Chapter 343: The rhythm of killing

"Invader..." Savoka got closer and closer to Baron, and there was a strange temptation in his low voice.

Although ordinary warriors may be addicted to this temptation that arises from the depths of their souls, Baron, the leader of the guards of the Death Camp, and the elite in the Death Camp who holds the human skin drums, this temptation will only arouse the strong murderous intent in his heart.

With a "boom...", Big Bear Star at Baron's feet suddenly sank. His people had ejected from Big Bear Star's back. Savoka seemed to have not expected that the creatures entering this space dared to attack him. His reaction was only a little slower, and the head composed of sand was smashed by the human skin drum in Baron's hand.

"Dare you dare to play this with the uncle?" The drum in Baron's hand smashed Savoka into pieces amid his yelling and scolding, and turned it into a pile of gravel again.

"Attack...Savoka..." The howling sandstorm drowned the sound that echoed throughout the space. A bitter smile came from the corner of Baron's mouth, and he remembered that this strange thing was a mass of mental power, and he had no original body at all.

The world was flooded by wind and sand, and a sand wave that covered the world came. Baron watched him be buried by gravel, but he didn't hide at all because he didn't know where to hide.

It was cold, Baron didn't expect that it would be so cold under the sand. Disaster Mage? Baron recognized this arrogant profession title with a wry smile, igniting the entire desert and making the entire desert boil. Baron had to admit that Savoka had the capital to launch a disaster.

Buried under the sand, Balong's body could not move at all, and he felt that the entire earth was pressing on him, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. The black mark on Balong's arm emitted a strange light in the deep underground.

The boiling desert slowly calmed down, the scorching sun in the sky was clear again, and the space was still extremely hot, and the slightly red gravel seemed to be about to melt, but no one expected that Balong was under the gravel, endured the biting cold air.

In a dune, the gravel was rising and flowing strangely, and Savoka's body reunited. The evil yellow light in his eyes kept scanning the dunes, as if confirming the death of the orc.

Suddenly, black light like sharp blades rushed straight into the sky from the gaps of sand and gravel, and it seemed to divide and chop the entire desert.

With a loud "Boom...", Baron rode the Big Bear Star and rushed out from the ground. He spat out the gravel in his mouth, "A sandstorm of this level cannot bury the old man."

There were wisps of black mist lingering around Baron's body, and among the wisps of black mist, people could feel a strange and sharpness. "Demon Power", this secret art in the dead camp, is rarely revealed in front of the world, but this does not hinder its own terrible power.

The moment Baron rushed out from the ground, the yellow light in Savoka's eyes condensed in vain, and spells that seemed to sound from ancient times echoed throughout the space. Savoka's old voice made Baron's heart beat suddenly a few times, and the obscure and ancient spells made Baron feel a little upset for no reason.

Baron, standing on the back of Big Bear Star, was holding the human skin drum flowing with dark green light, and quietly looking at Savoka on the sand dune in the distance.

On the mainland, when a mage chants a mantra, it is usually the best opportunity for warriors to attack, but Baron did not move at this moment. He knew clearly that he was facing a disaster mage. The more obvious the loophole, the more likely it was to be a fatal trap.

The sound of the Savoka spell seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed that only a moment had passed in Baron's tense nerves, "Orc, are you going to continue to resist?"

The old voice stunned Baron. This thing has wisdom? Savoka's performance made Baron always think that this disaster mage is just a dead soul with simple consciousness.

"Don't resist? What treatment would I get if I don't resist?" Baron sat down on the back of Big Bear Star with a human skin drum in his arms and asked Savoka.

"Dedicate your soul, and you will keep your whole body, this is the gift of the undead to you..."

Before Savoka's words could be finished, Baron used his old trick again and bounced up from the back of Big Bear Star. The human skin drum with dark green light in his hand hit Savoka's head again. As long as he was a member of the dead camp, he seemed to have an extremely strong interest in the head of any creature.

The yellow light in Savoka's eyes fluctuated slightly, and a cold snorted, and it came out of his mouth in vain. An arm like a mummy stretched out from the sand and slashed in the space for several times. His speed was actually faster than Baron. When Baron was still in the air, magic symbols had already rotated in front of Savoka.

Baron almost doubted that this thing actually carries human emotions in his ears? Baron didn't know at this moment that the Disaster Mage solidified its own mental power, and every time it was destroyed, a trace of wisdom would be extended until the disaster mage's entire wisdom before his lifetime was restored.

A whirlwind connecting the heaven and earth interrupted Baron's thoughts, and he forced his body to rush towards Savoka to be among the sand. Baron could feel the huge power contained in the whirlwind that was as thick as a little finger. This might be the real magic of the Disaster Mage, a disaster under control. Looking at the whirlwind surrounding him, Baron thought so.

The whirlwind with endless sand and gravel completely surrounded Baron. The world seemed to be composed of a large yellow net of whirlwinds, leaving Baron in the net with nowhere to escape.

"Boom..." Baron's fist surrounded by black light hit a whirlwind hard on a whirlwind. The powerful force destroyed the long whirlwind in an instant, but Baron's palm was also cut from countless wounds by gravel.

Damn, the sand and gravel in the whirlwind were moving at an extremely fast speed. Baron was not only surprised by the sand and gravel that was moving at an extremely fast speed in the whirlwind, but also was amazed by the majestic mental power contained in the whirlwind. After experiencing countless killings, Baron felt such a powerful mental power for the first time. Baron was sure that even the great demon star Jing Chen would not have such powerful mental power.

Baron didn't dare to touch the whirlwinds that were only the size of a little finger. Baron couldn't guarantee whether his arms would still exist after destroying these tens of millions to the whirlwind.

Among the whirlwinds, Baron showed a kind of flexibility that surpassed the limits of living creatures. His strong body was actually more flexible than a bird, and he kept moving through the dense whirlwind. Baron, who was turning sharply in his heart, carefully held the demonic power into his meridians. His power was limited, and he had to retain the strongest force to make the most important attack.

The whirlwind became increasingly dense. Baron accidentally touched a whirlwind. A long bloody mouth floated on Baron's naked back. The blood and flesh that should have appeared was missing from the deep blood marks that were wide across his fingers. If it were traces drawn out by a special planer.

He used the power of the demon to cut off the blood around the wound. Baron did not rush to wear the Big Bear Star Armor to protect himself. He knew in his heart that in this space without starlight, the Big Bear Star Armor might only be able to withstand an attack once.

Mental power, magic, how to attack. Baron's mind was crazy and sharp, and his attack methods seemed to have no effect on Savoka.

Thirty-four whirlwinds interlaced together finally forced Baron into the dead corner of the whirlwind, and the physical attack was ineffective... Baron's thoughts were still sharp, and he seemed to have not discovered the fate of being about to be dismembered.

"Dong..." When a wisp of whirlwind was about to come into contact with Baron, a dull drum sound brought out a ripples that followed the dark green light curtain. Thirty-four whirlwinds were shaken away as the ripples expanded.

The sound of drums spreading in the space shocked Savoka's mental power slightly, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes, and the ancient spells once again appeared in the space composed of sand and gravel.

"The sound of drums can also attack or kill people. Their mental power is invisible, and the sound of drums is also invisible." Baron, who was covered with deep blood marks, slept in the air with a crazy laugh. He has been in charge of the human skin drum for many years, and has always regarded the human skin drum as a sign of the start of killing. In fact, everyone in the dead camp also thinks so. Baron never thought that the sound of the human skin drum would have supreme power.

"Big Bear Star..." As Balong shouted, Big Bear Star simply decomposed into wisps of dark yellow starlight, lingering outside Balong's body. As the dazzling starlight slowly calmed down, a dark yellow heavy armor with wisps of starlight appeared outside Balong's body.

Baron no longer cared about countless whirlwinds rushing towards him. He was wearing heavy armor of a big bear, and stood in the air, wielding the demonic power, and hitting the human skin drum in his hand at a strange rhythm.

"Dong...Dong...Dong..." The dull drum sounded throughout the gravel space. If anyone who had been fortunate to hear the sound of human skin drums, he could definitely tell it in the rhythm of the drum. This was exactly the rhythm of the dead camp before the killing.

It has never changed for many years...

As the human skin drum resounded through the first seal to protect the space, Sikong Haoxuan stepped into the second flame in the passage with the remaining people.

The hazy space, the dreamy colors. Even if Sikong Haoxuan has been here, he still does not reject the beauty here. They are the most melancholy dreams in people's hearts.

The colors in the dream, the sky in the dream, the earth in the dream, and the plants in the dream... Every wise creature here will see different dreams, but what they see is undoubtedly the ultimate yearning in their hearts.

"Although it is a dangerous dream, it cannot be disliked." Sikong Haoxuan smiled and said to everyone who was almost addicted to the dream.

Sikong Haoxuan's words were very light, but his voice helped everyone regain their lost consciousness. A few murderous intent flashed in Uman's eyes that had just revealed gentleness but had recovered from coldness. He very much disliked being lost by external objects.

"Young Master, let me stay here." Since Baron stayed in the first seal to guard the guardian, the Twelve Stars of the Imperial Dao have realized that they will be left in the Twelve Seals to guard the guardian respectively.

"Uman, there is a poisonous magic among the ancient undead. Don't you want to feel it?"

"Yes, young master." Wu Man quietly retreated behind Sikong Haoxuan and said no more. He knew that Sikong Haoxuan had already made arrangements for their stay or leave.
Chapter completed!