Enhanced Psychic Bullet (Special Ability): This gun can fire psychic bullets, and the range of the psychic bullets fired through this gun will be doubled, and the difficulty of enemy immunity will be slightly increased, and the damage and shock time will be slightly increased.

Ghost Bullet (Special): Auto-refills with five special bullets per day.

Double Shot (Unusual Ability): Hitting an enemy with a Spectre Bullet will automatically attach a Psychic Bullet, ignoring immunity and auto-hitting.

Rao is Gavin has been fully mentally prepared, and when he saw the real data, he still couldn't help but be shocked.

According to his prediction, this weapon is already very powerful if it has the ability to strengthen the mind bullet.

Unexpectedly, buy one get two free, and there are two ancillary abilities.

Gavin immediately broke the revolver cannon.

It was already loaded with five-law bullets, not imaginary, but physical.

600 NitroExpress shells.

This kind of bullet is known as a special bullet for large prey, and it can kill an elephant with a single shot.

Just by looking at the size, you can know its power, thicker than Gavin's thumb and longer than the palm of his hand.

The power of a double shot does not need to be explained a little more.

The target not only needs to be bombarded with a high-powered physical bullet, but also a strengthened mental bullet.

Just thinking about it makes me feel.

Just when Gavin was immersed in his personal harvest, a new change was issued on the battlefield.

The vines formed by countless green rays tied Prince Elton into a knot, and half-hung him into the air.

No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from the green glow.

A rumbling voice sounded in Broken Thorn's mind: "Execution charge." ”

In the next second, the broken thorn entered a high-speed charging state, and the whole body exuded an emerald green light, especially the broken thorn spearhead, the emerald green light was particularly strong, forming a huge, translucent emerald green spear head.

Then, with an indomitable momentum, he slammed into Prince Elton's chest.

The brine points to the tofu, one thing drops one thing.

Even if it is a super-large tomahawk cut down, it will sound like a chest of steel.

In front of the translucent giant emerald green spear head, it was like paper paste, poking a hole on the spot.

Countless emerald green rays of light poured into Prince Elton's body like a tidal wave.

Ahh......hh

Countless terrible screams came from the depths of Prince Elton's body.

Those deformed souls, in front of the emerald green light, melted like the snow in the spring sun.

When the screams stopped, Prince Elton also fell into complete silence, and as for his soul, it had already disappeared without a trace.

By the time he took three sips of Black Mirror's breath, his soul was gone, and here it was just a shell, a shell filled with deformed souls.

……

This violent tremor, like a plague, is contagious.

In the beginning only in the dragon oak mother tree.

Soon it spread to most of the spring sprout forest, both above and below ground.

An army of hundreds of people, slowly advancing in the dark region, suddenly stopped.

Although the number of personnel in this army is small, its strength should not be underestimated.

Among them were at least ten ruined giants, twenty cyclops in giant heavy armor, and the remaining seventy or eighty, although they were dark minions, they were not transformed by aberration, but were born evil spirits in the fairy wilderness.

Like the Cyclops, they are inherently unaffected by the Evil Eye curse of the Waste Giant.

But their evil nature makes them the most loyal servants of the Dark Giants, the most important part of their army.

The degree of elite can be glimpsed by the equipment on their bodies.

Their armor style is similar to that of the Arlings, except that they tend to be dark.

Legend has it that they were the fallen Yaling, but the Yalings never recognized this legend.

This army of the Waste Giants is the one that Prince Elton is waiting for, the Army of the Waste Giants.

The scale of the reinforcements was larger and more elite than Prince Elton had imagined, and even if he really made him wait, it was a question of whether he had the ability to take them away.

Only now, he doesn't need to bother with this problem.

The leader was a necromantic shaman who was not very tall, and his body was covered with various skeletons of different sizes, and he felt an abnormal tremor, and with a wave of his hand, the entire army immediately stopped advancing, and the order was forbidden, and he had an elite demeanor.

The necromantic shaman took out a skull with a solemn expression, crushed it to pieces, and a black soul came out in anger and rushed at him with a howl.

The necromancer's left hand, which was as black as ink, grabbed it like lightning and held the black soul in his hand.

It was obviously in a disembodied state, but in his hands, it became tangible, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't withdraw from it.

As soon as the necromantic shaman rubbed it, the black soul turned into pure death energy, and he swallowed it into his stomach in one gulp.

The casting of the Necromantic Shaman of the Waste Giant can be said to be unique, and the necromantic casters of other races cannot imitate it, and they do not bother to imitate it, even in their opinion, it is too ferocious and evil.

The necromantic shaman was attentive and listened.

When I opened my eyes again, I was one big and one small, and my deformed eyes flashed with disbelief.

He could no longer feel the dark altar of the Spring Sprout Forest, all he could feel was a grand, terrifying, disgusting vibration.

The dark altar they were going to support had been destroyed.

Prince Elton's mission failed.

The War Tree is about to awaken.

His own mission failed.

He failed to correct the deviation in the Great Shaman's prophecy, which caused a new turning point in fate.

What reverberated in the heart of the necromantic shaman at this moment was all a solemn and individual explanation of the great shaman's affairs before leaving.

He has followed the great shaman for many years, and for the first time, he saw this terrifying existence with a reputation as a myth in the Black Mirror Kingdom, and one day, he was so unconfident and confused.

When all the Dark Altars are destroyed, it will also be the time when the fate of the Black Mirror Kingdom will enter the fog.

If you continue to move forward, you will just die in vain.

The necromantic shaman waved his hand heavily and gave the order to retreat.

No hesitation, no questioning.

This elite army of waste giants immediately turned around and prepared to return to the Black Mirror Kingdom to face the unknown fate together.

……

The tremor is still spreading, spreading to the Black Forest, which was once part of the Spring Sprout Forest.

Twisted, evil, cold.

It's the main tone here.

It was also filled with a mist peculiar to the Elven Wilderness, only this mist was not white, but black.

Everything around him was dyed the same color, and even the sun was gloomy and dull here.

All the trees were black and twisted into a horrible shape, and the trunks were covered with sparse leaves, of various sizes and shapes, and they were also pitch black.

The trees are not dead, but rather they are full of exuberant, eerie life force that even non-druids can feel.

When the tremor spread here, countless scarlet eyes lit up in the lifeless forest, indicating that this place was not as empty as it seemed.

The gaze in these scarlet eyes is also full of evil, distortion and jealousy of life, just like the Black Forest.

The Black Forest pulsated abnormally a few times, and a desolate voice came from the earth.

It was as if a behemoth had woken up from its slumber.

If you look down at the Black Forest from a high enough place, you will find that at the time of these pulsations, there is a huge old face, protruding from it, as if trying to break free from the restraints and emerge from the Black Forest.

But it was limited by a certain law, and disappeared without a trace, and along with it, there was an abnormal tremor from afar.

This was forcibly suppressed.

Those scarlet eyes disappeared again, and the entire Black Forest seemed to be calm again.

It's just appearances.

In the very center of the Black Forest, there is a glazed mountain that resembles the backdrop of Spring Bud Castle.

It's just that here, you can't see the colorful and dreamlike scenes, some are just pitch black, covered with densely packed hollows of different sizes, and looking at them from a distance, people think of the waste giants for the first time, and think of their big and small evil eyes.

It makes people's scalp numb and uncomfortable.

There is a kind of delusion that they will also become like this when they stare for a long time.

This is the Court of Black Mirror.

The administrative center of the kingdom of the Evil Giants, who rule over all living beings above and below the Black Forest.

The mountain had been hollowed out by them, and the Black Mirror Throne was placed in the center of the mountain.

Rather than a throne, a super-giant dark altar would be more appropriate, a twisted throne, placed in the very center of the dark altar.

Sitting on the throne is not the king of the ruin giants, but the great shaman of the ruin giants.

This is an incomparably large waste giant, comparable to the kind of cloud giant, but from top to bottom, it is very shriveled, and the skin is like it has been dried, clinging to him, showing the same iron gray as Prince Elton sucking three sips of the black mirror, and from a distance, it looks like a waste giant skeleton.

One can't help but wonder if he has transformed himself into an undead creature like a lich?

The aura of death exuded from his body was indeed very similar to that of the undead, but his eyes, which still exuded the power of evil curses, showed that he was still alive and well.

Once he transforms himself into an undead, even a lich, he loses his innate ability to corrupt and curse.

The Great Shaman of the Waste Giant looked at the King of the Waste Giants who had heard the news, and slowly spoke: "Fate has been reversed, the fog is shrouded in a black mirror, war will come soon, and everything will be forged in blood and fire. ”

After listening to the new prophecy.

A hint of joy welled up on the face of the King of the Waste Giants and said, "In this way, the situation is still relatively favorable to us. ”

"What is recast in blood and fire may be our Black Mirror, or it may be Spring Bud." The Great Shaman directly poured a basin of cold water on the King of the Waste Giants, "Prepare for war, contact the ghost women in the moor, and form an alliance with them no matter what." ”

As soon as he heard the ugly faces of the ghost women in the swamp, the king of the waste giants, he couldn't help but twitch, gritted his teeth, and said: "Those bastards, they are extremely greedy, they want to get their hands on not only the Black Forest, but also our holy lord......"

"When things change, so do the conditions." The great shaman said expressionlessly, "You tell them, if there is no black mirror, how long can they support between the spring buds and the summer court?" ”

After hearing this, the King of the Waste Giants was stunned for a moment, and his face became even more ugly.

Because the Great Shaman meant that they would not be able to cope with the future crisis on their own, and if they did not form an alliance with the Swamp Ghost Woman, they would probably be unable to escape the danger of destruction.

But they have the Black Mirror, the Holy Lord.

Aren't they afraid to release it?

However, the Great Shaman is the person who communicates with Black Mirror the most, and since he said so, he must represent the meaning of the Holy Lord.

That is, the Holy Lord also sensed the crisis.

What is it that makes the ancients feel crisis and fear?

Just thinking about it, the King of the Waste Giants was seized by a great fear, and had a kind of illusion of suffocation, and hurriedly bowed to the Great Shaman and said, "I'll do it, no matter what, I will convince those treacherous ghost women." ”

The Great Shaman of the Waste Giant did not reply, but closed his eyes again.

With the departure of the King of the Waste Giants, dead silence reigned here.

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