Duke of Grief

The roar of monsters and Warcraft merged into the night wind and went away with the wind.

The loud winds covered up the restless beasts, the dark clouds covered the bright moon that should have been hanging high at night, the white thick electric arc flashed through the clouds, and then thunder thundered through the world.

Sudden heavy rain made life in the Black Forest, and the interracials who lived the same life as the wild beasts grumbled in excitement with words that absolutely no one could understand.

The raindrops haven't fallen yet, but all this in front of us indicates that there will be a heavy rain soon!

The night is dark and the wind is high, and there will be a heavy rain, which is undoubtedly a good opportunity for action for them.

They were excitedly discussing the next move. This heavy rain created an excellent opportunity for them. Although these herds are very uneasy now, they do not need these herds to listen to them, they just need to keep driving these monsters away. That's it.

Their warriors have surrounded the herd, because the time has not come yet. If they act rashly, they will disturb the enemies who have seized their valley.

They can be quite certain that the roar of the herd will never reach the valley. As long as it is late at night, after the humans enter sleep, they will act again, and then those humans will not be able to run away!

"The dark night is high..."

The black dragon leaned on the trunk of a tree, and the demon tree behind didn't dare to move. The courage to dare to use its own bait to pit monsters was gone. The leaves and branches were swaying in the strong wind. Shivering.

After possessing self-awareness, the magic tree has not seen any dragon, nor does he know that there is such a race as the dragon race, but the natural fear reverberates in the soul.

As long as it is a creature, it is difficult to maintain self in front of the dragon, even if Cervantes did not release the dragon power at all.

The faint dragon family breath already made the magic tree behind him shake like sieve bran. In fact, if it was not the curiosity that just cut the trunk of the tree with claws, Cervantes really did not know that this tree is a kind of Disguised as a mixture of plants and animals, hidden under the bark is flesh and blood.

Sitting high and looking far away, sitting on the branch of the magic tree, with excellent dark vision, the black dragon had a panoramic view of the scene below.

The messy voice could not affect his judgment. The darkness covered him with camouflage, sitting quietly on the branch, and nothing could show his existence.

The Black Forest aliens with the sorrowful lord's idea did not know the lord of that territory and sat above their heads. Although Cervantes could not understand what they were talking about, it was not a good thing anyway. These **** guys had just arrived When he arrived in this territory, there was a beast tide. Although he was allowed to stand in front of the leaders of the tragic wind, he did not want war. If a war broke out, he would not make money.

But depending on the situation, the following group of guys want to move the animal tide again. This is really a group of guys with no brains. Because of their strong reproductive ability, do they dare to try this place hundreds of times?

The dark golden pupils gleamed slightly among the lush foliage, and when this cold sight fell on those aliens, they still did not notice it at all, and Cervantes seemed to be fully integrated into the darker At night, there is no separation from darkness.

During the conversation, the kobold and the wild goblin made a "quack" laugh, the lizardmen's warriors sharpened their beast teeth knives on the side, and the voodoo priests sat on the backs of several giant beasts, watching quietly In the dark night.

The tree was supposed to be quiet and the wind stopped. Now the wind does not stop, and the tree does not want to be quiet, but if it is not quieter, its leaves will fall off...

Cervantes didn't know what he had done. Anyway, from the beginning, he thought he was a dragon, but even a dragon wouldn't be nervous about his property. It was just a madman, not a dragon. .

Thunder rolls in the cumulonimbus clouds, and countless arc snakes are bred in these dark clouds, like the sound of thunder exploding in the ears to contain the clouds.

I don’t know how many miles are covered by thick black clouds. The beasts are uneasy. At this time in the past, they have already fallen asleep. No matter what kind of monster, they will look for a rain shelter in front of the downpour. Place, if they meet other monsters in a cave, they will choose to turn a blind eye.

Bang

It seemed as if the thunder **** on the cloud waved a long whip angrily on the ground, and a silver-white flash of light flashed through it, blowing the ground out of a big pit.

The adventurers in the Gold Coin Valley have naturally noticed the coming heavy rain. In the Black Forest, it is not an accident to encounter any extreme weather suddenly. If they say that they will be in a hurry because of this sudden heavy rain last year If so, then this year they have become accustomed to it, and they are prepared for all precautions before going to sleep.

The thunder sounded, and this was just the beginning. Then, more lightning fell from the sky, as if to turn this area into a thunder field.

The herd roared with panic and fled, but the alien hunters who surrounded the herd were already ready. They rode one after another, riding through the dark woods, and those The chaotic herd drove back.

They are skillful and know at a glance that this is not the first time!

The voodoo sacrifices belonging to different tribes still have no action. They are waiting for the opportunity, and Cervantes is also waiting for an opportunity.

Snapped

A small drop of water fell from the sky, hitting the leaves, and the water was splashing.

Cervantes pursed his lips and smiled, "It's raining..."

The rituals who were either thin or fat, or rickets, or straight waists stood up from the back of the giant beast, and the guard standing beside them raised the rough horn in their hands and blew it!

Woo

Woo

Woo

The sound of the horn sounded one after another sent the hunters a signal time!

"what!"

The wild goblin hunter sitting on the back of the dog grinned, showing a black-yellow tooth, picked up the sling rope hanging around his waist, excitedly shouted: "Oh!"

For a time, the hunters reversed the direction of the drive in a tacit understanding. The unreasonable and fearful beasts were driven by the tribe hunters and fled desperately towards the south.

Countless dark shadows flexibly move among the trees~www.NovelMTL.com~ Even though they have fallen into darkness, they can still see the way ahead.

boom!

The heavy rain was pouring down, like a thunder exploding in his ears. Apart from the rumbling rain, the hunters could no longer hear any sound.

The voodoo ritual shakes the skull and cane in his hand, whispers the prayer words that he does not know which evil **** or ancestor to pray to, and the giant beast under him also takes a heavy step. The monster on the road trampled to death.

The blood-red light illuminates under the cover of darkness, and the heavy rain and night create the best time for the voodoo sacrifices.

The herds are like an unstoppable torrent flowing to the south, and the valley of gold coins is blocking their escape. If there is no accident, those adventurers who have no time to escape will be trampled by the hoofs of the herd, and finally one No broken body can be left.

However, the premise is ‘no accidents’...

The leaves gathered above the head by the magic tree blocked the wind and rain for the black dragon. He took out another cigarette and took out a box of matches.

Click

Heilong put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a match, and stroked the edge of the matchbox, and the light was on.

The swaying flame lit the cigarette, and Cervantes took a deep breath, exhaled a smoke ring, and then dropped the match down

Flames burst!

The sudden fire swallowed everything up, and under the control of the Fire King, the flames flew across the forest.

The high temperature spreads among the trees, and the flames light the endless night like a huge wave. The monstrous fire jumps high, over the trunk, over the treetops, and engulf everything in front!

"Ah!"

Hearing the screams and shouts mixed in the rain, Black Dragon grinned and patted the magic tree trunk.

"Run!"

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