Chapter 646
Among the ten thousand races, there are immortal races. This is a serious ten thousand race in the material world. It was born as a kind of cannon fodder created when the forces of the lower plane invaded the material world during the first war of ten thousand races, such as blood races, such as ghosts. Races, such as death knights, etc. all come in this way, and their prototypes are actually cannon fodder created by imitating the camp of the underworld.

For example, the prototype of the death knight is the death knight in the underworld camp, for example, the prototype of the blood race is the scarlet shadow of the underworld camp, etc. Compared with the undead clans among the ten thousand races, the underworld camp is the real death Civilization, they already have civilization, a dead civilization.

On the border of the Plant Alliance towards the Elf Empire, an outpost stands here. There are eight soldiers in this outpost. They are all of the race of plants. These eight soldiers are bragging and farting. It is dangerous in name, but it also depends on where the border post is. This is the border post of the Plant Alliance that is biased towards the Elf Empire. Logically speaking, it is impossible to encounter war, so the task of the post here is not to prevent war at all. It's about cleaning up the surrounding beasts and monsters, guarding against bandits, protecting merchants, etc. For the soldiers guarding here in rotation, this is a job with little oil and water, and the only benefit is probably leisure.

"Hey, don't you know? I saw a dark elf before. That noble lady is a high-ranking magician. Her figure is very similar to the favorite little girl of the nobles. Her face looks immature but full of charm. It’s unbearable to look at it from a distance, I really don’t know how those masters who married elves and noble girls enjoy it.” A middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and then he issued A man can understand the laughter.

The rest of the soldiers also smiled in agreement, and one of the young men hehe said: "You speak ill of master mages behind their backs, those mages have mysterious and unpredictable magic, you speak ill of them behind their backs, Beware of the magician turning you into a toad."

The middle-aged man's face froze, but it was impossible to lose the battle at this time, so he stiffened his neck and said: "Don't lie to me, I know that extraordinary people are also divided into levels, high-level magicians, so naturally It's nothing... The big deal, if it's a legend, then I'm sure I wouldn't dare to say anything, but you, Zhuang, didn't you say that you went back and checked the genealogy last time, and that your family has tree-human blood, is it a high-ranking race? What? I don’t see anything special about you? It’s just an ordinary bark tribe, and you’re still a tree-human tribe.”

The young man blushed immediately, stood up and said, "How do you insult people's innocence out of thin air?"

The middle-aged man said cheerfully: "How can you be innocent? Someone saw it. You ran to your old house in the middle of the night and searched for the old genealogy there for a long time. Isn't this trying to force the nobles? I heard that at that time You were hung up and beaten by your father, and the sound was transmitted to the next village."

The young man's face was as red as blood, and he murmured that looking for the genealogy is not about being attached to the nobles, and he was not beaten until he yelled out, that his clan might have the blood of treants, and the whole outpost was suddenly immersed in joy. Among the laughter.

Zhuang couldn't bear being laughed at, but he couldn't refute anything, so he left the post immediately, rode a grass horse casually, and galloped away towards the distance.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but after being blown by the cold wind, Zhuang's mood calmed down a little, so he got off the grass horse, walked under a big tree by the road, and lay down directly in the shadow.

Zhuang didn't randomly guess that he has the blood of the tree-human race. As the strongest race of the plant lineage, although the tree-human race is now in decline, but in terms of racial talent alone, the tree-human race has pulled the elves by hundreds of streets. , as natural supernatural beings, treants have a superhuman level once they reach adulthood, and they are generally extremely high, and treants are usually high-level or even legendary druids, and they also have various powerful racial talents, such as treants can control Plants, the control here is not the control of druid spells, but relying on instinct can make plants evolve or even degenerate, grow or wither, and even turn plants into plant war weapons, etc. Can be called the plant lord.

Although Zhuang is the son of a rural landlord, he also has his own dreams. He wants to become an extraordinary person, to have his own power, and then to take risks, to travel all over this wild continent, and to see the prosperity of this world, just like those novels Like the protagonist described in the novel, find various relics, challenge various monsters, marry beauties from various ethnic groups...

Thinking of this, Zhuang even drools, and he began to fantasize about his future. He lay down on the grass like this, the breeze was blowing, and the temperature was just right. He felt his eyelids heavy when he thought about it, and unconsciously fell asleep.

When Zhuang woke up, the sky was already dark and it was the last hour of dusk. Zhuang woke up immediately, and hurriedly rode on the grass horse grazing nearby, and headed towards the post.

Inexplicably, Zhuang felt a little cold all over his body, but he didn't take it seriously, he just thought that he had caught a cold after sleeping all afternoon, and now that the night was falling, it was normal to have a chill, and then Zhuang got closer and closer to the outpost, and his heart became more and more Feeling uneasy, this uneasiness comes inexplicably, without warning, just like the feeling of goosebumps popping up suddenly when a person is walking on the night road.

Then, Zhuang saw the outpost, and at the same time saw the dense green light at the outpost. When he saw these green lights, Zhuang felt that his heart was so cold. Although he didn't know what these green lights were, he subconsciously He was about to let the grass horse continue to move forward. Suddenly, at this moment, a black shadow rushed towards him and threw him down on the grass. At the same time, the black shadow stabbed the grass horse's ass with a sharp weapon. He wailed and ran straight to the post.

Zhuang was so frightened that the ghost was so scared that he was about to hiss and roar, but he didn't want this black shadow to cover his mouth, and at the same time said in a low voice: "It's me, don't scream!"

This voice was the voice of the middle-aged man in the team. His voice was hoarse and deep, but it sounded very pleasant to Zai Zhuang at this time. The middle-aged man whispered: "Don't make a sound, don't make a sound." While speaking, the middle-aged man slowly let go of the hand covering Zhuang's mouth.

Zhuang didn't yell. He was a soldier anyway, and he had received military training. At this moment, he whispered, "What is that? What's going on? What about the others?"

The middle-aged man was silent and did not answer. After a long time, the middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Go, go to the border branch, I now order you in the name of the captain, Zhuang, take the eighth detachment, No.60 The order of the second team, march towards the branch, tell them everything here, tell the nobles, tell the folks, tell everyone, tell them... Run for your life, as far as you can run!!! "

Zhuang was very anxious, and even his voice was a little higher: "What's the matter! Also, you are not the captain, you have no right to order me, tell me quickly, what happened!?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but said in a low voice that was almost choked out of his throat: "Next, you are the captain... Tell them, tell those gentlemen, tell everyone, none of us Back off, none of us escaped..."

In a hurry, he didn't look at the post anymore, but looked at the middle-aged man, and then he was frightened and rolled a few meters away, even urinated, because the middle-aged man had become Monsters... no, something more terrifying than monsters.

Zhuang saw that the middle-aged man's body had begun to rot, and his back half was swallowed by a huge leech-like creature. This huge leech-like creature had already taken the middle-aged man's back They were all swallowed, and they were still wriggling and devouring, and the rotting upper body of the middle-aged man was no longer visible. Although he was still breathing, no one would think that he was still alive, or that he was still alive. can survive.

The middle-aged man's rotten face showed a ferocious smile, and then he roared in a low voice: "Zhuang, are you still breastfeeding!? Get out of here! Take our names, take our names! Our voices carry our lives, get out, get out!!!”

Zhuang's heart was pinched by a kind of terror, he subconsciously ran away from the post, running faster and faster, running while urinating, and then the remaining seven members of the team appeared in his mind, they said rude words Joking, talking about the harvest in his hometown, laughing at his youth and milkiness, laughing at his overreaching, and then...

Zhuang cried out, and ran while crying, towards the border branch, towards the border of the Plant Alliance.

(End of this chapter)

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