Early in the morning, there was fog.

The fog was heavy, and three steps away, there was a vast expanse.

Ghost Cry and a group of three people walked here. There is dew in the forest, dripping and crisp. The air was slightly cold, with a hint of coldness, inhaled into the nose, and suddenly sleepy as if ice and snow melted.

The bell shook softly, and the bell rang out.

In the forest, a giant mountain spirit as tall as a bear sniffed vigorously, looking at the silhouette of a swaying figure on the road, and greed in his eyes.

The howls of apes and wolves came and went, and the murmur of chirping was mixed in.

Rusty sickles, hoes with broken handles, sharpened sticks, and a group of half-human mountain spirits chirping, under the urging of the king, their eyes were red and they swarmed with these miscellaneous weapons.

Amidst a noisy shout, a group of dwarfs rushed out of the fog with a strange clown-like smile on their faces.

It was abrupt, but none of the people present showed surprise. The moment the bell rings for the devil cry, everyone is ready.

Looking at the little mountain spirit who rushed out, Cai Wei breathed a sigh of relief. Every time she faced those monsters, she always suffered, except when she encountered mountain spirits.

These little dwarfs, with thin demonic energy, thin body size, lack of strength, although they are complemented by demonic energy, they are still weak chickens, and it is not an exaggeration for a peasant to fight three.

Cai Wei pulled out the Qingfeng Sword, and then, as if they had seen a ghost, the faces of the little dwarf mountain spirits changed drastically, and the strange smile that hung at that moment turned into a frightened expression.

They saw a man as big as their king, carrying a big black and long iron rod, standing there like a mountain.

The mountain spirits hurriedly stopped the car, and then were pushed behind them and staggered, and were forced to move forward.

A black shadow rushed out, and instantly arrived in front of a group of mountain spirits.

It's ghost crying, he just happened to need a sparring partner, and these guys rushed out on their own.

The long knife was unsheathed, and the bright light of the knife cut through the thick fog.

The next moment, the sword flickered, and the ghost cried and strode forward.

Then, the blood rushed into the sky, exploding a hazy blood mist, intertwined with the white fog. Soaring into the sky together, there is also a fierce demonic aura.

A terrible cry rang out, and the mountain spirits behind heard the heart-rending shouts in front of them, and they were suddenly frightened, because they couldn't see what was going on, and their fear increased a little.

Then, the group of mountain spirits, numbering in the hundreds, collapsed in morale and fled in all directions.

With a dull roar, the giant mountain elf stepped forward and kicked the chaotic mountain elf beneath its feet in all directions.

Then he saw a figure scurrying towards him.

In his hand, a wooden stick the thickness of an adult's arm roared up, and on it, the teeth of wild beasts were inlaid with it, which was a real mace.

Ghost Cry felt the whistling wind, and in an instant, his face was slightly tingling. He jerked his head down, and then felt a thick thing whizz past.

Long hair flutters, and strips of cloth are tied around the head.

I can't see the opponent's further movements, and I don't know the specific height of the opponent, so Ghost Cry can only shoot instinctively based on experience and slash through with a knife.

Immediately afterward, he frowned and flew back.

The tip of the knife cut through the belly, and the giant mountain spirit only felt a cold stomach, lowered his head, and a blood line appeared on his belly.

Then, the flesh rolls up, revealing the thick fat inside.

The strange smile on his face faded away, and he was startled and angry, and strode after the retreating ghost cry, roaring one after another of unknown meaning from his mouth.

Rumble!

The arm-thick mace smashed on the ground in front of Devil Cry's toes, and the ground rolled with dirt, the wind howled, and several dead leaves flew.

The figure of the ghost crying back slammed into a sharp arrow, like a sharp arrow, and rushed forward.

The giant mountain spirit only saw the figure in front of him flash, and the ghost cry was gone.

He turned his head in a panic to look for it, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ghost Cry had appeared behind him.

The two sides staggered by, and the blood flowers on the thighs of the giant mountain spirit bloomed.

He had rough skin and thick flesh, and he could still bear this little injury, so he turned around awkwardly. The ghost wept and turned his head and listened.

There was some silence all around, except for the melodious sound of bells.

The giant mountain spirit raised his mace with one hand, and the next moment, the wound on his abdomen and thigh exploded at the same time, and the blood mist was hazy. He screamed and fell to his knees. The arms that were raised high also hung down.

Mountain Elves, an eccentric race. Each of their members is a demon and has a demonic aura, so it can be said that they are born monsters. According to common sense, their bloodline is by no means simple, but their upper and lower limits are pitifully low.

This giant mountain spirit symbolizes the upper limit of the mountain spirit, but its strength is almost the same as an ordinary bear when it is empty-handed.

And his demonic aura can only scare ordinary people who are very different from his size, and scare children into crying, but it is not clear whether their own terrifying faces or demonic energy are effective. is more used to deter his own little brother. Other than that, there is no other use, let alone to assist the attack like a ghost cry. On the contrary, some small mountain spirits are more talented in the use of demonic energy, such as for escape.

The wound was torn in large areas because of the eruption of demonic energy attached to it. Blood, gushing out even more violently.

The giant mountain spirit raised his head with difficulty, looked at the slowly approaching ghost crying, supported the ground with both hands, and exerted force with one foot, delivering the final blow.

Then, he really died.

The heavy body slammed heavily on the ground. A huge wound almost pierced his body.

Blood and internal organs spurted out together, and the strong smell of blood made the originally panicked mountain spirits even more frightened, and they fled in a panic, and disappeared one after another as soon as the smoke slipped away, leaving only the rustling sound of leaves rubbing.

Devil Cry raised his hand and touched his shoulder.

A huge wound appeared here, and just now, the giant mountain spirit pounced, and he couldn't completely dodge it.

And the strip of cloth on his face was also hooked by the mountain spirit's nails, and a pair of eyes saw the light of day again.

Because his eyes were too narrow, he didn't have much discomfort with the sudden brightness.

At a glance, I saw blood on the ground.

The muscles are bursting up, the skin is red, the mouth is dry, and the heart is pounding. On the eyeballs and under the eyelids, the bloodshot is intertwined, which is very hideous.

Ghost Cry quickly closed his eyes, covering the blood in his eyes. Panting, he put the knife under his armpit, quickly took out a bag of peanuts, opened it, stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, clicked and bite, chewed hard, and stopped his itchy teeth.

He walked forward in the dark while eating, relying on his memory, he returned to the original place, sniffing the familiar taste, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but he always felt that something was wrong, how could he be so quiet.

He quickly opened his eyes, and then, he saw the majestic Tiger Dao man.

At this moment, the hat above his head was gone, and his face was full of fear. Large drops of sweat dripped down and soaked the fur.

And Cai Wei is also like a great enemy, looking straight ahead.

Ghost Cry took a breath, at this moment, the bell had stopped, but they were still like this, could it be that there was some powerful opponent who was even so strong that the bell couldn't even detect it.

Ghost Cry felt his neck stiffen a little, and turned his head back and forth, and then, he saw it......