In the night-shrouded Hula Mountain, the kobold tribe of the wolf clan vassal lit expensive butter candles in all four directions, and in the reflection and refraction of the three bronze mirrors, a bright column-shaped fire was released, constantly strafing back and forth in the wilderness outside the tribe, vigilant against the crazy zombie army on the grassland.

The kobold warriors stayed up at their posts all night, and with their keen sense of smell and eyes that could see in the dim, they did not dare to let their guard down. Even the old and infirm, women and children, dressed in leather armor and napping with sickles on their heads, were surrounded by slings and sharp stones at their fingertips.

Originally, the war on the grassland should be handed over to adult male warriors, but the zombie army, which is like a frenzy, has no intention of surrendering and captivating, and every time they capture a tribe, they are all killed without leaving a living mouth, regardless of men, women, and children, they are transformed into zombies.

Therefore, the orc tribe that learned the news immediately discarded the luck mentality, and had to prepare anytime and anywhere to meet the enemy who attacked in multiple ways, this tireless, untoiled, no need to rest, and a zombie army that came out day and night.

It's a pity that the kobold tribe under Hula Mountain has been holding on until the third watch rooster crows, the eastern sky reveals the glimmer of the morning light, and there are still no enemies in the wilderness in the distance, and the kobold chief Hu Luhun can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the zombie army will definitely not come, so he gestured at will.

The herald beside the chief immediately grabbed the horn tied to his belt and blew the call to collect the troops.

"Woo......"

The kobold warriors, who had been sleepless all night, heard the familiar sound of the horn, and the tense heartstrings immediately relaxed, and even the hands that clenched the spears and spears relaxed a little.

People who are familiar with each other can't help but hug each other, glad that they have survived again. The old and weak women and children hiding in the caves and tents couldn't help crying with joy, and then they remembered this kind of aggrieved and bitter days, and they didn't know when they would come to an end, and they couldn't help crying out again.

The kobold chieftain Kuluhun heard the cries appear one after another, and the good mood that had been through the long night suddenly bred a lot of dissatisfaction. However, even his royal tent had intermittent sobbing sounds, judging from the timbre, it was estimated that it was his young children, who really did not blame the law, and could not choose the opportunity to vent out, and the mood became even worse.

"When will the humiliating days come to an end? When will our people, who have inherited the blood of the gods, be reduced to such an unbearable state? It is said that this winter will come earlier than usual, and the tribes that do not have enough forage will certainly not survive next spring. All the cattle froze to death and starved to death, and even if the warriors survived, without their tribesmen and enough food, sooner or later they would lose the protection of the gods and become disgusting thieves and bandits, living by plundering and robbing other tribes. ”

"Alas......" With a long sigh, the kobold chief Hu Luhun thought a lot, the body that had just turned thirty years old, originally in the prime of life, entered the peak of his life, but now he was hunched over by the pressure of survival, and looked ten years old.

Hu Luhun was really forced by the cruel reality, and he no longer had the ambitions of the past, not to mention that he had to follow the suzerain wolf clan to gather a large army to the south, and he had to carefully guard against the bows and crossbows and arrows of the Han army, and even the imminent threat at the moment made it feel anxious.

"The butter candles are all high-grade furs, and the luxury goods exchanged for the wolf clan are about to be extinguished with water. ”

The kobold chief retracted his scattered thoughts, and gave orders to his attendants, and several heralds immediately rushed out to convey the order of the Khuluhun chieftain, so it was not long before the butter candles in all directions of the tribe were extinguished, and the bright flames that were shooting into the wilderness in the distance were extinguished.

At this moment, the morning sun that was beginning to shine in the east was suddenly obscured by the surging clouds. In the blink of an eye, a fierce wind erupted, and the gray-black dark clouds were like a military formation, constantly pushing forward, and soon diffused, slowly engulfing the steep Hula Mountain and the kobold tribe at the foot of the mountain.

When the light of the sky shining on the face of the kobold chief Kuluhun was swallowed by the dark cloud whale little by little, its once fiery heart fell to the bottom in an instant, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, and it couldn't help but shiver.

At its level, it is already qualified to obtain or know information that ordinary people do not know, the zombie army that has risen from the southern border is not the rumored day and night, as long as it breaks through 10,000 and condenses a huge amount of corpse qi, it can easily change the celestial phenomena, just like the bad weather that Hu Luhun is facing now.

With the grace of the golden wolf god, the spiritual eye was specially lit, so that the kobold chieftain's vision could be extended ten times the distance, and the sharp-eyed Kuluhun had already seen the distant horizon of the sky, where the dark clouds and the ground were bordering each other, and a young man with fairy wind bones walked forward.

The small black dots that kept wriggling behind him, the kobold chief squinted his eyes, vaguely saw the familiar and unfamiliar outline, and then realized the arrival of the fate of death, and couldn't help but feel sad, and old tears flowed down horizontally.

Endless zombies, rotten bodies, everywhere they go, verdant weeds withered and died in the blink of an eye, and even the earth with infinite vitality was contaminated with the plague of zombies and turned into ominous purple putre.

Influenced by the teachings of Sanskrit, Kuluhun kept trembling with his upper and lower mouths, and only the attendants who were close to him could vaguely hear the chief's intermittent words.

Catastrophes, retribution, natural disasters, fate, and the like, cannot constitute a complete sentence at all, but they can still hear the panic and anxiety.

The person who came was not Ye Zhiqiu, but the cursed Taoist Li Lei, and the 24,000 orc zombies he personally commanded, half of which were cursed and killed by him.

It is precisely because of this monstrous achievement that he was awarded by Ye Zhiqiu the Taiyin Extinction Divine Mantra, one of the eight divine spells of the Forbidden Dao, as well as the small techniques such as the corpse control of the ghost Dao envoy zombie. After that, the cursed Taoist priest Li Lei exchanged Taoism with the disciples of the Tianyun Sect, and with his extraordinary talent, he actually learned the spell of raising the wind and urging the clouds, and thus comprehended the trick of integrating law and martial arts, and returned to the soul of the wind and clouds.

Other forbidden Taoist priests and Tianyun sect members, after leading the zombie army, most of them still choose to go out day and night, using the Taiyin Yuehua to enhance the combat power of the zombies, only like the bold Li Lei, with the help of spells to change the celestial phenomena in the local area, set off dark clouds that cover the sky and the sun, and create favorable conditions for the zombie army to go to the battlefield.

The wind is from the tiger, the cloud is from the dragon, and the wind and clouds will be the dragon and the tiger. Therefore, on the top of the head of the forbidden Taoist priest Li Lei, the corpse qi that was as thick as the substance turned into the pseudo-dragon qi of the wolf's head and dragon body. The limbs and torsos were entangled by the military aura of the tiger-striped wolf body, and between the hands and feet, there were constant sounds of wind and thunder, and the hands and feet were blessed with the power of thousands of catties.

It was when the kobold chief saw the appearance of the corpse in the depths of the dark clouds, the fierce flames, and the momentum that encroached on the world, that he spoke incoherently in despair.

Realizing that the demise of the Erha tribe was inevitable, in order to preserve the seeds of the fire, Kuluhun immediately called his son and younger brother, the mastiff-headed man who appeared to be an atavistic man, together with his mother and wife Bald Lugan, and rode a fast horse to let them flee to the holy mountain and join the suzerain wolf clan.

Unexpectedly, this move immediately attracted the clansmen to follow suit. After all, everyone has a family that they value, and no one is more noble than inheriting the bloodline of the Moon Swallowing Tengu, so Kuluhun can't stop some of the women and children of the tribe from fleeing with him.

What makes them hopeful is that the fate of destruction behind the dark clouds is only the Erha tribe surrounded by the southeast and west, and the only north that does not have zombies appearing is still a safe way to retreat.

A few timid kobold "warriors", shamelessly changed into women's clothes, blended into the ranks of the fugitives, the sharp-eyed chieftain suddenly crooked his nose, picked up a short spear, and shot these cowardly scum to death on the spot, and the body with a breath of air, was firmly nailed to the ground, warning the other tribesmen that they must fight until the last moment.

Ye Zhiqiu's gaze was attracted by the blood light that had just bloomed, and he couldn't help but bet over, glimpsing the chaos within the kobold tribe, smiled noncommittally, and turned to focus on the conquest of the underworld.

The mad army of ghosts and gods is attacking the holy mountain of the steppe, the wolf Juxu, and the blessed land that has fallen in the underworld. The Sanskrit monks who were killed along the way faded their glossy shells, revealing the essence of ghosts and gods, and were immediately assimilated into the main force attacking this super blessed land.

The Golden Wolf, the protector god, was entangled by the three corpse gods of the Ghost Dao at this time, and he couldn't spare his hands to support the frontal battlefield. Even if it manifested the golden body of the law with three heads and six arms, it was far from being the opponent of the "God of War" Xingtian, and it was pressed to the ground and rubbed, and its appearance was indescribably miserable.

The golden wolf frequently called for the Dragon Descending Venerable Jiaye, but it was a pity that the three thousand extraterritorial demon gods were so frightened by the Dao Treasure Chaos Bell that they didn't dare to come at will, and even took back all the treasures that were given to it.

In desperation, the Sanskrit Dharma Protector Golden Wolf could only break his fangs and turn into four pieces: a mace, a sawtooth sword, a skull staff, and a white bone circle.

Don't you know, this secret connection is also related to the Dragon Descending Venerable Ka Ye, so the Golden Wolf God unknowingly pit the first seat of the five hundred Venerables of the Sanskrit Sect.