"Strange fog?"

When Snow left, Burman muttered and walked back into the underground cell, enduring the stench and choosing the test items.

Lord Snow is a noble scheming sect, and he is just the most ordinary soldier squad leader. He can only obey any orders from Lord Snow unconditionally.

I selected two healthier human bugs and asked my subordinates to wash them and send them to Lord Snow's laboratory. I stood by the side throughout the whole process to ensure that there were no mistakes.

It was not until the two men escorted the two bugs upstairs that Bourman breathed a sigh of relief.

When doing things under such adults, you always need to be careful. Even so, you are still worried that your life will be lost. It is a terrifying step by step.

"But there are many benefits," Bulman licked his lips, greedy for going back to the human women's concentration camp.

There are only ones that can only be enjoyed by adults above the third level, and now he has become the subordinate of Lord Snow, and even if he is only in the second level, he has reached this threshold.

He ordered his subordinates to watch out for the bugs, and Bulman took the waist tags that Lord Snow distributed to him, put on his equipment and walked out of the door.

"I have to say that the houses built by these bugs are so tall and beautiful."

Walking out of the door and looking at the two tall stone sculptures next to him, Boerman couldn't help but sigh even though he looked at them many times.

"Hmm? This is the strange fog that Lord Snow said?"

Suddenly, after a few more steps, the sight in front of me was filled with blood fog, and I suddenly felt surprised and spoke.

This blood-colored mist had not even appeared in the place before him.

"A smell of blood..." Bullman hesitated a little.

The fog is obviously not a good thing. Even Lord Snow doesn't know what it is. Why don't you go today?

no!

I finally waited until Lord Snow devoted himself to the experiment before I had time to come out. If Lord Snow finished the experiment, I still don’t know how long it would take to wait!

After just hesitating, Bourman's brain was filled with the white and tender skin and smooth and delicious taste of human female insects. He stepped into the blood-colored fog and hurried towards the concentration camp.

But after only a quarter of an hour walking, Bourman stopped in surprise.

"Why haven't you arrived yet? You've walked so far."

I wanted to observe the situation around me, but found that the blood-colored fog was even more intense, and I couldn't see clearly even a field of view one meter away.

After thinking for a long time, he finally understood his current situation - he was lost!

“…”

He is now in a dungeon concentration camp on the outskirts of "Elf City", and there will be no number of companions nearby. If he really gets lost, then the situation will be a disaster!

"Fortunately, I came all the way along the wall. As long as I return the same way, I should be able to go back."

Bourman tried his best to calm himself down, never thought about his white body again, and turned around and rushed back.

But after almost an hour of leaving, he not only did not return to his original place, but even lost his direction completely.

What to do...

Bulman was so anxious that if he went back late, Lord Snow finished his experiment and found that he was no longer a dungeon, he would definitely kill him!

Lord Snow would not eat rough meat like him, he would only treat him as a test subject!

Thinking of the miserable situation in the laboratory by chance, Bourman shook like a sieve.

He absolutely doesn't want to try it! Even if it's dead!

"Will there be a fighting tribe walking by here? Should I follow the road..."

Bourman just hesitated for a moment and immediately followed the cleared road, praying that he could meet the powerful combat tribe to take him out.

Another hour was coming, and his blue-black face was covered with sweat.

It's over, it's all over!

Originally, the reservation was only one hour, but now it has completely exceeded this time. Lord Snow must have found that he is gone!

Click... click...

Just as he felt a sensation, a strange movement suddenly came from the blood mist in front of him.

"Is it the master of the combat team?" Bourman's expression was shocked and he quickly shouted in a elves' voice to the front.

The clanging sound became quiet.

"I am the dungeon guardian of Snow's Dark Swordsman. Dear masters, are you going to go back and rest now? Can you take me one? That... I accidentally got lost."

Bourman was a little nervous, afraid that those big men would not like him and ate him directly, so he deliberately moved Lord Snow out of his head.

No response...

Bourman licked his dry lips and walked two steps forward.

He can't wait, and if he doesn't go back, he will be finished!

Dong ~

But just after taking two steps, I seemed to hit something.

When I looked closely, there were piles of corpses in front of me!

It's still the kind of weird moving corpse, which is called zombies by bugs.

But now it has become a real corpse.

Guru~

Bourman swallowed and slowly raised his head.

One and one corpse piled up and disappeared at the end of the blood-colored fog.

How come there are so many corpses?! Didn’t they clean up by the tribe members of the combat team on the way? Where did you go?!

"Hehe, Sister An, another lost disgusting guy bumped into him."

Suddenly, just as Bulman was surprised, a crisp sound suddenly came from above, and it was the human bug language he hated very much!

Human bug!

It turned out to be a human bug!

Why are there still human bugs near the dungeon?

Bourman was shocked and immediately turned around and ran.

He is just a weak watchdog, only the second level, and he will definitely not beat these bugs!

If the other party can kill so many "corpses", it is easy to kill him!

But just as he was about to raise his legs and run, his legs were swinging wildly, but he didn't touch the ground at all. His whole body was dragged up under a strange force and quickly rose.

"Who are you? I am Lord Snow's subordinates, what do you bugs want to do!"

Burman yelled wildly, venting the extreme fear in his heart.

"Sister An, what is this dark elf talking about?"

The crisp sound is playful.

"...I don't know, I don't understand the elf language."

The pretty voice was obviously very ethereal and melodious like a yellow song, but it deliberately lowered the line of the voice, trying to make the voice appear steady and plain.

"Oh, there are only two sisters here, so there is no need to learn from Brother Li to speak. Sister An was obviously so cute before."

The crisp voice was filled with a strong smile, and he didn't care at all about Bourman's roaring in the crazy threat.

"I, how could I learn from him? Hum~" The pretty voice was very embarrassed, and finally he snorted arrogantly.

"Hehe, Sister An is so cute, Xiaoyu kisses~"

Bourman listened with a stern look on his face, and realized that the other party could not understand what he said, and quickly repeated the previous words in half-baked human language.

He wants to survive!

"Sir Snow? Dark Sword? Sister An, we seem to have encountered a little surprise."

The crisp sound has an inexplicable meaning.

After rising for dozens of meters, the pile of corpses finally reached the top.

Bourman finally saw the master of the two voices in front of him clearly. His hysteria stopped calming down, his expression gradually became terrified, and his body could not stop trembling.

One-stop!

A huge silver dragon stood on the top of the pile of corpses!

The huge dragon head was bigger than his entire body, and his cold crystal-colored pupils stared at him without any emotion, as if he was about to freeze his soul!

And at the neck of this huge silver dragon, there was a petite figure standing tall, as if it was a human.

Silver Dragon's bloody mouth opened and slowly spit out a few syllables, with an extremely disgusting voice.

"Disgusting Dark Elf, are you threatening me?"
Chapter completed!