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The touch is wrong.

Meng crushed Geraint's body with his feather blade.

Without pausing, he landed, turned around and threw out the scabbard at his waist.

The three-section scabbard is inlaid with red stones, attached to the black flame of the wolf spirit, passing the high slope like a magic dragging bullet.

The scabbard pierced through Ivan's body, broke layers of winter pine branches along the edge of the forest, and burrowed into the depths of the soil, and flew back to Meng's hand with a red streamer after a while.

He stared at the two dissipated afterimages.

"Troublesome means."

Meng was a little irritable, bandaged the wound, and by the way comforted the illusory Lilang behind him.

It has become Meng's wolf spirit, and its current body is just a withdrawal of the power of the wasteland tomb.

Connecting minds, sharing strength and emotions.

"Don't worry, don't worry... as long as he still dares to covet the tribe, we can always catch him."

The magic faded.

The scabbard fell silent.

Blindfolded eyes become animal pupils.

The wolf turned into a misty mount and galloped towards the fighting area down the mountain.

Collins swung the steel sword, and before he could look at Zhan's head, he tightened the reins in the scattered gray smoke, shouting to command the team.

A black figure rushed in the distance.

It shot straight at the enemy formation, its tail flames drifted, and a long wolf cry came out.

Holding the Feather Blade, Meng came out of the double shadow, dodging among the apostles of Mengyue.

Collins held his sword and directed the cooperation.

The magic shield and halo gathered in Meng, and the roaring momentum of the wolf spirit became stronger.

The Mengyue apostle exploded with a bang, and Meng Zhuan smashed out a passage made of gray haze.

The riders were about to pursue the victory, but the wolves suddenly became restless. Unlike before, it was an extremely strong magical atmosphere.

There are eerie chants in the woodland, and shadowy enemies are approaching.

The sky was terribly gloomy in an instant, as if night was about to fall, and on the top of the distant snow peak, the cloud eddies gradually became thinner, and the sun gradually became brighter——Santon Kaya was in the center of the storm, in the deepest darkness, witnessing the palest before the rainstorm sunset.

More Mengyue apostles appeared from the snow forest.

They finally took off their tattered cloaks, and gray-black cobblestones formed their heads.

This group of people exudes a more dangerous atmosphere. They have thick arms and have animal-shaped features such as wild horned rhinoceros, Grandon bison, and moss-backed horned deer.

"Abnormal alchemy experiment? What a scumbag, researching forbidden magic will be burned at the stake."

Disgust welled up in Collins.

Both he and Mengyue Apostle came from the south, and the other party used the notorious forbidden skills.

Then consider that the enemy has no head.

Maybe even the members themselves are the cannon fodder spawned by the failed ceremony?

The wolf phantom roared at the monster.

Meng turned the feather blade over, and the Santon Kaya wolf cavalry behind him stood ready.

There was a clearer vibration from the ground, the clouds were churning, and the rustling sound was mixed with the tinnitus of magic aftertaste.

Collins signaled to retreat. "Spread out, stay away from the corpse!"

The dead Dream Moon Apostle will disintegrate into fine sand.

The ground was stained with bald patches by the gray dust. Just as the wolf cavalry retreated, the soil began to gather and squirm regularly.

They are connected to each other like veins, taking root in the depths, and the gray imprints spread out to the surroundings, spreading to the feet of Mengyue Apostle.

The sky was already dark, the shadows of the snowy forest began to blur, the trunks of the winter pine curled up and withered, and the branches began to twitch.

The wolves howled.

The warriors retreated under the mage's shield.

All the pine needles in Xuelin fell off.

The trunk was scorched black, and a purple mist rose up, the roots pulled out from the soil, like a person stuck in the snow lifted his feet, and the withered bark curled up into a single eye.

The densely packed winter pine trees turned into spirits in the blink of an eye, and began to charge with harsh and unpleasant sounds!

Collins ordered to retreat, the fire potion that had been stored for a long time was ignited, and the orange-red curtain swayed to slow down the enemy's attack.

Meng led the light team to break the rear.

He swung his feather blade and chopped on the burning or carbonized firewood.

Thornton Kaya's wolf riders are orderly, and under the training of war, they have already possessed the calmness and combat effectiveness of a mature army.

The Horde is ready for war.

At the same time, the Qiuming Ancient Road leads to the hillside of the Permafrost Waterfall.

The snow cover is boiling, and the grass seeds are growing wildly.

A circle of complicated magic circles bloomed on the ground, and the green gravel splashed and dissipated around. As two figures appeared in the middle, the surrounding greenery began to wither.

Ivan fell to his knees and vomited on the spot.

Geraint was slightly annoyed, the wound on the base of his ear had initially healed, but the faint sting seemed to be burning his dignity.

Ivan vomited in a daze, and his consciousness was about to fall into darkness at any time—two consecutive high-level elf spells had severely damaged his spirit.

Geraint pushed Ivan into the snow, and angrily said:
"The interests of the empire are higher than emotions. In order to complete the task, I have to protect you, otherwise Meng will definitely die. Listen!"

He snapped his fingers.

Ivan's nearly blurred eyes refocused.

The elf's eyes became very dangerous, and his tone was bad: "Emperor emblem knights are rarely defeated. I brought you to Thornton Kaya to find out Roxani's whereabouts. If you dare to pretend to be crazy..."

Geraint exhaled, narrowing his eyes.

"In the army, learn to prove your worth, or I'll give you up."

Ivan's face was covered with snow seeds, half dead.

Listening to the familiar and unfamiliar yelling, many blurry images of faces appeared in his mind, he closed his mouth and nodded silently.

A loud noise that spread throughout the Qiuming Ancient Road came from the foot of the hillside, interrupting the conversation between the two of them. The horrifying impact sounded far away, and even the fleeing crowd turned their heads.

Meng and Collins are entangled with Mengyue Apostle.

The battle was interrupted by a loud noise, everyone raised their heads amidst shouting and chasing, and gathered above the snowy forest, seeing a "high tower" of rough skin and flesh rising suddenly over there.

An incomparably huge scar worm was screaming in pain, raising its strip-shaped body high.

Even villages hundreds of miles away can hear it.

The columnar shadow of the scarworm almost covered the road from the south of the ridge to the front of the tribe, and the splashed mud and sand were like an avalanche.

The shattered boulders arced and fell slowly and heavily to the ground, destroying buildings, farmland, and dryads.

The flying scar worm had a hideous slit in its head, a small amount of blood intertwined with red and gray flew up, and wriggling pieces of meat and broken teeth were still shaking in the air.

It appears to have suffered a massive impact.

The entire head exploded from bottom to top, and the purple curse surrounding the body was shattered on the spot, and chains and chains dissipated one by one, making a crisp and loud cracking sound.

Time is frozen, and everyone is on the run.

Everyone's eyes widened, amidst the crowds of exclamations, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the body standing in the storm!
Collins and Mon's hearts were beating wildly.

They didn't have time to think about how the majestic power of the abyss could knock a creature the size of a cliff into the air...

There are more serious problems ahead.

As he was worried, the scar worm stopped rising. At this point, the horror was completely boiling, and everyone's mouths opened wider and wider.

The groans of giants remained in the air, and the scar worm's body had already begun to lean towards the Qiuming Ancient Road!

"Jump the slope, run!"

Collins's eyes were shattered, and he roared until the sound broke, while the wolves left the mountain road one after another, flopping and rolling along the steep and dangerous slope.

The scar worm crashed to the ground, and the blood mist carried countless sandstones and flew to a farther place, and the ripples were far away.

In the unparalleled loud noise, it seemed to have experienced the longest silence.

At the end of Qiuming Ancient Road.

Where the scarworm first exploded...

Frengundo stepped on the broken objects and knocked away the turbulent dust, and slowly carried the war knife called Beast Blood on his shoulder.