The sky gradually faded, and the evening quiet of the grassland was filled with a quiet strangeness.
Although the vast grassland has rolling mountains, there are not many obstacles in the field of view. It is really magnificent, but once you enter the darkness, you feel a little less secure.
With the afterglow of the setting sun, the rising bonfires, howlings and howlings of excitement come one after another.
The gnolls and their slaves were excited to prepare pre-war supper, and anyone who could be part of the supper.
Fighting, eating, mating, and a drawing of hell are presented in this world.
It seems to have a mysterious atmosphere. In this atmosphere, even the most good person who can cry for all tragic things will join the camp of evil, because here, evil has become the norm and is something that can be done normally.
Those tragic things have become the norm, and they are all there, and you may even wonder if everything you have experienced is abnormal.
"Come here! Candido, I saw him!"
Someone shouted loudly, rushing towards the distance with his weapon, and then stepped on the trap clip that someone had buried, and his sharp teeth pierced into the leg bones.
Immediately someone came to him, chopped off his head, hugged the other person's hyena and chewed it a few times, licked the blood, threw it aside, then pulled out his own scimitar, opened his mouth to reveal his bloody fangs, and began to howl wildly.
Candido stood in the distance, looking at the once familiar gnoll camp, but had an unprecedented palpitation, everything became so strange and frightening.
"Has I been discovered?" Candido looked at the companions who were rushing towards him, and this thought flashed through his heart. Although the gnolls would kill each other, this killing remained at the same level.
At most, when there was not enough food, they would kill each other. Then, as the gnoll leader received the demon spirit, the phenomenon of killing each other became more and more serious. At this time, this had become a kind of fun, but that was still a minority after all.
Now, everyone is fanatically trying to kill their own people. Although the clear target is directed at him, it is not uncommon for sneak attacks behind the scenes during this charge, so you can observe what the zombies have become.
A sense of racial responsibility rose from Candido's heart. He has rethinked many things these days, and the past has also influenced him all the time. Therefore, Candido's current camp is still an evil camp, but it has gradually shifted from chaos to order.
The responsibilities of race feel that when the moment he wakes up, if he still has the past, the priest uses the aspirations of detecting camp on him, he will find that he has changed from chaotic evil to order evil.
In the past, these races were influenced by bloodlines and even belief in gods. In a race, only a few exceptions could break free from the limitations of the innate camp. It was not easy for Candy to become such exceptions.
Looking at the werewolf rushing over, Candydo pulled out his sword and his expression became serious. No matter what his thoughts he had now, he was about to face these crazy similar people.
But soon he closed his grim expression. He looked back and saw a red light appear in the sky in the distance. As the red light became more and more prosperous, it then illuminated half of the sky.
Just like the setting sun, all those who observe this scene feel as if they are watching the setting sun, their bodies are getting colder and colder, and the temperature around them is getting colder.
The difference is that the light is getting stronger and stronger, rising from the night, suppressing the light of the bright moon in the sky, as if the sun has retreated from the west.
Naiser flapped his wings, and every scale on his body seemed to be shining with brilliance, with absolute heat mixed between his wings.
The wolves who were originally shouting enthusiastically that they wanted to kill the traitor Candido seemed to have been directly imposed on calm techniques, and their original fanatical emotions instantly faded.
Some of them even started vomiting. Most of them were slaves captured by the werewolves. In the previous atmosphere of evil, they seemed to have turned into demons, doing all the evil things happily. Not only did they not feel disgusted, but they were also very excited.
Now that their brains have completely calmed down, they understand what they have done before.
But even so, there were still a large number of gnolls howling and rushing towards Candido.
Even if they calm down, they are evil and will not give up their own tasks.
"Friends!" Candido seized this opportunity and began to speak out his own ideas loudly: "Under the leadership of the leader, the number of werewolves has indeed increased a lot, but the culture of a race has retreated unprecedentedly. Sometimes it is difficult for us to even call it a wise race."
"We can't continue like this anymore. The gnoll needs to change!" said Candido.
Unfortunately, the intensity of this kind of speech is not high. Except for a few gnolls who have corresponding insights, most gnolls have no feeling about it.
Under a fixed concept, it cannot be changed in just a few words. Even the werewolves who have some recognition of Candido's words did not stop the rhythm of attacking.
The kind of person who can give up his persistence just because others say a few words is a joke in itself.
After all, even one of your own ideas is so difficult to change, let alone those things that can be called "persistence" can be easily changed, which only means that you do not agree with things that you insist on.
After Kandido finished speaking, he didn't care about the effect of his words. He held his two swords and began to prepare for the battle. Some fast-speed forest creatures gradually appeared behind him.
However, it was Neser who really saved Candido. His voice passed by and the dragon's power was pressed down, mixed with the true meaning of the July Fire move. The werewolves fell down batch by batch as if they were harvested wheat.
However, soon in the werewolf's camp, another thing began to rise, a rotten breath. Under this breath, all the fallen werewolf stood up, their bodies began to rot, and then changed from rot to a blue body. However, some gelatinous skin grew and successfully transformed into another appearance.
"Ghost?" Nesser recognized this state and immediately became interested.
Jenogu once attacked the 421st floor of the bottomless abyss - the White Kingdom, and enslaved the demon lord, the king of the ghoul, Dorison, so Jenogu could summon the ghouls to fight at any time.
Chapter completed!