.

He searched around, but found no useful clues.

It can only be seen that these barbarians left in a hurry, and many belongings were abandoned in their place.

This made Shangguan Da faintly have a bad premonition.

Barbarians are mostly stubborn and upright, and they will not back down easily.

What the hell is going on?!

Shangguan Da looked at the dense and dark forest, and a chill suddenly appeared in his heart.

In the darkness, there seems to be a fierce beast that chooses people to devour, and will jump out and devour them at any time!

"Let's go back."

Shangguan Da couldn't help but shudder.

He didn't dare to stay long, so he hurriedly led people back to the base camp.

Shangguan Da was already preparing to be scolded by Xia Zuo.

When he came back, he realized that the others had happened to him, and he didn't find the barbarians!

The barbarian tribes all disappeared from the map.

It was as if there was some terrible crisis, forcing them to leave.

……

"Could it be that someone leaked the news?"

Xia Zuo sat in the main seat, holding his chin in one hand and the skeleton in his hand with the other.

There's no hurry.

In his opinion, if he can escape for a while, can he still escape for a lifetime?

As long as the barbarians are still on this continent, sooner or later they will become spiritual fans in their hands!

But what happened next was beyond Xia Zuo's expectations.

As time passed, the men and horses returned in vain.

Only Morey's one did not return for a long time, and did not see half a figure until evening.

This made everyone have a bad premonition in their hearts.

Just as Xia Zuo was about to take some action, a figure covered in blood burst out of the forest and ran in horror.

The figure stumbled and ran, constantly looking back.

It seems to be followed by something terrible!

After fleeing to the front of the main tent, he finally could not hold it anymore and fell to the ground.

Everyone saw that this person was Morey!

At this moment, he was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper.

But there was only a shallow wound on the waist, and no blood was coming out.

Morey's strange appearance is as if the blood in his body has been drained by something!

……

"Morey, what did you encounter?"

Xia Zuo pinched the skeleton in his hand and asked him angrily.

Most of the people who can lead a squad are second-order warlocks.

Such is the case with Morey.

And he is still half of Xia Zuo's apprentice, that's why Xia Zuo is so angry!

He was angry not that Morey was seriously injured and dying, but that the people he had taught would be made like this by barbarians.

Where will he put his face when he spreads it?

"Blood, Blood......"

Morey's face was frightened, his pale lips trembling, and he kept repeating the same word.

His pupils were dilated, and it was obvious that he was dying.

Seeing this, Xia Zuo cast a spell and smashed a green light into Morey's body, forcibly forcing out his last shred of vitality and causing him to return to his light.

"Tell me, what did you encounter!"

Xia Zuo glared at Morey and asked sharply.

"Blood, a lot of blood! Our people are all dead, all dead! Among the barbarians, there are ......"

Morey said in trepidation.

But he was still too badly injured, and even if he returned to the light, he couldn't last a few seconds.

Halfway through speaking, he fell softly and breathlessly.

……

"Rubbish stuff!"

Xia Zuo scolded angrily at the corpse.

These few seconds could have conveyed more useful information, but Morey was so afraid of talking nonsense that he died without saying anything useful.

What is this not waste?

Unlike Xia Zuo, everyone under his command looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in the eyes of others.

What the hell did Morey encounter them?

He was the only one who would have died, and he escaped with serious injuries!

What is the blood in his mouth?

At this moment, a layer of gloom was cast in everyone's hearts.