Chapter 2506 Monster
circle-of-life
The Circle of Life is one of the few 'positive energy' spells mastered by the Ogre Shaman. It can resist the erosion of the dark atmosphere, reduce magic damage, and at the same time provide a steady stream of healing power and powerful vitality, allowing the Ogre Shaman to
The human-demonic warriors maintain a more lasting and powerful fighting capacity.
The light green spots rising from the fire looked like a group of light bugs that had just emerged from the nest.
At first it was only the size of a fingernail, but when the wind swelled up, it turned into light green haloes with a radius of more than three feet in an instant, falling from the sky and covering every warrior in the camp - no matter ogres or centaurs.
Although the green halo that suddenly appeared made the centaur warriors a little uneasy, the strong breath of life emitted from the halo made them hesitate a little. Then the halo fell, and the seemingly endless vitality pouring out of the halo immediately made them
Realize that this is not an attack magic, but it will also cause greater chaos.
Many centaur warriors showed confusion and confusion, and looked at their leader one after another.
The centaur leader looked deeply at the old ogre priest.
"Hold your bows! Line up!"
It roared and walked around the ogre camp with quick steps. It raised its spear high in its hand and waved rings of different sizes in the air, announcing to each Centaur warrior.
Order:
"Trident battle formation! Spear head pointing outwards! Prepare to attack!"
"Ogre!"
The old ogre priest grabbed the staff with his bloody hand, paused heavily on the ground, looked around, and stared at every ogre warrior: "The King of Fire dropped the oracle, and an ominous breath came from the Silent Forest.
Centaurs are not our enemies! Two heads are better than one on this night!"
The young head under its jaw raised with great effort, tried its best to open its blurry eyes, and repeated in a chaotic voice: "Two heads are better than one!"
The green halo at the feet of the ogre warriors was covered with a faint red light.
"Ogre!Ogre!"
"Ogre!"
They brandished huge wooden clubs and bone shields, and responded to the old priest's warning with ferocious roars. They stood in a scattered formation, surrounding the bonfire in the center of the camp, and their heavy breathing made people feel as if a giant was slowing down.
wake up.
call!
The cold wind passed through the forest, brushing the manes of the centaurs and the old ogre priest's staff, blowing the bonfire slightly and shaking it a few times. In the dark forest, a pair of dark red eyes suddenly lit up.
Hooray!
Accompanied by the chaotic sound of flapping wings, a huge black crow flew out of the forest and crashed into the bonfire like a cannonball.
call out!
A sharp arrow shot out from the side and passed through the crow's neck accurately. The arrow nailed it to the tree trunk at the edge of the camp with great force. The crow struggled for a few seconds, and the redness in its eyes dimmed.
Turned into a limp corpse.
The horseman leader put away his bow and arrows. There was no trace of joy in his eyes, only a strong sense of vigilance.
Because it clearly saw that the crow it shot to death turned into a ball of black gas in just a few seconds, flowing back into the dark mist surging in the forest.
Definitely black magic.
"Change the bow! Retreat!" It raised the spear in its hand again, whirled around on the spot, and roared, correcting the previous order: "Transform into the Crescent Moon Formation, prepare for free fire!"
"seize-the-initiative!"
The old ogre priest took out his bone knife, cut open his other arm, and then sprinkled the dripping blood into the bonfire. The fire was bright, and countless sparks flew up from the jumping flames, condensing into
A burning orange eye.
The fire eyes opened, and the red gaze seemed to completely illuminate the camp for an instant.
But a moment later, the fire eye shattered and turned into countless sparks that fell into the bonfire. Instead, the billowing black mist rushed through the restriction at the edge of the camp, getting closer and closer to the allied forces of centaurs and ogres who were waiting for them.
Whoops, whoops!
The old ogre priest held on to his staff and fell weakly to the ground, breathing heavily, with a fierce expression mixed with a hint of fear: "Can't see...can't see clearly...the King of Fire can't see this monster either."
His face..."
The centaur warriors pawed uneasily, pointing the arrows in their hands nervously at the depths of the forest. The ogre warriors opened their eyes wide, and their breathing became heavier. A violent atmosphere filled the entire camp.
Hurrah!
Dark red eyes lit up in the darkness one after another. There was no crow, no negotiation, only the silent and messy sound of flapping wings, intertwined and overlapping, one after another, like huge crows.
It surged out of the darkness like a tidal wave, completely submerging this small tribal camp in just a short time.
Many of the centaur and ogre warriors who were waiting in full formation did not even have time to let out the last roar of their lives before they were devoured by a seemingly endless flock of crows.
The bonfire is almost extinguished.
The light in the forest camp is getting dimmer.
The crows folded their wings, like vultures, clustered in twos and threes in front of the corpses on the ground, pecking at the flesh and blood of centaurs and ogres, feasting on them. The crows who had eaten and drank enough spread their wings and flew back to the surroundings like
In the dark mist that enveloped the camp like a curtain, it blended into it silently.
for a long time.
When there was no more crows or other creatures in the forest, there were only broken bones on the ground and a dying fire in the center of the camp.
Click.
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps breaking branches.
Professor Monteria slowly walked out of the forest. He was not wearing a hood, and his face was horribly pale when exposed. His black cloak was raised behind him, as if grabbing a corner of the night. As he moved forward, the sky became darker and darker.
More and more black and mist were pulled out from all sides by the cloak and became part of the cloak.
Wait until the professor comes to the fire.
The black mist that shrouded the camp had completely merged into his cloak, trailing behind him like a long black tail.
Without the obstruction of the black mist, the moonlight returned to this small world, and the entire camp became brighter.
"The real universe is dark and dead... Everything is born in this darkness and dead silence. Only by looking at the purest darkness can we detect the subtle light of hope."
Professor Monteria muttered to himself, raised his leg, stamped out the last remaining light of the bonfire, and then turned around and left.
The raised cloak obscured his figure, and the entire camp became dark again.
Gululu.
An undeveloped ogre skull rolled down from the jaw of another mature skull and rolled twice on the ground. His dark eyes looked at the broken bones on the ground illuminated by the moonlight and the fire with a trace of smoke remaining.
The pile was silent for a moment, then suddenly shattered and turned into a puff of powder in the moonlight.
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