With two women with no power, a dad said that the journey to explore this jungle was a little worried. Fortunately, although Amy's magic power was blocked, his perception was still there, and at least he could guarantee that he would not enter the nest of the powerful monster.

The voice was blocked and the geographical location was not heard, but he had not forgotten the explanations of his brothers. He found time to log in to the forum and used Yelan and his vests that passed by the wind to celebrate. The wave that had already passed was once again, and Yelan Studio's appearance rate increased again.

He went offline to call Qiuyue to report his safety, and checked whether the timely text message was sent to Lao **. After learning the lesson from the last time in Hope, he always plugged in the power cord of his phone. He solved the situation that might occur in reality, but the situation in the game made him feel a little worried.

Compared with the existing game maps released by the forum and official website, I couldn't find out where I was. It seemed that this was a high-level map without players' footprints.

Kemier's amnesia made Wang Xiaofeng feel a little worried. The power of the flying sky disappeared, like a simple girl, looking at the world in the forest curiously. She should not be amnesia, but instead she seemed to have replaced a person's memory, personality, and personality, and no trace of Kemier could be found.

The only thing that remains unchanged is his dependence and obsession with him, and it seems to be even more serious.

The jungle gradually became a little darker because the profession was too lush and the humidity in the air was not too much, making people feel refreshed and appropriate without feeling chest tightness. Judging from the sunlight, they are now heading towards the northwest and don’t know where to go.

I once stood by the cliff and looked around. The huge canyon was beyond the limit. It seemed that it was a crack split by gods and demons in the boundless forest. It made people admire the magical skills of nature. Deciding to explore the jungle was also Amy's suggestion. After all, if the Saint of Light loses its trace in half a month, there will definitely be severe turmoil in the Dawn Continent.

Any turmoil and war at this time seem to be a consumption of the overall strength of the Dawn Continent. The current enemy is not only the dark camp that is determined to cover the Dawn Continent with darkness, but also the demon legion that will come to the future. Wang Xiaofeng had long speculated that the plot should be the alliance between light and darkness, and jointly eliminate the demons from hell.

This is a positive, consistent with the public's concept and a slightly bloody plot. It is estimated that the general direction is inseparable. The Apocalypse claims to be a world that is completely independent. The master brain of the game hiding behind seems to have no strong control over the world. No one can say exactly what it can evolve into in the end.

But it is impossible. Like Era, it goes bankrupt for a year and a half. After all, if a game company wants to make money, it will definitely allow the playability of this game to last for a long time.

"Brother, I want that fruit." Kemier, now it seems that she should be called Lingtong, pointed to a branch of a crooked tree. "Pick it down for me."

The trees around are getting thicker, with branches growing horizontally, and roots bulging, filling with a vast atmosphere. Every few steps, you can always see towering trees. The huge canopy covers the sunlight tightly. I don’t know how many years it takes to grow into this.

Wang Xiaofeng smiled and took off his sacrificial robe, trousers, shirts and cloth boots, which made him look like a Western gentleman. Climbing a tree may be a bit reluctant for a sacrificial priest, but it is not a difficult task for Wang Xiaofeng, and it is a crooked tree, so it doesn't take too much effort to climb it.

I don’t know what kind of variety this tree is, and I don’t know whether the green fruits on the tree are edible. Wang Xiaofeng, who has years of experience in drug production, also knows some basic common sense, although it is definitely not as good as the five majors in medicine. I picked up one and took a bite. This is the best way to measure poison. Wang Xiaofeng nodded and tasted the same as the apple.

After picking seventeen or eighteen pieces, he put them in his backpack, and quickly returned to the ground. Before he could speak, he felt heavy head and light feet, and his dizziness was strong and abrupt. He fell to the ground with a dark look in front of him.

"Xiaofeng!" "Brother!" The two women were shocked and ran up quickly. When they heard a rustling sound from the bushes, more than a dozen figures rushed out...

In the Yufeng City Church, a group of sacrificial sacrifices and sacrificial sacrifices were in chaos, and the city was looking for the figure of the high priest.

Bishop Randy paced back and forth in front of the goddess in Amy's room, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with anxiety and worries. When would it be impossible to disappear? If the City of Holy Light came to order the Saint to go back to report his work, the magic sensing would be lost and the magic equipment could not be connected, wouldn't this be a desperate attempt to kill him?

News from all aspects gradually gathered, and rumors among the Apocalypse were not spared. The information gathered in the end pointed to the priest of the Emerald City passing by the wind.

"Emerald City?" Randy pondered. The bishop of the local province was not allowed to leave his jurisdiction without hesitation. And if he arrived at Brandt's territory, things would probably become more complicated. "No, Suifeng must have encountered some urgent matter. Could it be that the urgent matter of Emerald City is..."

"Master Bishop!" A priest rushed in outside the door, with a little hurried and anxious, "The Cathedral sent the order from the City of Holy Light to help you find the High Priest immediately."

"Oh!" Randy sighed, clicked a light door, and walked away in front of the statue.

On the front line of Guvalland, the main general's tent was also looking for Wang Xiaofeng's figure.

The city of Gvarland was filled with black fog, and the sun was not seen. The undead army was unknown and gathered like a tide. It was impossible to send people in to investigate the whereabouts of the priest.

"... But even so, we cannot break through the blockade of the undead. Once the cavalry loses its power, the only thing waiting for us is a catastrophe." Lu Ende sighed, looked at the king and marquis with his frown, and comforted him: "Maybe the Lord Suifeng was not in a deep siege, maybe he had helped us somewhere else."

"Even if he takes a step back, since he can appear in the city, he should be confident of breaking through the siege." Lu Ende looked at the tiled topographic map on the desktop, or the urban planning map of Guvalland. "If the civilians and the swept villages around him are included, the number of undead troops here is no less than one million, and it is even possible that there are even more."

Yagge shook her head, sitting in the chair with a different kind of laziness, and the sorrow between her eyebrows added to her three-point appearance. "The dark sky has risen up not only the dead now." "You mean, the bones of the ancestors?"

"More than that, I can feel it," Jag looked towards the direction of Gvalland City through the camp, "a powerful force brewing there, which is so terrifying that it makes me feel palpitations." "The Queen of Pain should be the Duke of the Rose. But the source of the powerful force is the strong man of the Dark Clan."

Yagre lowered her head and thought about something, then raised her up and asked, "Sister Lina, why did the Duke of Rose rebellion? What is she dissatisfied with the kingdom? Or is the kingdom betrayed her." "Right, or something else. I don't know the reason for this." Lu Ende's eyes flashed a little, but Yagre's eyes were a little reluctant to leave.

"Miss Marquis," the commander of the defense line spread his hands helplessly, "You should be able to hear some rumors in the king's capital. I can only say that some things are not groundless." "Uncle really..." "Well," Lu Ende blocked her words, but there was a sense of sadness in his eyes.

The mistake made by an old man actually wanted to make up for the blood of countless soldiers. He shook his head and was a minister of the king and a loyalty to the king. But he could not think too much about these things. Thinking too much will not benefit anyone.

Yagge's frown deeper, after all, she was a member of the royal family and knew more. If the rumors about this rebellion were true, she would still rarely see the king's uncle in the future, so it would be safer. "I will send a message to the royal capital to see if the elites of the royal magic corporation can be transferred."

"Even if the troops are lost, the first one will be His Highness the Prince," Lu Ende smiled bitterly, "We can only defend and wait for the battle situation of the other two defense lines. We can't afford to attack." "Then the priest of the wind..." "Leave it to fate."

"Ah Yeh!"

The man lying on the bamboo bed rose up and wanted to raise his hand and rub the tip of his nose, but found that his limbs were weak and limp.
Chapter completed!