The strange beast that was finally pulled out resembled a six-legged pangolin with a long shell on its back, and it resembled a lizard.

According to the player, the appearance of strange beasts depends on the imagination of the parasitic person, so it is difficult to classify and name them with an illustrated book.

Like the one in front of you, moving six feet to crawl indiscriminately is simply called "crawling".

Similar abstract nomenclature includes flying, rolling, soft, ball, etc.

Because of the splitting nature of strange beasts, the words "size" and other words that are crowned in front are not fixed.

Take "soft" as an example, the last time it split out is a small soft, and so on:

Medium-soft, large-soft, super-soft.

If there are too many splits, the smallest one is called Microsoft.

So Squidward is such a good name.

The crawling in front of me was deformed because of too many toilet pullers.

Of course, this drag is more than just deformation.

The strange beast is composed of a part of impurities plus a large amount of raw materials and spirit embers.

So when it was sucked out by the Guardian Kite with an eighth-level soul suck, it had already sucked half of its size.

As an output, the Northeast people have an extra gray stone the size of a fingernail in their hands.

This thing looks a lot like the Charged Stone, but the color looks a little unhealthy.

When Heine stuffed it into the soul lantern he brought, it emitted a pale glow with a gray glow.

And what's even weirder is that when this light shines on the strange beast, it actually inflates and recovers.

Heine immediately pulled the stone off and summoned the ghost horse.

However, it is clearly resistant to this thing.

"Why don't you?" Heine asked.

"It's not clean~"

It replied crisply.

At this moment, a crack opened not far away, and a two-legged ooze monster jumped out.

Those two legs seemed to come from some hapless guy who had been slammed in the face.

"I'll do this, don't interfere with it!"

Teacher Xia put the dagger in his waist and carried the toilet bag into the air.

It can be seen that he has quickly changed from "can't accept it" to "like it".

The strange beast was still following the smell to discern its direction, and unaware that someone was circling behind it.

A leather cuff silently pressed against its ass.

Then, a powerful suction force came from above, and it could not break free at all, but could only be dragged away.

Because the strength of skills is linked to intelligence, Mr. Xia can only rely on brute force to "fix" the opponent, instead of "digesting" it like Brother Wei.

So this thing was used by him as a weapon to capture.

After taking control of two strange beasts in succession, Heine also realized the seriousness of the problem.

In addition, the player is discussing "whether the Void Disaster is ahead of schedule", and he is also a little curious.

"Deal with the loot, let's go to Quarkus and have a look."

Watching the Weidian Kite use genuine soul sucking to solve the two strange beasts, the brothers were amazed again.

Mr. Sa: "No, why is your basket like a toilet?" You can't hide things, do you? ”

Wei Diankite: "What am I hiding, there's no need for that." ”

Catching sheep: "Indeed, after all, we can't send a question mark. ”

Teacher Xia: "It's still me, you see how much I trust Brother Wei, even if he hides, I treat him as if he doesn't hide." ”

The Guardian Kite couldn't tell what it meant for a while.

can only say: "Indeed, it is you who are the victims." ”

…

Hui Yu still landed when he was close to this undead ancient tree for a kilometer or two, and he was so angry that he always wanted to scold it but was reluctant.

The crowd had to walk closer to Quelkus.

However, before they could reach the black barricades left behind by the dead tornado, they only walked a few hundred meters before they encountered three rifts and a bunch of furry monsters one after another.

What soft, bricks, balls, and a monster like an arrow shot over, and was slapped on the ground by a shield of the sheep, forcing him to calm down.

"Why don't you have a blighted beast?"

Heine muttered.

People's ideas are more specific, for example, Squidward is from that elven mage.

He is from Velitas and has seen the real Laiesapo, or octopus, in the sea, which is why he fears this creature.

And at the moment, these strange appearances are obviously not something that people can come up with.

In other words, it was the withered beasts here that were corrupted by the Void, and then these strange beasts were born.

By the time they saw Quarkus from afar, the latter had been completely encased in a dark purple rift.

A crack was torn open in the sky above the canopy, and a dense mass of flying beasts shuttled between the present and the void.

The overly dense fissures are like a thick layer of frosted glass, isolating everything here, and it is impossible to detect the clues from a distance.

There is no need to get close anymore.

"The Void Disaster has erupted, and the pollution has been transmitted here along the magic web."

Heine looked back at the sheep.

"Can you recall this?"

…

Catching sheep: "What do you say, how do you get back?" I didn't fall into the version of the Void Calamity. ”

Teacher Xia: "What's the matter, not to mention that the brothers don't watch the plot, even if they do, what has Heine changed to this plot now......

Wei Diankite: "I remember that after the version update, the master was slashed and directly changed to hang." ”

Teacher Xia: "Coincidentally, I also remember that the summoner warlock has been strengthened, and the rift-related skills have been increased in an all-round way. ”

Wei Diankite: "And the ancestors, your mother was in the arena at that time, it was up to the ancestors and the fissure to be more rebellious than the sky, one was the father shaking the father, and the other was the door guard and the doorman." ”

Mr. Sa: "Eh! I remembered...... The ancestors were strong because they came down from the Zanlo Plateau, right? At that time, there was a battle called 'Fire under your feet, watch out for the top of your head', and it was the group of b men who flew down from the plateau on birds.

"And what kind of soul priest of them, Nima Spirit Minotaur, can control the mind, can take Lao Tzu's pet directly away, and the pure love warrior is angry!"

…

It's really hard for this group of strength parties.

It was possible to reverse some plots from the class patch.

Catch the sheep and participate in the discussion while picking up some useful information to relay to Heine.

Among them is the article "Beware of threats from the Zanro Plateau".

Heine just took a look, mostly listening.

It sounds like the class patches in the big version of the game are also tied to events.

The Void Calamity erupted, so the Rift Technique rose.

The activity of the Yuan Spirit has decreased, so the mage, who relies on the Yuan Spirit to achieve all the laws, is dumbfounded.

In addition, there are the ancestral spirit warriors of the Zamro people.

From the bottle of soulless water from the plateau, it is not difficult to find that the research of the Zanluo people on souls and ancestors has something to do with the original spirit.

The reason why they were not able to get a piece of the Makara mountain pie before was partly because of the graben.

Heine, on the other hand, felt that he had something to do with Villitas.

There is definitely a grudge between the two sides.

There are Holy Light Storage Wells in the other three directions of Ebony Town, but not in the west.

In the large clearing to the west, apart from a forest hunting ground, there is only a lone mage tower.

It's like a person in the subway who occupies a whole row of seats even though there is only one person.

It is not so much the Mage Tower, but the "deterrent" of the Mage.

A tower where a fourth-level mage lived alone frightened the strong enemy from the plateau, and the mage was really a bit overbearing.

And in the game, even if McKala is reduced to a scorching mountain, the Zanlo people hold back.

They waited until the web was breached.

They have apparently also coveted the mountains of McKala for a long time, and are even a little perverted.

It's as if someone else lifted the table when they were dividing the cake, and they held back for three years before they came over and found the old cake box and licked it.

If this is really such a perverted idea, then now that the magic net is gone, the matter here cannot be spread to Villitas, they will only be more perverted.

If you don't do it, you'll have ghosts.

"I didn't expect to meet orcs this way."

Heine gave up the idea of breaking into what was clearly a copy to take a look.

It is dangerous to have such a large copy at the doorstep.

But from another point of view, isn't it guarding the door for itself?

In this way, you can do it freely.

Let this group of orcs who do not know whether they live or die be the first witnesses to the rise of the mountains of Maikala.

"Let's go, let's go back."

……

……

Three days later.

Zanro Plateau.

The relationship between the Zanro and the orcs is the same as that of the Konu and the dwarves, the half-elves and the elves.

But the circumstances of the three are completely different.

Orcs advocate primitiveness and bestiality, so in their aesthetic view, the pure beastly face is the real "beauty".

And the ugly Zanlo people are just humans with animal traits on them.

- This point may be better understood by Furuikong.

So, when the first generation of the Zanluo people was born, they were indeed regarded as slaves.

Available with the second generation, the third generation...... More and more "blood-mixed" Zanluo people appeared, and things changed.

The "One Drop of Blood Principle" makes it difficult for orcs to keep their "blood pure".

Instead, they became a minority in the community.

According to the original trajectory of civilization, minorities will rely on traditional and faulty strength and wisdom to maintain their rule.

Such a racial-feudal society would alleviate contradictions through ethnic integration.

Until the word "race" is removed, it will face a reshuffle.

But what is good about not dying is that at this juncture, the Fa Ye came.

The Villitas spread their idea of "civilized" throughout the land except for the mountains of Mykara.

Even though they came for the split.

But this did objectively accelerate the growth of the Zanlo people.

- It's not so much growth as indoctrination.

The idea is supposed to be rooted in one's own culture and the blossoming fruit of exchanges with foreign cultures.

But he was instilled with such mud and sand by the magic net.

The ancient culture of the orcs was rightfully washed away.

All kinds of chaotic ideas that cannot be called ideological trends are like duckweed wrapped in turbulence, washing and intersecting with each other, forming a vortex, unable to distinguish their own direction.

The orcs are messed up.

There is no better, only more messy.

More and more clan chiefs are shouting slogans that they may not understand, leading people to divide one side and fight for each other.

Although they don't look at each other in the eye, they all choose to destroy the magic net as a productivity tool without exception.

The Villitas did not say anything about this, their purpose had been achieved.

Thus, the Zanlo and the orcs advanced and retreated like frogs climbing a well.

In the end, he finally took a big step back, returned to his former primitive appearance, and lived chaotically but orderly.

Although there was still an ancient empire in name, it was worshiped by the same royal family and worshiped the same ancestral city of Tajaga.

But at this time, the Zanluo Plateau is already a plateau for the Zanluo people.

The former name has long since passed with the wind.

The Split-Toe tribe is one such clan that lives in the easternmost part of the plateau.

The blood of his people is mixed, tigers, bears, leopards and snakes have everything, but now they are collectively known as the Zanluo people.

They used to raise hunting wyverns, a species of wurms with extremely thin blood, for the royal family.

Therefore, some traditions are preserved among the clan.

For example, the Soul Sacrifice has never given up monitoring the surrounding magic net.

In the surviving lineage, the magic web carries "destructive power".

It wasn't until the Void Tribulation erupted three days ago that they knew it wasn't a rhetorical device, but a real "power".

Then the priest remembered the old oracle he had heard.

"The usurper will taste the consequences of his own brewing"

"The Ancient Holy Land is calling its firstborn"

Who is the firstborn?

It's us, of course!

At least that's what Farkas thinks.

He looked at the wyvern riders behind him, and even felt that the patriarch was making a big fuss.

Although there is no magic web, they have their own channels of information.

Otherwise, the Four-Power Pact would not be able to be implemented and implemented.

Therefore, he thought that it was a cowardly act to deal with a rider who had been locked down in the countryside for so many years and rally the whole clan.

Among the hundred people in front of him, half of them were over level four, and there were three level five "predators".

This kind of team is enough to sneak attack the border towns of the Yankees, just go to a broken countryside to find some magic circle......

A sharp eagle chirp interrupted his distractions.

He immediately puffed out his chest.

The team has been assembled, and the patriarch is coming to give a lecture.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a tattooed face and a burly body like a bear walked up to the high platform in front of everyone and swept their faces.

Because the bear's bloodline caused the body to be too heavy, the patriarch could not find a suitable mount.

Even so, he is the strongest of the Split-Toe Clan.

Someone once challenged him to fly a wyvern and try to catch him in the sky and fall to his death.

As a result, he was directly dragged by his feet and smashed to the ground, and then torn alive.

Anyone who has seen that scene does not dare to have the idea of doubting.

"You only have one day."

The patriarch shouted:

"The stones for the detection circle have been sent to you, and if you get close to it, the stones will glow when you get three hundred meters close to it.

"Within a day, confirm the location of the circle, and then kill everyone who sees you, leaving no trace.

"Remember, there are five magic circles, do you understand them all?"

"Understood!"

The roaring sound of reply made the cold wind of the plateau stagnate.

"Put on your goggles and go!"

The patriarch waved his hand, and a hundred flying dragoons turned their mounts and swooped down towards the bottom of the plateau.

…

As the altitude continued to decrease, Farkas visibly felt that he had entered a whole new world.

It's completely different here than on the plateau......

Even the air was strangely clean.

The clean one makes him sick.

Soon, he saw the legendary Mage Tower.

They hadn't fully detected the mountains of McAlla until now, thanks to the mage's tower.

It was a spit in the faces of the Zanlo people from the haughty mages.

But now it's different, even if they blow up here, the news won't be sent to Villitas.

Farkas touched the bomb on the dragon's back, wondering if he could get one for him.

While he was still hesitating, someone had already done it.

A bomb canister the size of a soccer ball was thrown down, moving forward in the air at high speed.

Then land on top of the Mage's Tower with precision.

Rumble!

The firelight was accompanied by smoke, outlining an eggshell.

This scene immediately angered all the riders present, and their eyes were red one by one, and their fangs poked out of their mouths.

are showing signs of madness.

As a result, the team was basically out of control.

Bombs kept being thrown, and the shield of the Mage Tower lasted only half a minute before it was blown to pieces.

"Beautiful!"

"Relieve your anger!"

"Look at how stupid it is!"

One after another, low-flying riders approached the Mage Tower, and some even unbuttoned their pants and on them.

The crowd laughed.

Just as Farkas laughed, an arrow with spiral energy suddenly flew out of the woods below.

Sou!

The arrow was so powerful that it pierced the guy's wyvern head and then through the crotch of the guy's pants.

After a brief pause, a cry of anger rang out:

"Enemy attack—"

(End of chapter)