Chapter 2506 Monster
circle-of-life
The Ring of Life is one of the few "positive energy" spells mastered by ogre shamans. It can withstand the erosion of dark auras and reduce magic damage, while providing a continuous healing power and powerful vitality, allowing ogre warriors to maintain a longer lasting powerful combat power.
The light green spots rising from the fire seemed like a group of lightworms that had just left the nest.
At first it was only the size of a fingernail, but it rose when the wind swelled, and in a moment it turned into light green halos more than three feet in a radius, falling from the sky, covering every warrior in the camp - whether it was ogres or centaurs.
Although the sudden appearance of the green halo made the horse warriors a little uneasy, the strong aura of life emitted from the halo made their reactions a little hesitant. Then the halo fell down, and the seemingly endless vitality that surged out of the halo immediately made them realize that this was not an attack magic, but it also caused greater chaos.
Many horse soldiers showed confusion and confusion, and looked at their leaders.
The leader of the horseman glanced at the old ogre priest deeply.
"Colle the bow! Line up!"
It roared, swaying around the ogre camp in a tiny and fast pace, raised its spear high in its hands, waved a circle of different sizes in the air, and issued orders to each centaur warrior:
"Trident battle formation! The spear head is outward! Prepare for attack!"
“Ogre!”
The old ogre priest grabbed the staff with bloody hands, paused heavily on the ground, looked around and stared at each ogre warrior: "The King of Fire descended the oracle, and the ogre is ominous breath coming from the silent forest. The horseman is not our enemy! On this night, two heads are better than one!"
The young head under its jaw lifted up with great effort, tried his best to open his blurry eyes, and repeated in a chaotic voice: "Two heads are better than one!"
A faint red light was covered with the green halo under the feet of the ogre warriors.
“Ogre!Ogre!”
“Ogre!”
They waved huge wooden sticks and bone shields, responding to the warning of the old priest with fierce roars, standing in scattered formations surrounding the campfire in the middle of the camp, and their heavy breathing made people feel as if a giant was slowly waking up.
call!
The cold wind passed through the forest, brushing the manes of the horsemen and the old ogre priest's staff, shaking the bonfire a few times, and a pair of dark red eyes suddenly lit up in the dark forest.
Hula!
Accompanied by the sound of shaking wings, a huge black crow flew out of the woods and crashed into the bonfire like a cannonball.
call out!
A sharp arrow shot out from the side and accurately passed through the crow's neck. The arrow nailed it to the tree trunk at the edge of the camp with huge force. The crow struggled for a few seconds, and the redness in his eyes faded and turned into a soft corpse.
The leader of the horse man put away the bow and arrow in his hand, without a trace of joy in his eyes, only a strong sense of vigilance.
Because it clearly saw that the crow shot to death by itself took only a few seconds to turn into a ball of black gas and flowed back into the surging black mist in the forest.
Undoubtedly black magic.
"Change the bow! Take the step back!" It raised the spear in its hand again, turned it on the spot, and roared and corrected its previous order: "Change the Yanyue Formation, free shooting and ready!"
“seize-the-initiative!”
The old ogre priest took out his bone knife, cut open his other arm, and then scattered the dripping blood into the bonfire. The fire was magnificent, and countless Mars flew up from the jumping flames, condensed into a burning orange-red eyeball.
The fire eyes opened, and the red eyes seemed to completely illuminate the camp for a moment.
But after a moment, the fire eyes shattered and turned into countless Mars again and fell into the bonfire. The rolling black fog rushed through the ban on the edge of the camp, becoming increasingly close to the coalition of horsemen and ogres who were waiting for battle.
Huff, Huff!
The old ogre priest held the staff and fell to the ground weakly, panting heavily, with a hint of fear mixed in his fierce expression: "I can't see...I can't see clearly...I can't see the face of this monster either..."
The centaur warriors digged their hooves uneasily, and the arrows in their hands pointed nervously into the depths of the forest. The ogre warriors opened their eyes wide and their breath became heavier. The irritable aura filled the entire camp.
Hulala!
One dark red eyeball after another lit up in the darkness, without crows or negotiations, only silent and messy wings flapping sounds, intertwined and overlapped, one after another, one huge crow after another gushed out of the darkness like a tide, and it took only a short time to completely submerge the small tribal camp.
Many centaurs and ogre warriors who were waiting for the battle had not even had time to let out the last roar of their lives, and were swallowed by the seemingly endless flock of crows.
The bonfire is almost extinguished.
The light in the forest camp became dimmer.
The crows gathered their wings, like vultures, clustered in groups of corpses on the ground, pecking at the flesh and blood of horsemen and ogres, and feasted. The crows, who had enough food and drink, spread their wings and flew back to the black fog that enveloped the camp like a curtain, quietly blending with them.
for a long time.
When there was no crow or other creatures in the woods, only broken bones all over the ground, and the fire that was about to be extinguished in the middle of the camp.
Click.
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps breaking branches.
Professor Monteria slowly walked out of the forest. He was not wearing a hood. His face was pale and terrible. The black cloak was raised behind him, as if he had grabbed a corner of the night. As he walked forward, more and more black and mist were pulled out from all around the cloak and turned into part of the cloak.
Wait until the professor walked to the fire.
The black mist that enveloped the camp had all merged into his cloak, dragging behind him, like a long black tail.
Losing the black fog, the moonlight fell back into this small world, and the entire camp became brighter.
"The real universe is darkness and dead silence... Everything is born from this darkness and dead silence. Only by looking at the purest darkness can you detect the subtle light of hope."
Professor Monteria muttered to herself, raised her legs, stepped out the last bit of light remaining in the bonfire, and then turned and left.
The raised cloak covered his figure and made the entire camp dark again.
Gululu.
An ogre skull that had not yet been developed rolled under the jaw of another mature skull, rolling twice on the ground. The black eyes looked at the broken bones and the fire with a trace of blue smoke illuminated by the moonlight. After a moment of silence, it shattered and turned into a cloud of annihilation in the moonlight.
Chapter completed!