As the legendary powerhouses on both sides left one after another, another legendary ranger on the Tauren immediately exerted his even more astonishing combat power as a wild horse.

The two curved blades in his hand shone with cold light under the sunlight, as if two sickles of the god of death were waving in the crowd of jagged people, wherever they passed, they were wailing everywhere.

This legendary ranger is agile and agile, and every attack is accurate and deadly. He is like he is unparalleled, killing among the zombies.

The Tauren Ranger is responsible for random killing, and the Gnoll is responsible for gaga.

Wherever you go, there is only a mess and fear.

Brian hid in the dark, staring at the battle with a torch.

As the Tauren gradually gained the upper hand and almost wiped out the group of abyss werewolfs, his brows were frowning tightly, and an indescribable doubt surged in his heart.

This was obviously an attack that was planned by the gnolls for a long time, but Brian discovered that the emergence of the gnoll voters did not bring much substantial help to their companions.

On the contrary, due to his distance from the Taurus Druid, the situation on the battlefield suddenly became precarious and almost fell on the verge of defeat.

This is so unusual!

No matter how bad the zombie's brain is, it will not be so ignorant that it is ambushed at the exit of the spiral tower to send heads to the Tauren.

Brian thought to himself, was there any unknown secrets in this?

He stared at the battlefield with his eyes as sharp as an eagle, trying to find the answer from every subtle movement and every dull sound of landing.

On the mottled battlefield, an increasingly strange atmosphere began to permeate.

Soon, as the Abyss Gnolls fell one after another under the heavy battle axe of the Tauren, a sudden uneasiness surged in Brian's heart.

He suddenly recalled that the one-eyed werewolf who escaped from the spiral tower disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

Then, Brian's eyes fell on the ground, and the corpses of the abyss were lying in a row. Unlike the battlefields before, these corpses did not turn into filth and disappeared immediately.

On the contrary, they lay straight on the ground, as if frozen by time.

The blood that was so rich that it was almost black, poured out from the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gathered on the ground into a pool of water with a faint gloss.

These waters seemed to contain some mysterious power, which made Brian feel inexplicably chill.

Brian's thoughts moved slightly, and a drop of blood on the ground rose into the air under the influence of magical power and fell into his palm.

He carefully touched the drop of blood with his fingertips. In an instant, a cold feeling spread along his fingertips, as if it had penetrated his skin and reached the depths of his bone marrow.

This chill is not only physically cold, but also an indescribable gloom and heaviness, just like the cold wind in the abyss, making people shudder involuntarily.

Brian's expression darkened and he immediately looked at the pool of blood gathering on the ground.

Soon, he found that the surface of these pools of blood had quietly emitted a faint and strange red light, just like a slight fluctuation of life.

Seeing this situation, Brian was secretly shocked. What kind of power is this that can make the blood of the abyss zombie remain in such a strange form after death?

At the same time, an uncertain speculation in his heart was about to be confirmed.

So Brian looked up and looked into the distance, trying to find the trace of the one-eyed zombie.

But the battlefield was crowded with people, and he could not determine the specific location of the other party.

Brian took a deep breath and decided to continue observing the changes in the battlefield, hoping to find more clues from it.

As time went by, more and more abyss werewolves fell under the tauren's battle axe, and their corpses and blood formed strange patterns on the ground.

These patterns seem to have some pattern, but they are full of unknowns and mystery.

Brian was filled with doubt and curiosity, and he realized that behind this battle there might be a more terrifying plot of the Abyss Gnoll.

You know, although the appearance characteristics of the abyss were the same as those of the zombies at first glance, if you regard it as a zombie in the material world, it would be a huge misunderstanding.

In fact, these abyss were not ordinary things, but pure blood abyss demons. They are just demons carefully fabricated by the king of the werewolf according to the image of the werewolf in the material world.

What flows on them is the darkness and evil of the abyss, not the wildness and power of nature.

Therefore, once the abyss werewolf falls in the material world, their flesh and blood will turn into filthy things like ordinary demons and dissipate invisible.

However, the group of abyss were very different in front of them, and they also showed a creepy and weird situation.

Brian stared at the strange demons, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He speculated that this group of gnolls was summoning a more terrifying existence in this way.

Otherwise, how could they send so many "heads" at such a cost?

Behind this, there must be some unfathomable conspiracy and purpose. Brian is ready to face the upcoming storm.

As expected.

Everything was as Bryan expected.

As the last abyss were slit open by a tauren warrior, the wailing sound came to an axe, and it fell into a pool of blood, and the air around it seemed to solidify.

However, just as everyone thought the battle was over and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the blind werewolf that had long disappeared suddenly emerged from the darkness like a ghost and appeared quietly in front of the bull-headed people.

The werewolf limped, his body covered with traces of time and scars of battle, as if every inch of his skin was telling the suffering and struggles it had experienced.

It stopped and glanced coldly at the group of tauren warriors standing in front of it, and its gaze revealed an indescribable depth and indifference.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in the zombie's eyes, like a meteor passing by in the night sky, brilliant and short.

This light seemed to contain some mysterious power, which made everyone present feel an inexplicable chill, as if they were staring at some unknown existence, making people unable to help but hold their breath.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden light burst out around the werewolf.

Then, Brian, hiding in the dark, saw that the werewolf wrapped in golden light, whose short body was visible to the naked eye, became more and more ferocious.
Chapter completed!