The Demon Hunter shook off his coat that had been baked by the heat, and the blackened fabric on his arm fell to the ground, while the red-robed spellcaster opposite him knelt on the ground retching.

"Head, Vitoria is fine." Li Bingheng's voice came from behind, causing the Demon Hunter's pace to stop in front of the red-robed spellcaster, and [Nar's Flame-shaped Greatsword] rested on the other party's shoulder.

"Who are you?" The demon hunter looked at this young man condescendingly, the age of the other party did not seem to be more than twenty-five years old, but in the previous moment, he showed a good quality.

"My name is Werther, the great Witch King? A fifth-level mage under Turing's seat. The red-robed spellcaster stood up with an ugly face: "Your employer, your commander for the next few days, your spell supporter. ”

"Oh?" The Demon Hunter rubbed his sword on the other's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I overreacted. ”

"Go back to your seats, mercenaries, I didn't pay you to hire you, not to keep you fighting before the battle begins." Mage Werther's gaze swept over several Serisians: "A few of you will follow me in a while, responsible for keeping me safe, and the commission will be increased by 10%." ”

"There are still ten minutes to land, and there are endless battles waiting for you." Mage Werther sneered and returned to his cabin.

"Landing?" Li Yanlong looked at his teammates around him suspiciously: "Did he just say landing?" ”

Ten minutes later, the question was answered, and as the closed cabin opened a passage from the side, waves of sunlight and heat rushed in from outside, and the group stepped out of the wooden cabin.

Thousands of mercenaries in a Grand Canyon, armed soldiers are gathered here, reorganized and led by mages into a long battle against the Tyranids.

When the last mercenary in the cabin stepped out, the huge airship, which looked very rudimentary, sounded its whistle and spewed out a puff of white steam, and the behemoth, which was gradually forty meters long, rose into the air.

Its movements were so smooth that the Demon Hunters hadn't even felt like they were in the sky.

In the sky, dozens of such huge airships rose and fell, and mercenaries, warriors, and warbands recruited by mages in various places were dropped here.

"Great Witch King, this is the Promised Land!" The strong man who had been taught a lesson by the female warrior before knelt on his knees, raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "I, son of the Berserk Bull Tribe, Tupac? The mad bull will glorify your name! ”

None of the mercenaries passing by around wasted their attention on the brute, and Mad Cow was clearly not the only one praying to the Witch King here.

Many warriors of different races in different costumes are praying for victory and glory to the witch kings with their own rituals.

A pot-bellied man with silver-white armor stretched to the point of almost deformation, holding a leather whip, behind him a quill and a wad of parchment floating, seemingly recording something automatically.

"Alright, Team 176, that's right, you'll be Team 176 from now on." The fat man pointed with his carrot-thick fingers at the mercenaries who had just come off the airship and were observing their surroundings and said, "Let me check, well, under the command of Master Werther." ”

The fat man adjusted the monolithic eye stuck on the bridge of his nose and beckoned, and a young man in a red robe ran over.

The demon hunters noticed that the man's red robes were very plain, with a lot less decoration than the mage named Werther on the airship, as if they used this way to distinguish ranks?

"Follow him!" The fat man took out a piece of parchment on the top of the parchment on his back and handed it to the young mage: "Apprentice, you take them to Station 370, and the mage Werther will count the number of people there at a quarter past fifteen Eastern Time, don't be late!" ”

"I understand, sir!" The young apprentice hurriedly grabbed the parchment in the fat man's hand: "All right, warriors! Come with me, we have to catch the next troop carrier! ”

A group of mercenaries blankly followed the mage apprentice through the dense crowd, most of them seeing it for the first time.

The sky was filled with huge airships, soaring through the sky in the vapour, spellcasters who rarely appeared in front of the world abounded here, and apprentices in shabby red robes ran back and forth in the camp, receiving one order after another.

Occasionally appearing in the sky like meteors are the official mages who unleash the Joy Flying Technique, and the white armor is the Witch King's direct administrators, known as the Templars.

These people are not mages, but they can use the power of magic, and in this land, the witch kings are like gods walking on earth.

In fact, countless barbarians living in remote mountainous areas in the New World worshipped them as true gods.

For example, the mad bull whose eyes were bigger than the brass bell at this time was the most powerful warrior in the mad bull tribe, and he traveled thousands of miles through mountains and rivers in order to be chosen by the witch king to participate in the eternal holy war.

Mage Werther granted his wish and brought him to the front line against the Tyranids. This is a super giant magical defense array jointly established by the Witch Kings, in a ring, enclosing the bottomless pit where the Tyranid Zerg appeared.

This line of defense was divided into countless small systems, which were surrounded and intertwined layer by layer, forming a ring of defense belts nearly seventy kilometers deep, and it was one of the defense points that the demon hunters were about to go to, the most advanced defense points.

The origin of the bottomless pit is impossible to verify, and no one except the Witch King can say how it appeared. It is widely believed that some Witch King accidentally connected the door to a dead world during a dangerous experiment, and the Tyranid Zerg have been ravaging the New World for nearly two hundred years.

In a way, the reason why those indigenous tribes were still born on this continent was indeed because the Witch King curbed the expansion of the Tyranids.

However, the Witch Kings saw it as a fun game, or as a giant testing ground for creatures, weapons, and at the same time as a huge testing ground for social structures.

The Tyranids were confined to the invincible pits of the New World by the Witch Kings, and the massive war machines and slave soldiers were thrown into this war that lasted for hundreds of years.

The outside world has no idea that there is still a beast that can destroy the world here and is confined to a cage, and the Witch King Saruman, who is currently in charge of controlling the Bottomless Pit Battlefield, plans to bring in some greenskins and bugs to fight each other.

The experiment was approved by more than half of the Witch Kings, who wanted to see which species was more aggressive.