Ruhr was huddled behind his seat, his overcoat of leather wrapped tightly around his body, his eyes lacking and naturally unable to see the direction of his gaze. Those foggy eyes had no focus, only an abyss-like dead silence that would make people shudder at the first touch.

The main recipe for this powerful monster that lives in the dark regions is the brain marrow of various creatures. Of course, their favorite thing is naturally the brains of intelligent creatures, and the more powerful and intelligent creatures are, the more wonderful the taste of their brains. Some powerful psychic monsters can even read their memories and knowledge by sucking each other's brains, and if they are given a little time, it is easy to grow into a super power that can be used in all kinds of crafts and professions. Because of their recipes and such sharp skills, the Spirit Sucking Monster, a powerful monster destined to be the evil camp, was once the greatest enemy of the Drow Elves in the dark region, so it was also called the "Brain Eater".

Of course, these powerful villains can't do anything to the King of Rock Hide and his disciples and grandchildren's Crypt Lords, because these insect-like beasts don't seem to have vertebrate brains at all. The concept of biology is naturally unscientific to the extreme, and I really don't understand how they obtained that kind of higher intelligence. So, in the face of this group of tough bugs, the strongest killer weapon of the spirit sucking monsters can't be used, and these monsters who have only been looking for encounters in the dark dungeons all their lives and then waiting to gnaw people's brains obviously have no consciousness to fight to the end, and they choose to kneel and lick very wisely.

I have to say, this is a very clever approach. This group of brain-eating monsters was born well under the command of the Crypt Lords, except for a group of powerful mothers-in-law on their heads. But compared to the time when it was regarded as a natural disaster by the drow elves, it was driven to the sky and the earth. Life is quite happy now.

Ruhl is one such spirit sucker with organization and leadership. He once devoured the brain of a drow elf martial arts chief and a dwarven officer, and he knew a few things about the art of war. So he won the current master. The trust of a crypt lord has thus become the commander of his army under the command of the big worm.

From the knowledge and memory of his prey, Ruhl learned to line up his troops, but his nature as a Brain Eater could not be overcome. Under his command, whether it is the number of cannon fodder such as the cavemen, and the elite cannon fodder of the Kou Tao fishmen and gray dwarves, as long as the interest comes, he is happy to gouge his head and suck their brain marrow as a snack. Both the Drow Wizard and the Dwarven Officer believed that those who could not gather the hearts and morale of their men were doomed to be good leaders. But Ruhl thinks it's typical. As a noble and powerful soul-sucking monster, but you have to consider the idea of cannon fodder and snacks? Then it is better to expect that the meat eaters who control the means of production will really give democracy and freedom to the bottom dicks—uh, what? How many people still believe this? This only shows that their IQ is not even as good as that of cavemen.

Yes, it's just a snack, and for Ruhl, the only thing that can be called a meal in the dark regions is the brains of the purebred drow. Of course, after eating the brains, reward the delicious corpses of those elves to the powerful monsters under their command. I can also take the opportunity to brush up on the goodwill of my subordinates - look, I suck the monster Lord Ruhr and don't know how to buy people's hearts at all, right?

Although Lord Ruhr is very confident, it is a pity that he obviously lacks self-knowledge, you know. The Spirit Suck Monster is a kind of thing that "only has a brain, and I can suck it to you even if it is a god", and it can be regarded as a natural enemy of life and death for almost all races. This sense of fear and disgust due to the cruelty of nature. Of course, it is not something that can be overcome by sharing food a few times. When nothing happened, his subordinates did not dare to appear within a radius of ten meters from him. They will even do their best to avoid that their presence will attract the attention of the other party.

However, Lord Ruhr, who is completely unself-aware, regards this situation as a sign of his own respectability - the so-called combination of grace and power, and the legendary ancient generals seem to use their troops in this way. His eyes, which seemed to have no focus at all, were staring at the rock-walled city in the distance, the city known as "Moraya". In the more than 500 years of history since it was built, the Drow Fortress has blocked the attacks of the Warcraft Legion countless times, but the thoughts in my heart no longer know that it has drifted to that dimension.

Of course, he didn't think it was a big deal to wander now. In the days before, he had planned and acted cautiously, and had finally pulled out all the outposts and patrols before the drow in the city could react, and he had absorbed very important information from the mind of a drow martial arts master: the defenders of Morayal were less than half of what they used to be. Just three days earlier, the commander of the defenders of Moraya, a priest of the night who had been born into the Tiyaya family, had left the fortress with half of the Drow elven army and marched towards the city of Saeuls in the rear.

The reason why half of the defenders left the city and drove to the rear is not something that an ordinary martial arts chief can understand. Lord Ruhl expressed his gratitude for the generosity and the city, and then drained his brain and gave the body to his men.

Of course, the Moraya fortress was heavily guarded, and the city was thick and deep, and even a small half of the defenders could not be dealt with by a mere spirit-absorbing army. Ruhl's master, the Crypt Lord, felt that since he couldn't afford to eat such a big cake, he had no choice but to share it, and went out to visit his brother. Before leaving, he gave the Spirit Sucker an order to "keep an eye on the enemy and act when the opportunity arises".

"Spy on the enemy" is very easy to understand, but there are too many subtleties in the middle of this "acting when the opportunity arises."

So, half a day ago, when Lord Ruhl stood up tremblingly after a sudden earthquake that seemed to destroy the world, when he saw that nearly a third of the city of the Moraya Fortress was destroyed by the torrent of rolling stones, he remained in a sluggish state for a full minute, and then suddenly patted his mollusk-like brain—the so-called "moving when the opportunity arises", isn't this the "opportunity" that could not be better?

The Psivalists are a race with little discipline, but they are creatures at the top of the food chain in the Dark Regions. The Ruhr also has the decisiveness of an apex predator.

"If you don't take advantage of such a good opportunity, even the merciful Lord Mullens will not be able to forgive."

Since ancient times, the Spirits have been a group of unbelievers who have no discipline or limits. But after kneeling and licking the King of Iwain, he would often say the name of the purple gold beetle on his lips. The expression is pious, and the demeanor is sacred, it is estimated that only those Crucidian priests in Lu Xi's hometown who sell indulgences can be dignified to this extent.

The real boss, the Crypt Lord, has gone out to ask his brothers for help, and the second boss, Lord Ruhr, has taken the opportunity to drive all the troops under his command to attack Moraya City.

In the face of sudden natural disasters and the fall of the enemy. The drow elves in the Morayal fortress were visibly completely caught off guard. After leaving behind the corpses of more than a hundred drow elves and several times as many soldiers of various vassal races, they soon lost the defense of the outermost wall and began a fierce but desperate street battle.

Of course, the reason why the start will be so smooth is also thanks to the group trembling that Lord Ruhr released at the city head at the first time. The Psions are a half-crippled group of powerless chickens with little talent for destroying magic, but they are born masters of mind and spirit magic, and if they can, they can plunge even the bravest warriors into the shadows of the mind and endless fear. For these octopus heads. The brains of intelligent beings who are so frightened that they are not possessed are, of course, the tastiest.

As a result, the defenders on the city wall were caught off guard by this strong spiritual magic, and their hands and feet were cold, and they couldn't even exert half of their previous strength. With a large group of harpies combined with the combined land and air charges of the gray dwarves and bear goblins, most of the city walls were lost in an instant.

"Lord Ruhl is truly mighty! Just one blow will make those black-skinned rabbits terrified! "Stormtrooper under him. One of the grey dwarf chieftains snapped their ass.

"What nonsense, Master Mantis is the most powerful right hand. How can you understand the realm! While mocking the gray dwarf, he patted the sycophants in a subtle and more clever way. It's a beautiful harpy.

This kind of office politics is really superficial, but it's not Mr. Ruhl's business. He waved his hand in a pretended majesty and told the two of them to go down and direct the attack, while he returned to his seat and fell into "deep thought."

Master Ruhr, who was destined to make the greatest feat, was so full of ambition that he felt that he had completed his merits in an instant. It seems that all creatures are like this, once they are complacent, they will commit lazy cancer, which is the same as the hard-working Internet writers, if they won the highest amount of full attendance last month, most of them will be all kinds of rolling and cheaply next month.

On the other hand, as a noble mental worker, Lord Ruhr can't go to the front line like those stinky gray dwarves and bearless goblins to do that kind of charging dick work...... Oh no, I mean seriously looking to the future.

"Once this Morayal fortress is captured, the access behind it will be almost impossible to defend. Ruled by twenty Drow families, Sauls City, one of the largest Drow elves in the entire Dark Regions, will be my ...... Well, the contents of my lord's bag. In the memory of that male drow, after the departure of Priest Vernona, it was a little girl from the Lettors family who was currently in charge of the defense of the city before reaching adulthood? Hehe, compared to the old woman of the Tiyea family, it is still the little fresh meat of the first family of Saeuls with a more noble bloodline, which is more in line with my taste! As if imagining the delicate and silky marrow and brain juice of the drow girl sliding through the esophagus, the tentacles drooping from the jaw were soft, as if feeling the horns of an octopus swimming around him, and crawled restlessly and slowly on his chest.

"When I take Sauls City again, I can be promoted and raised, become the master of the dungeon, become the king of spirit sucking monsters, and I can change the brains of all kinds of drow elf girls every day to eat and play, eat one and play one by one, and play directly for a year...... Uh, no, our spirit-sucking monsters are all asexual creatures, and it seems that there is no way to play, but in short, that's what it is, and it's still a little exciting to think about it. The great Lord Ruhr was so fond of his future life that he suddenly noticed that the air in front of him seemed to fluctuate slightly, and then he suddenly jumped out of his own world.

His mollusk-like pupils widened, and he scanned his eyes in front of him, but found nothing. He disturbed his scalp inexplicably, and looked around again, the subordinates closest to him were all far away from him, within a radius of dozens of meters, except for himself, there didn't seem to be even a single insect.

"Well, could it be that I've been having a nervous breakdown lately? Sure enough, swallowing too much brain marrow and other people's memories at one time will make it a little indigestion. The psion creature stretched out its jaw's tentacles and disturbed its hairless scalp and rose from its seat.

Still sensing something was wrong, he cautiously began the prelude to casting a spell - the knowledge he had found hundreds of years ago in the head of a drow elven priest who had been eaten by himself, the "bio-manifestation" of elven magic. Of course, there is no way for an octopus-headed spirit sucker with a cricket to directly use elven magic, and even a scholar among a steam spirit sucker like Lord Ruhr has spent centuries struggling to analyze the casting principle of that spell. He was finally able to simulate the effect of that spell with the unique spiritual magic of the Spirit Sucker, so he became one of his killer features.

No way, this era of civilization blending is destined to be an era of extremely cruel competition, even if it is a gifted spirit sucking monster like Lord Ruer, he must have one or two special talents in order to enjoy better treatment in the workplace.

If someone does touch it nearby, as long as the other party still belongs to the category of "creatures", there should be nowhere to hide. He thought so, and then activated the incantation, and at this moment, a low whisper suddenly came from the ears of Lord Ruhl: "Heavenly Spirit, you are an octopus head, you can't predict the World Cup, only the stick likes to eat you raw, and you are the faithful slave of your master." ”

"Yes, I am an octopus head, I don't predict the World Cup, only the stick likes to eat you raw, and I am the faithful slave of the master!" Ruhl nodded, muttering to himself in a tone that had never been more categorical than ever. Even when he was loyal to the Crypt Lord, he had never been so willing. (To be continued......)