Nineteen kilometers northwest of the Iron Steel Tree Camp is a dark forest with undulating terrain forming a valley in the forest.￥f,.

At the entrance of the valley was a huge wooden stake, with a string of heads inserted into the stake, including the heads of wild beasts and the heads of the Holy Spirit warriors. Some of these heads were dried up, some of them had rotted, and black and red maggots were drilling in and out of the head sockets, while some of them had turned into white dead bones.

Walking into the valley along the dirty path with minced meat, feces, rotten grass stems and mud, you can see a small thatched hut built with thatched grass. The thick gasp and the smell of wild beasts spread out. When you approach, you can see a thick jackal with one-meter-5 feet high on the shoulders squatting in the thatched hut, with a pair of dark red eyes staring at the valley entrance.

This is the jackal guard at the valley entrance.

The forest valley is covered by tree canopy, and the light becomes darker and the smell of odor and rotten in the air becomes stronger. Looking into the valley, in the darkness, dark red light spots flash from time to time, and occasionally strange laughter appears. If a mortal comes here to take a look, he will definitely be heartbroken and will never forget the scene here in his life.

Not only mortals, but in fact, when Etumen received the oracle and came to this extremely dirty werewolf nest, he felt that he would probably never forget this ghost place in his life.

When he walked to the entrance of the valley and the jackal guard stuck out his tongue and licked his face, and pasted his inexplicably foul saliva on his face, he swore in his heart that after the mission was completed, he would never approach the jackal in his life.

The Jackal Guard remembered his smell, made a strange smile, and ran to the depths of Lingu to report.

After about five or six minutes, strange laughter came from deep in the valley, followed by a large number of footsteps. After a while, a group of tall and stout werewolf rushed out. The leader was nearly three meters tall, with black hair all over his body, and the glory in his eyes was scarlet and scarlet. It made people dare not look directly at it.

Etumen didn't dare either. He glanced at it and lowered his eyes, then saluted, and said modestly: "Zahu. I am coming from the oracle of the god of frenzy Kaes."

"I know you, Ertumen, Kaes's phony tube. What new ideas do Kaes have this time?" The voice of the werewolf leader who shouted as Zahu sounded vague, but you can still hear it clearly after listening carefully.

"He hopes that you can get rid of the invader camp not far away." Ertumen lowered his head. On the one hand, he wanted to show humility and self-protection, on the other hand, he wanted to avoid the stench that erupted from the mouth of the zombie leader, and by the way he also hoped that the jackal saliva on his face would flow down his face as soon as possible and not cover his eyes.

As for drying your saliva, he never thought about it, because as far as he knows, drying the saliva that was pasted on your face can easily anger them, especially when rubbing them in front of them.

Zahu snorted coldly: "No need to talk too much, I will also eliminate the ugly ghost who stretched his feet! Those ugly dogs killed my storm!"

In the eyes of the gnolls, they are the most perfect race in the world. The gnoll women are the most beautiful thing in the world, while all other intelligent creatures are ugly and almost unsightly, including the pale-faced winged demon envoy in front of them.

Ertumen didn't know how he should evaluate the worldview of the gnolls. He rationally said that he had not heard him and continued: "Captain Zhahu, there is no doubt that you are very powerful. Although you voluntarily killed all the invaders, your behavior still helped my master a great favor. So the master asked me to give this to you as a thank you."

He must say that. If this is God's reward, or if God is worried that you can't beat your opponent, so he adds some strength to you, then these arrogant and arrogant werewolf will definitely be furious. Then he will take everything from him and finally tear him to pieces.

Ertumen took out a small dark red bead, flicked his fingers, and the bead flew lightly towards the werewolf leader Zhahu.

Zhahu took it with one hand, looked carefully, and then was overjoyed: "It turned out to be the wild essence. Very good, Kaus is indeed the most generous god in the world. Go back and tell him that those ugly ghosts will turn into our gnolls' feces in three days at the latest."

Wild Essence, after activation, can release a group auxiliary magic technique, which can increase the power of dark creatures within 100 meters by more than 50%, and there will be no fear in your heart.

This thing, combined with the talent of the zombie, can squeeze out all the potential of the zombie. The zombie will have unrivaled power in a short period of time. Even the most powerful demon dragon in the abyss must avoid the edge when they see it.

Etumen didn't say much, bowed slightly to the werewolf leader, and then withdrew from the dirty nest that he would never forget for life. Once outside the nest, he wiped his face crazy, and then spread his wings and left...

While the jackals were planning to attack Rollin's camp, Rollin was leading a group of soldiers to set up traps around the camp.

From the gnoll captive, Rollin knew that the gnolls were ready to attack them. The twenty warriors were here to find out the news, and the gnolls' attack would arrive soon.

Because of the continuous hunting of powerful abyss creatures, a lot of force has been accumulated in the camp, and the purified range around the camp has reached 300 meters, and the power in the camp can maintain this purification scale within three months.

Of course, although this iron and steel tree camp has a good development, it has little potential and the surrounding transportation is too inconvenient. When the abyss creatures are cleaned up, the soldiers have to take these dangerous forest roads to find abyss creatures in the distance.

If the camp is by the Hongshui River, there is no problem. He can build wooden boats and flow along the way. At that time, with the escort of the Bay Crocodile Mountain, their purification range will become very wide.

Therefore, Rollin was not planning to operate this wild steel tree camp as a long-term post, so he did not spend too much manpower and could not build any guard walls around him. Knowing that the gnolls were preparing to attack, he began to set up traps around the camp.

The trap is very simple, it is a large pit. There are no sharp wooden stakes at the bottom of the pit, only groundwater. The priest released magical techniques and incorporated a lot of divine power. However, runes with hidden breaths were arranged on the pit.

These runes can not only hide the breath of divine power, but also make the cover objects in the pit have a certain strength. It is absolutely fine if one or two werewolves stepped on. Once the number exceeds ten, the cover objects will immediately break.

For dark creatures, this trap is like a pan of oil. As long as it falls, it will definitely be rotten by the holy water fried lattice and crispy meat below!

There is even more amazing thing. Luo Lin sent people to cut down many thorns. The dark aura on the thorns was completely purified and covered with the breath of divine power. These thorns covered most of the places where the traps were not arranged, leaving behind death passages covered with traps for the zombies to pass through.

It can be said that as long as the gnoll dares to come, it will definitely end up being wiped out.

Rollin believed that the werewolf would definitely take the initiative to attack. This was not an imagination, he had sufficient basis.

First, the current situation is that the zombies are strong and they are weak.

Second, during the process of dealing with the werewolves, Rollin found that this thing was not very good at using it, and he was arrogant and arrogant, thinking that he was naturally superior, and other races were idiots and mentally retarded. The news that the scout heard also confirmed this.

Once such gnolls get angry, they will not use any tricks at all, and will not do anything like ambushing warriors outside the camp. They will definitely use brute force to attack directly.

So Rolling is sure that these traps around the camp will come in handy.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, everything was ready, and the soldiers began to prepare food for dinner, and smoke rose up.

Looking outside the camp, the camp seemed to be without any precautions and was waiting for someone to ravage.

In the woods outside the Iron Steel Tree Camp, the werewolves have arrived. They hid in the forest, waiting for the night of the abyss to come. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!