Chapter 307 The Living Dead

Unexpectedly, these people did not retreat to the second floor, but followed the stairs into the ground, and threw down several more bodies to cover their companions.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Ge ordered to chase in. Without encountering great resistance, Song Ge and others came to the underground of the building. This was a dark hall, with only a few magic lamps lit opposite the entrance of the stairs. The warriors and assassins who had just retreated were standing opposite Song Ge and others, with gloomy smiles on their faces.

Before the people in Baban could take action, a strange and powerful aura suddenly burst out from behind these poisonous fire warriors. Everyone who was not prepared, took a step back together.

Song Ge was shocked. What kind of master has such a powerful aura?

Although she was surprised, Song Ge, who had experienced many battles, quickly recovered from his calmness and was fully alert to the changes on the other side. The Huowu warriors and Ling around him also surrounded Song Ge at the first time. The safety of the Prophet is always the first priority.

Under the pressure of this powerful momentum, Song Ge looked at the place where this momentum came out - behind the remnants of warriors.

There was a thin old man sitting there. Because of his short stature, he was blocked by the people in front of him. He was not discovered by Song Ge and others just now. He was not noticed until such a powerful aura burst out.

Mumbling? This is the first impression Song Ge saw this old man. His thin cheeks had completely sunken, his skin was as dry as if it was about to crack, and his body was even thinner. If it weren't for the occasional turning of his dark brown eyes, it would be no different from a corpse.

What's even more strange is that the old man's unremarkable face was painted with green patterns, which continued on his neck and even his entire body, but was blocked by his clothes and could not be seen.

Danger, this is Song Ge's feeling now. Whether it is the weird momentum or the old man's eyes with crazy bloodthirsty desire, he clearly told Song Ge that the old man was not afraid of these people coming in.

"It was discovered, very good." The old man, who was like a mummy, made an extremely unpleasant sound, stimulating the eardrums of everyone present.

The reason why he made a sound is because this strange old man didn't open his mouth when he spoke. The sound was like it was coming from his body. The golden sound was severe and there was an indescribable feeling of discomfort.

"But I didn't expect that the person who came was an orc, okay, okay." Every time the old man said a good word, the people in Baban felt that their hearts were stabbed by something.

"Have the elves been reduced to the point of letting others stand out?" The squeaky voice sounded again, making Song Ge want to go up and strangle him to death.

"What a pity, if the elf came, maybe I would be able to finish my job today." Although it means regret, there is no change in the tone.

"Children, kill them as my food. Although the energy is different, it is still good to be a supplement." The greed in the old man's eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Roar!" A warrior of Huo Wu roared angrily, lifted his sword and rushed over. In front of Huo Wu, no one dared to be so contemptuous.

This movement brought out a series of reflections. First, the Huo Wu's soldiers were surrounded by fighting formations because they could not bear to see their comrades alone. They wanted to let the people in front of them know that the orcs' undefeated existence is not something that anyone can underestimate.

As soon as Huo Wu moved, the people there also started to move, but instead of rushing up like Huo Wu, the soldiers of the poisonous fire did not step forward, but instead took a step back and just stuck to the old man.

A strange scene happened. The patterns on the old man's face seemed to suddenly come alive, twisting irregularly on the withered skin. The color of the patterns also changed from cyan to scarlet, giving people the feeling of being a wounded earthworm squirming on his face, horror and disgusting.

The scarlet pattern initially twisted on the face and gradually spread to the whole body. The clothes on the weird old man's body kept protruding and then sunken as the pattern twisted. Coupled with the gloomy smile on the old man's face, the scene made the Babanner present feel a chill.

This was not over yet. The pattern twisted downward little by little, spreading to the old man's trouser legs, and the twisting was getting bigger and bigger. This scene made the people in the hall stop unconsciously, as if there was an indescribable magic that attracted everyone's attention, focusing on the old man's trouser legs that were about to crack.

The air seemed to solidify. The hall, which was just shouting to kill, suddenly became quiet. Except for the patterns that were still twisting, everything was still still.

"Puff!" The silence of the hall was broken, and everyone seemed to have regained consciousness and looked at the place where the sound came.

The old man stretched out a scarlet mutant pattern as thick as his fingers. These patterns popped up like springs from the trouser legs. The target was the poisonous fire warriors standing with their backs against the old man, or the tentacles with pointed heads now more appropriate, and accurately pierced into the vests of these warriors, and the smell of blood immediately spread in the space.

The faces of the warriors who were stabbed into the back of the tentacles showed a painful expression on their faces, and several people even had extremely twisted faces. However, the tentacles seemed to be outputting something from the trousers, and the protrusions of the egg-sized approach quickly moved from one end of the tentacles, and quickly entered the bodies of the warriors through the tentacles. With the injection of this thing, the expressions of the poisonous fire warriors who were already very painful disappeared, replaced by a kind of satisfaction and intoxication. In addition to these, there was another more obvious change that shocked Song Ge, that is, the momentum they emitted suddenly became stronger, so powerful that it could be comparable to the Fire Dance Warriors who used the courage talisman.

What is this? Energy transmission? Or is it a strange and bloody alien control?

"Gaga." The old man's shriveled mouth opened this time, making a more unpleasant voice than before, "Aren't you very majestic just now? Let you know now that my children are not easy to bully. Today, you will all be my food, and your souls will all become my slaves! And I, the great Elmond, will become the greatest existence in the world!"

Song Ge suddenly felt that he had experienced this feeling now, a strange and unseen energy method, a gloomy and terrifying underground palace. Isn’t this the same as the mysterious altar? Is there any two connections here with the altar?

Before Song Ge could think carefully, the scarlet tentacles had been pulled out of the back of the poisonous fire warriors, bringing out a bloody rain, but the warriors seemed to be unharmed, screaming excitedly, their eyes turned blood red, and their skin also appeared as dark green as their clothes, as if they were devils coming from Jiugu, approaching the Fire Dance Warriors step by step.
Chapter completed!