Outside the expeditionary camp of the Bena Legion of the Yunling Green Empire.
The night is like ink, Moyun Ridge under the moonlight, and the dark shadows in the dense forest are moving down the mountain. They seem to be very adapted to the dark night. They can see the road under their feet without the need for light, or they are very familiar with the terrain here and have gone all the way.
Outside the expeditionary camp.
It made its tall and burly body hide in the shadows as much as possible, restrained the murderous aura in its body, and stared at a big tree fifty meters away in front of it with a pair of turbid and bloodshot eyes. Damn the power of the plane law,
Its power was suppressed to only one-third of that in the blazing hell world. Originally, these eyes could see the black crow a hundred meters away in the endless darkness.
But now, even if you want to see the hidden whistle on the tree fifty meters away, it is a bit difficult.
It licked its chapped lips. The blood in its body was almost dry. Some new blood must be injected into the body in order for the body to continue to maintain. Isn't this the reason why it has gone through so many hardships from the flaming hell?
A reason to go to this damn strange plane?
What does blood taste like?
When it is thinking about this, its saliva can't help but flow out. It really doesn't know what being reserved is anymore!
Where is the dignity of evil spirits?
Okay! Just fifty meters away in the tree, there is a hidden sentry that is not very well concealed.
In the dark night, the pair of eyes in the gap between the leaves reflected a subtle moonlight. It clenched the thorn in its hand and shrank its body as much as possible.
A horned evil spirit next to him glanced at him, tilted his head, and motioned for him to touch it.
'This is definitely a good opportunity for the captain to show off!' It thought in its heart, and then its whole body stuck in the shadow, twisted, and approached the sentry in the shadow... forty-five meters... thirty-five meters
...twenty meters...five meters...
It hid in the shadow under the tree, holding a thorn in its mouth, climbing the tree with both hands, and broke a branch with its own hands.
Damn it, all the creatures in this plane are so fragile and will break even if touched lightly. Why can't some iron trees from the Blazing Hell grow here?
The unexpected sound made his heart skip a beat...
However, the human warrior in the dark whistle on the top of the tree seemed to be asleep, and did not notice any strange noises under his feet.
It continued to climb up, but the branches and leaves of the crown of this tree were too dense, and it was difficult for its tall body to get into the crown. It had to stop, try hard to reach up, holding the thorn in its hand, and quietly moved towards the tree.
The human warrior reached over.
The sharp spurs penetrated the soldier's feet, and the next second, they protruded from the soldier's skull. The human soldier penetrated the spurs, and not even a warning signal was sent out.
It caught a magic flare that fell from the hands of a human warrior, and jumped down from the tree holding the trophy.
More than a hundred evil ghosts passed by and silently rushed towards the military camp in front. It originally wanted to have a delicious meal, but at this time it could only rush forward along with the other evil ghosts.
The evil spirits burst out of the dense forest and suddenly jumped out of the dense forest without any warning.
The two green-faced and horned demons who were at the front almost left two afterimages behind them during the charge. The demons' arms were crossed in front of their faces, and their bodies were hunched over like running rhinos.
, hit the ten-meter-high wooden fence unstoppably. The foundations of these wooden fences were not very strong. Under the combined impact of the two green-faced and horned evil spirits, several wooden fences were knocked to pieces.
Amidst the loud noise, more than a hundred evil spirits were like hungry wolves rushing into the sheepfold, using only their body instincts to pounce on the sleeping human warriors in the tents.
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A loud noise, like an earth shaking and a mountain shaking, woke He Boqiang from his sleep.
The soldiers of the second team beside him also got up from their sleeping bags. Hearing the noisy shouts of killing outside, Suldak quickly put the armor beside him on his body without any hesitation. For the heavy armored infantry,
For a soldier, if he doesn't wear this heavy armor, he is no different from a farmer holding a manure fork.
A gathering horn sounded vaguely outside the camp. Surdak stood in the tent and urged the soldiers of the second team: "Hurry! Everyone, put on your armor quickly..."
With that said, he fastened his shoulder straps, fastened the hidden buttons of his trousers, and rushed out of the tent with the knight's sword in hand.
When He Boqiang slept, he didn't take off the leather armor at all. This may be the benefit of the Warcraft leather armor. Even if it is worn on the body, it only feels like wearing a layer of single clothes, which is somewhat uncomfortable when sleeping.
There are some vague memories in his subconscious: On the battlefield in the wild, as long as it does not affect sleep, the armor should not be left behind.
When Suldak rushed out with his sword, He Boqiang was right behind him.
When I opened the tent curtain, I found that the outside of the military camp was already in chaos.
The roar of evil spirits came from all directions, and a tent next door was crushed by a three-meter-tall evil ghost. The soldiers inside were crushed under the tent before they even had time to climb out.
They were like fish squeezed into a fishing net, trying to cut open the tent and get out.
But how could the evil ghost who trampled the tent collapse give them such a chance? The evil ghost's military thorns stabbed at the most volatile parts of the tent randomly, and there would always be some painful screams every time...
At this time, Surdak couldn't help but rush over with his long sword.
He seemed to have forgotten that he had not accepted the blessing of the sacrificial ceremony, and his current physical condition could not block a heavy blow from the evil ghost warrior.
The long sword thrust out was blocked by the evil ghost, and the military thorn in the evil ghost's hand stabbed Surdak's chest.
A dwarf chain shield appeared on Surdak's chest in time. The surface of the dwarf chain shield was covered with many iron patches and was in tatters. However, it firmly stuck the military thorn in the evil ghost's hand.
, the two-faced and four-armed demonic figure behind He Boqiang appeared again, but disappeared quickly in just a short moment.
Amidst the piercing sound of gold and iron, He Boqiang gave up the dwarf chain shield in his hand, held the Roman sword tightly with both hands, took a step forward, and sent the long sword into the belly of the evil ghost.
The evil ghost withdrew the hand that was holding the sword of Knight Surdak and punched He Boqiang's shoulder hard. The snake lizard skin shoulder guard made a cracking sound at this moment.
He Boqiang only felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, but most of the force was absorbed by the leather shoulder pads. Unfortunately, the leather shoulder pads of the Flame Basilisk were not as strong as expected. Maybe the evil ghost's punch was too strong.
It was so huge that it tore a crack out of the leather shoulder guard, and He Boqiang also felt the giant hammer-like fist coming down, and his body immediately fell backwards.
Just as the bearded man rushed out of the tent, he collided with He Boqiang, who fell backwards, and the two rolled into a ball.
He Boqiang pulled hard on the chain in his hand, and the discarded dwarf chain shield was pulled back by the chain attached to his arm.
It's just that the modified Roman sword is still stuck in the evil ghost's belly...