Hurry in the direction of the black smoke, and by the time An Yizhi and the three of them arrived at the beetle tribe, it was still too late. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The entire tribe was on fire, and although some trees could be seen spraying water mist to extinguish the fire, the demonic flames were not ordinary fires, so they had little effect.

A large number of demons invaded the improvised tribal city of the Dryads, and the vast majority of the warriors were gathered elsewhere, and now the tribe only kept a minimum of guards and a group of old and young, sick and disabled.

Although there are no too powerful demons on the demon side, most of them are cowardly demons, quasai demons and Babu demons, but there is no pressure to deal with these old and young, sick and disabled, not to mention the number of thousands.

As soon as the wall was broken, the end was naturally miserable, and now it was not completely killed, thanks to the natural combat talent of the tree elves, otherwise by the time the three of them reached here, there would have only been a pile of ruins left.

Looking at the scattered tree elves in the tribe who were still resisting, Elph wanted to rush in to help, but she knew that even if she had done it herself, she could not do anything about it, at best, it was just a little more important to add a little more to the demon's kill number, and they had a more important task, if the demon lord broke the seal, it would not only be the tree elves who would die, but the entire misty forest would be buried with her.

Life cannot be measured on the scales, this sentence is too ideal.

On one side are the compatriots who are being slaughtered by demons, and on the other side are the countless creatures of the Misty Forest. Elph clenched her bow arm tightly and made a creaking sound, and her inner struggle was palpable.

An Yizhi didn't persuade her, if she chose to help, naturally she wouldn't say anything, after all, it was Elph's compatriots who were slaughtered, of course, An Yizhi wouldn't help, although the lack of Elph's guide would make it more difficult to walk, but as long as you follow the river, you can reach your destination, and it's not that you can't find a place.

Not to mention......

- None of my business.

Well, it's going to be a on him soon.

[Side quest activation: Rescue the members of the beetle tribe, the total number of surviving tree elves at the end of the plot will affect the settlement rewards]

"Let's go help!"

The advantage is that the motivation is naturally enough, and the players are real enough to be realistic.

"Huh?"

Elph and John looked at Ann Yizhi in surprise, obviously they were silent one second ago and didn't plan to do anything, why did they become so enthusiastic the next second?

The two seriously doubted that An Yizhi was infected with schizophrenia by Nicolai because he had been with him for a long time......

"I appreciate your kindness, but there are so many demons we can't do anything"

Elph wasn't wrong, such a large group of demons would not be able to save many people even if Greif was here, and it would be very difficult for them to ensure that they didn't kneel.

"Not necessarily"

Ann smiled mysteriously.

The two men saw him take out a book decorated with white bones and covered with human skin.

But at that moment, they suddenly felt that An Yizhi in front of them was very unfamiliar, his temperament and feeling were like a different person, the huge and terrifying undead magic power was wrapped around his thin body, and at that moment, John and Elf seemed to be facing a grim reaper!

The illusion lasted only a moment, and even they wondered if they had just seen it wrong.

John clenched his palms, and she found that her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Is that the Book of the Dead?

Records of the Book of the Dead are scarce, so few that many of them have only one name, and the adjectives are 'terrible, ominous', and the like.

"Skeleton Summoning!"

With the infusion of magic power, the two noticed that a magic array blooming with a miserable white color appeared from under An Yizhi's feet, and the area of the magic circle was like an explosive expansion, and it soon grew to a distance of 500 meters.

The two of them were dumbfounded, such a huge undead summoning array was simply unheard of, far beyond their common sense.

In the next moment, countless white bones emerged from under the magic array, as if endless, they were hideous, opening their already decaying jaws, letting out a silent and terrifying roar of the undead, holding bone weapons, and rushing towards the burning tribe.

For a while, only white bones were left in his ears, and there was a clicking sound when he walked by, and his vision was also occupied by the skeleton.

This is the Book of the Dead? The power to rule death?

The two fell into a deep shock.

"Kill all the demons"

Ann commanded softly with a finger, and with a wave of his staff, the undead surged away......

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Flomo's shrill hiss, and the concussive sound waves swept through the recalcitrant team of recalcitrant tree elves, who had to plug their ears in order to barely temper the slightest headache-splitting scream.

Dryads are worse than other mortal races, and their ears are ......

Flomo is a large demon, nearly 3 meters tall and weighing about 250 kilograms, its face and upper body are more like vultures, and it has plump wings, and its lower body is more like an amphibian reptile with a tail, covered with thick scales, and its hands are sharp claws.

He took advantage of the dryad to cover his ears and quickly swept down from the low sky, like a predatory goshawk, dragging an unlucky dryad into the air, clawing together, and a burst of blood rained in the sky, watering those dryads with their heads and faces.

Looking at the frightened eyes of the tree elves below, Flomo felt very happy, he had not experienced such a pleasant killing for a long time. With a flick of his hand, he pulled out the half-dead Dryad's heart, which was still beating.

A handful of them are stuffed into their mouths, and the fresh life disappears in their mouths, which is more addictive to demons than any drug.

This is all thanks to the generosity of the Necromantic Monarch.

There are countless Flomos in the abyss, and he is extremely glad that he is on the right team, otherwise there is no good thing to be burned and looted in the mortal world.

Flomo was savoring the taste of the Dryad's heart when his sensitive ears heard a loud noise from outside the tribe, and soon the sound of battle could be heard.

Could it be reinforcements from the Dryads?

He thought so, but was quickly vetoed by himself.

The plan is perfect, all the dryad warriors in the misty forest are now slowly cannibalized and replaced by demons, and a small number of them have also been damaged in the sneak attack, and all the dryad tribes have demon armies to annihilate, Flomo is one of the demons who carry out this plan, he knows very well how weak the remaining dryads are, so it is impossible to be reinforcements from the dryads.

Flomo was vigilant, you must know that if you want to live in the abyss, in addition to the strength, you must learn to perceive the danger in advance, and those who can't learn this hand are dead.

He left behind the corpses of the tree elves, ignored the frightened tree elves, and flew high into the air. There, he saw that the entire tribe was surrounded by dense white bones, and the skeletons at the front had begun to fight the demons.

The level of the skeleton is not high, and it is difficult to fight the demon one-on-one, but the number is too much, so many that it can surround the entire tribe, and the other party obviously has the intention of killing them all.

One of the bab demons had just killed two skeletons, and soon four or five more came on top of them, slashing them into pulp, and then they continued on their way through the corpses of demons, as precise as killing machines.

Flomo was horrified that he was able to manipulate so many skeletons......

Several undead masters in the mortal world flashed in their minds, but they were all far away in the sky, and it was impossible for them to appear in the misty forest, not to mention that those undead masters were allied with their loyal boss, the necromantic monarch Oros, and it was impossible for them to attack them for no reason.

In any case, the necromancer who summoned the skeleton was definitely not something he could deal with, Flomo wanted to run, as the nature of the demon bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, they thought of this idea for the first time, but even if he ran, his fate would not be much better.

The demon showed no mercy to the loser, and brought more than a thousand demons to level the old, young, and sick tribe of tree elves, and as a result, he ran back, and the fate of Flomo can be imagined.

What the? You said there were a lot of undead attacking you? Hehe.

The Undead Lord won't listen to you, and if Flomo wants to keep this flesh and blood alive, he must find the caster and find a way to kill him.

Otherwise, what awaits him is a more painful end than death.

And the remaining tree elves in the tribe are also very puzzled, they fight against the demons with a mortal mentality, when they see countless skeletons pouring into the tribe, they thought that they were powerless, and the demon army would be difficult to contend with, plus so many undead creatures were properly played.

As a result, they were surprised to find that these undead creatures and demons were not all the way, and they seemed to be helping themselves?

They only attack demons, and do not pay any attention to the badly injured and fallen Dryads, and even some Dryads will not fight back if they accidentally attack them, as if the Dryads do not exist.

This fundamentally subverts the Dryad's perception of the undead, their attitude towards the undead is the same as that of other evil creatures, and if they are discovered, they must be destroyed, and in the Dryad's belief, awakening the dead with magical powers is a blasphemy against the natural law of life, old age, sickness and death.

However, if they want to survive, they must rely on these skeletons that suddenly appear.

The movements of the undead are concise, and it is simply one word, dry.

They don't let out senseless roars, they don't fear, they obey orders 100%, such an army is terrifying, even if they are as brutal as demons, they can still feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts when they fight against the army of the undead.

The skeletons rushed through the tribe with mechanical efficiency to search for and attack the demons, and it wasn't long before they took over the task of fighting the demons from the dryads, leaving only the survivors of the dryads with a confused expression.

It was also at this time that An Yizhi and the three of them walked in through the dilapidated tribal gate.

"John, have an air filter"

"Huh? Oh ok"

John was a little stunned, and when he heard Ann's words, he added an air filter bubble to the three of them that could filter out toxins and odors.

The main reason is that the corpses of the demons all over the ground are so smelly, they all have a strong smell of sulfur, and the smell of sulfur is similar to the smell of rotten eggs, so you can imagine how smelly it is......