Journey to the witch world

Dark sea of ​​trees, periphery.

In the dense forest of intertwined black trees, the surrounding fog became thinner and thinner, as if they were all converging towards one area, and the view ahead became clearer.

In place, Enzo stopped.

He looked forward. Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, strong energy fluctuations continued to burst out, causing the chip in his mind to continuously sound alarms, and a solemn expression appeared on Enzo's face.

"Shadow Crow!" Enzo called softly.

As the magic power was released, shadow crows flew out of Enzo's body, and then moved towards the depths of the sea of ​​trees under the control of mental power.

The God of Disaster and the God of Bloodkiller have begun an all-out war.

Therefore, the power of the black mist in the entire dark tree sea was forcibly recruited by the God of Disaster, and loopholes began to appear in the rules. Several shadow crows were not disturbed and flew smoothly into the depths of the tree sea.

In place, Enzo slowly closed his eyes.

His field of vision began to change, and he was placed on several shadow crows. Using the ability of the shadow crows, Enzo saw the scene deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, where the crimson divine power collided fiercely with the power of the black mist.

Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, crimson divine power burns!

Sayenu, the blood-killing god, transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant, with fiery red wings vibrating behind his back like a burning angel. Crimson divine power wrapped around his body, and he swung his giant sword to tear through the mist.

On the other side, Brahma, the god of disaster, also showed his true form.

Compared with the blood-killing god's giant war-god form, the image of the god of disaster Brahmo appears extremely distorted. The huge and bloated octopus has hundreds of tentacles, and the surface of each tentacle has ferocious mouthparts and... Eyeballs.

Above the sky, eyes stared down.

Relying on the environmental advantages of the dark sea of ​​trees, the God of Disaster used his authority to suppress the God of Bloodkilling. Countless black trees stretched out branches like devil's claws and headed towards the Bloodkilling God Sayenu. Attack.

brush!

As Sayenu waved the giant sword again, crimson flames tore through the black mist, and the scorching heat ignited the black branches that came towards him. The king of evil beasts looked like an ape, but had eight arms covered with barbs and scales. Roaring and tearing apart the fire curtain, he rushed towards the blood-killing god.

Bang!

On the spot, the giant Sayenu punched out, and the crimson divine power penetrated directly through the chest of the King of Evil Beasts. The burning flames turned the opponent into ashes, as if a black mist exploded.

"The last one!"

On the earth, Sayenu stood on his feet and killed the last evil beast king. He was slightly relieved in his heart. Although he lost a lot of divine power by destroying the evil beast kings under the God of Disaster. It was all worth it.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Sayenu's eyes burned with fighting spirit. After using that trump card, the divine power absorbed by many tyrants in blood sacrifices allowed him to recover. Even though he was in the dark sea of ​​trees at this time, the blood-killing god was still confident.

"You lost to me in the battle in ancient times!"

Sayenu raised his giant sword and said solemnly, "Today's ending will not change in any way. The world will no longer have the God of Disaster."

"Yeah?"

The God of Disaster laughed ferociously, and suddenly waved his tentacles. The power of the black mist spread out like ink. Above the sky, the one-eyes seemed to be crushed by invisible forces, and turbid and strange liquid flowed down.

Wow!

Black rain seemed to fall from the sky, and drops of dirty liquid fell into the dark sea of ​​trees, causing corrosion-like traces on the ground. However, the black trees seemed to absorb energy and became excited.

Swish, swish, swish!

On the ground, black trees seemed to be given life, twisting violently, sharp and harsh sounds resounding around them, the soil kept churning, and the roots of the black trees buried deep in the ground twisted and turned into feet pulling out. .

Jie Jie Jie!

Weird laughter came from the black tree monsters. These strange trees that were given life by the God of Disaster did not have faces, but the friction between their branches and leaves simulated a scream-like laughter.

At the same time, the ground collapsed everywhere.

Caves the size of millstones appeared one after another, and black rats with scarlet eyes crawled out one after another, squeaking strangely, swinging their long and ugly tails, exuding a malicious aura.

"The power of disaster and fog is destined to rule everything!"

In mid-air, the God of Disaster was floating, waving his tentacles to pick up a strange rat, and directly biting it into pieces with the teeth on the tentacles. Feeling the black blood flowing, his eyes glowed with excitement.

"Go, my children!"

Then, the God of Disaster screamed, pulling out the strange black tree with two legs from the soil and the strange rats that emerged from the cave, and rushed towards the God of Blood Slayer, so many of them seemed to gather into a black wave.

"Is this all you have? Fanmo!"

On the spot, Sayenu's eyes were cold, and the giant sword was thrust into the ground. The crimson divine power exploded instantly, swallowing up the surrounding black monster trees and strange rats like fire, turning them into ashes.

Compared with the previous evil beast kings, the black monster tree and the monster rat are weaker.

They are not even cannon fodder, and have minimal impact on the blood-killing god. Sayenu releases his divine power a little, and they are all eliminated. As a large number of black monster trees turn into ashes, a tree suddenly appears in the depths of the dark sea of ​​trees. Large open space.

"If you want to see my power, of course it's okay!"

The God of Disaster laughed ferociously, and waved his tentacles in vain. A shaking sound came from the earth, an abyss-like crack appeared, and the power of the raging black mist suddenly rushed out of the ground.

Sayenu narrowed his eyes, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

When all the evil beast kings under his command were dead and the strange rats and black trees could not pose a threat to the blood-killing god, the god of disaster finally took action himself and released the power of black mist like a huge wave.

brush!

In an instant, black mist enveloped everything, and the crimson divine power was suppressed. The shadow crow in the sky overlooking the earth was swallowed up in an instant. Enzo's vision also disappeared, and he opened his eyes after a movement in his heart.

"Has it come to this already?"

On the spot, Enzo's face was a little solemn. Everything that happened in the depths of the dark sea of ​​trees showed that the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster were already trying their best, and both sides had used all their cards.

At this time, Enzo was only a thin line away from the depths of the dark sea of ​​trees.

If he wanted to, he could use Shadow Stealth at any time, and it would only take a minute to join the battlefield, which would undoubtedly put Enzo in danger, and would not fit in with his plan of two gods competing for the wizard's advantage.

"It's too early to take action now."

On the same spot, Enzo stroked his chin, his eyes flickered slightly, and said, "The God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster have already clashed, but this divine battle has obviously not yet entered a life-and-death level. It seems that I can wait a while. .”

At this moment, Enzo suddenly felt something in his heart.

Outside the dark sea of ​​trees, a certain method arranged was triggered. Enzo couldn't help but frown slightly, turned around and looked outside the sea of ​​trees, in the direction of the Tatar tribe in the Solu Plain.

…

Not long ago, Solu Plains.

On the endless plains, the fog that symbolizes the Black Mist Season has completely disappeared. If it weren't for the gloomy sky, Drogo would have almost thought that this year's Recovery Season has arrived early.

On the ground, countless figures were waiting in formation.

Led by the leader of the Gaussian Tribe, the Furious Warrior O'Callen, all the war ghost tribes in the entire plain were urgently summoned here. On the magnificent rock wall of the Gaussian Tribe, O'Callen looked serious.

"In the end what happened?"

On the spot, Drogo's face was solemn. As the ruler of the Solu Plain, the Gaussian tribe had the power to forcibly recruit other tribes. A few hours ago, the Tatar tribe was forcibly recruited.

"In the name of the blood-killing god, the Gaussian tribe recruits you!"

On top of the city wall, O'Karun looked serious, looking at the many war ghost tribes in the open space below, and said solemnly: "The great god of blood-killing is fighting with the god of disaster, and the evil black mist is trying to swallow everything. As the people of the blood-killing god, we must not sit still and wait for death!"

"I can feel that evil is approaching the Solu Plain!"

"Therefore, warriors, pick up the weapons in your hands and prepare to fight the damn evil beings. Use your blood and lives to defend the glory of the Zhangui Clan!"

With O'Callen's high-pitched shouts, the blood warriors below were furious.

Looking at the blood warriors below who were bursting with energy and blood, O'Callen nodded with satisfaction. However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed the direction in the corner where the people from the Tatar tribe were gathering.

In addition to Drogo leading the Tatar Blood Warriors, there was also a girl in the team, and a group of monsters wrapped in animal skins next to them.

"Drogo, stand up!"

O'Callen scolded loudly and said in a deep voice: "I issued a recruitment order to the Tatar tribe and asked you to lead the blood warriors to resist evil. What's going on with this girl? Why are these guys wearing masks?"

The evil ghosts who followed Wendy had masks covering their faces.

This is mainly because the evil ghosts who have been transformed by the power of the black mist are too similar in appearance to the evil aliens. In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, Drogo prepared animal skin robes and masks for them.

Faced with O'Callen's inquiry, Drogo stepped out bravely.

"I'm sorry, Lord O'Cullen."

Drogo thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Wendy's situation is a bit special. I don't know how to explain it to you, but if you need to fight against evil, she can also be of some help. Please believe me, Lord O'Callen."

O'Callen frowned and was about to say something else.

However, at this moment.

On the plain in the distance, a tidal wave of black mist suddenly surged in and appeared outside the Gaussian tribe in a moment, and then twisted to form a black mist giant.

O'Callen's expression changed and he quickly pulled out his bronze sword.

Not far away, a giant condensed by black mist, his lower body still remained in the state of mist, but his upper body was that of a burly bald man, with two mist beards hanging on his ferocious face, and a cruel luster in his eyes.

The King of Evil, Deimos!

The King of Evil was born in the Black Mist Season three hundred years ago. In that year, Dimos devoured almost all the Evil and Evil Beasts in the same period, so he was promoted to the King of Evil by relying on the power of the majestic Black Mist. .

For the next three hundred years, Deimos became a minion of the God of Disaster.

Every time during the Black Mist Season, he walked out of the dark sea of ​​trees and made waves around the world. With the power of the Evil King, he destroyed many war ghost tribes. The most terrifying record even destroyed a southern kingdom.

That kingdom was ruled by a tyrant and had a history of six hundred years. Although the kingdom later declined with the death of the tyrant, it still had more than ten Furious Warriors and tens of thousands of Blood Warriors.

However, even so, the kingdom was still destroyed by Deimos.

The cruel and evil King of Evil continued to do evil during the Black Mist Season, so he was punished by another tyrant. He was eventually injured and fled back to the Dark Sea of ​​Trees, only to reappear now.

And the tyrant who severely wounded Deimos came from the Gaussian tribe!

"Hello! People of the Bloodkilling God!"

The devil-like King of Evil looked at the Gaussian tribe with a ferocious smile, a wild smile on his face, and roared, "Why don't you kneel down when you see the great King of Evil, Deimos?"

"Will the tyrant of the Gaussian tribe appear again this time?"

O'Kalun's face was pale, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. He knew very well that the tyrant ancestor of the Gaussian tribe had fallen not long ago. It was precisely because of this that he felt uneasy and asked the people of the Solu Plain. Other tribes issued conscription orders.

O'Callen guessed what might happen, but he didn't expect that the King of Evil would actually appear here. Deimos was severely injured by the tyrant Gosuo hundreds of years ago, and now he is obviously here for revenge.

And the other party obviously knew that the tyrant Gao Suo had fallen!

"For the glory of fighting the ghost clan!"

The threat of the Evil King brought strong oppression. In the almost suffocating atmosphere, a red-striped warrior from a small tribe suddenly let out a furious roar, and the energy and blood in his body exploded.

The next moment, he roared and charged towards the King of Evil.

But this behavior was like an ant challenging a giant. A sinister smile appeared on the face of King Deimos, and then he stretched out his huge palm to grab it.

Click!

As the black mist-like giant hand grabbed it, the sound of broken bones was heard. Amidst the shrill screams, the furious warrior was crushed into a pulp, and blood flowed from the gaps between the giant fingers.

Deimos laughed ferociously, then raised his hand.

The crimson-striped warrior was crushed into pulp and thrown directly into his mouth. With a terrifying chewing sound, he was bitten alive and swallowed. This horrific scene made all the blood warriors feel a little scared.

What's even scarier, however, is that despair is spreading.

For the War Ghost Tribe, everyone is well aware of the power of the Evil King. It is an evil existence second only to the God of Disaster. Only the Lord of the Kingdom and the Tyrant can compete with it. Even the Furious Warriors cannot face it. right.

"Tremble, poor Caussian!"

Timos let out a wild laugh, as loud as thunder, and his huge palm directly hit the city wall, making O'Callen even dodge.