Tomb Survival: Evolve from Skeleton

The deputy leader of the blood red hat not only has five or six war beasts whose combat power has reached the fourth-level elite, but also can drive nearly one-third of the wild beasts and monsters in the rainforest to fight for himself, and only one person can launch "" Beast Tide".
This is already unheard of, almost miraculous. Any principality would be willing to pay the price of an earldom to win over such a strategic-level talent who has reached the "anti-army" rating and is comparable to a great magister.

There is also that terrifying tidal giant, that is the top giant warrior who has reached the "lord level". It is a "decisive weapon" that can be used as a thousand on the battlefield, sweeping thousands of troops, and even turning the tide of battle.

Like the one-eyed ogre, they are the ultimate warriors who have achieved the title of "Lord of War".

The well-mannered magician Jack, although he obviously can't feel the slightest bit of magic or fluctuations of fighting spirit from him, he is just like an ordinary person, no, even ordinary civilians will have a little bit of fighting spirit Or magic waves.

But I just can't feel any power from Jack.

The so-called abnormality is a demon. This handsome magician brings a sense of threat to the beautiful girl priest, which is almost on par with the deputy head of the blood red hat and the tide lord.

As for the killer assassins who can use high-level shadow grudges and are qualified to assassinate lord-level targets, the top assassins who can be aces in other killer guilds, in the "Fantasy" circus, their regular combat power is calculated by "fighting" .

Such strength, such an organization, such a group.
Even in the Temple of Holy Light, I am afraid that only by dispatching the "judgment priest" can it be wiped out.

However, such a group of people who could not be unknown on the mainland just hide themselves in a not-so-famous circus, and usually even make a living by selling ugliness and foolishness to entertain the public.

No matter how you think about this matter, there is a taste of weird conspiracy. The beautiful girl priest with keen intuition knows that the more she understands, the faster she will die.

Her beliefs, her identity, her background, her power, just like when she was trapped in the ogre's lair, would not give her the slightest guarantee of safety.

In the end, only his own wisdom and determination can save her.What she needs to do now is not only not to really anger "Fantasy", but also to show enough stupidity and superficiality to keep herself away from "Fantasy"'s list of threats to be wiped out.

Sometimes the beautiful girl priest even doubts whether it is her luck or misfortune to hire the "dream" circus to avenge herself.
The two voices fade away
Gojin is like a creature that has lost consciousness, and now he only has sleepiness that engulfs his whole body.

But he knew that the woman with long silver hair in front of him skillfully snatched him and Mikay away from the pursuer.
Outside the black iron camp, a fat middle-aged female dwarf stood directly in front of the gate with a torch in her hand.

The torch in her hand was thin and short, but it was burning with a golden red flame, and it was filled with abundant magic elements, as if this thin torch would not go out even if it burned for 1000 years.

The dwarf aunt took a sip from the huge silver wine jug, then put the torch in front of her mouth, and spat fiercely at the entire camp in front of her.

The atomized liquor was ignited by the torch, and immediately turned into a surging fire dragon and charged into the cave.

The dwarf aunt's lung capacity seems to be endless, and the drink she drank before seems to be endless. This pillar of fire turned the entire cave into a nest of purgatory.
With the help of this teammate's flying magic, the dwarf aunt, like a flying dragon, continuously releases this "flame breath".
"What is she doing here?"

The young priest with a complicated expression pointed at the dwarf aunt, and asked a girl beside her who was extremely hot, dressed in extremely sexy clothes, but wore a pig's head mask on her face.

"Of course it is to kill all the living creatures hiding in the camp. Isn't this your commission?"

With a sneer on her face, the pig-faced girl said mockingly——

"Don't worry, Mother Volcano's fire-breathing stunt is one of the repertoires of our circus. By the way, the last time I attacked a red dragon's lair, Mother Volcano and the adult fire-breathing dragon sprayed nearly 5 Minutes, and they all won in the end, with her shot, it is guaranteed that not even a cockroach can survive inside."

"But, won't that guy escape from other cave exits?" the beautiful girl priest asked anxiously.

"There is no other way out of this camp."

The magician Jack on the side came over and interjected——

"The fact that the group of ogre cubs didn't escape just now is enough to explain the problem."

Jack is actually not sure if there are other exits, but
They no longer have the patience to spend too much energy on this stupid woman.

And the girl priest also knew that she couldn't say anything more, so she shut her mouth wisely and in time.

She stared complicatedly at the ogre cave that was being burned into a fire cave by the dwarf volcano aunt imitating a dragon's breath. It was once a nightmare of her humiliation and a hell that imprisoned her whole body and mind.

In those dark days, she was cursing every day, cursing that everything here would collapse and perish, but when this magic cave was completely burned into a sea of ​​flames, for some reason, she didn't seem as happy as she imagined.
The crowd admired the flames, and from time to time they could hear a few screams, large or small, which were the last roars of the remaining creatures before they were burned to ashes.

Imagining the scene inside, Jack suddenly smiled and said——

"I heard that in the far east, in an ancient country on another continent, people there would knead the clay into the shape of a vessel, put it into a cave and burn it, and then the clay would be transformed into a fine porcelain called "porcelain". Objects. Tell me, after being burned by the volcano aunt, will there be any weird things burned out, maybe it will be very valuable or not."

Looking at the cave that had been engulfed by the sea of ​​flames, the young priest suddenly became confused.
Is it
Is this really the result you want?
That unusual little ogre.
Do you really hate him so much?
Suddenly, Christina's stomach began to twitch violently, and the next moment, this noble Holy Light Priest started to vomit.
"What's going on here? Tell me everything you know, human!"

The centaur female Khan said to the skinny human being held up by the spear in a cold voice, for the Amazon centaur who takes aggression, killing and plundering as their daily routine, of course there is no need to be polite to a thin "human" cub.

The human shook his head blankly, and murmured after a long time——

"Assault. There was an attack here."

Now everyone can see that this spirit has been stimulated, and it is estimated that there will be nothing of value to ask.

The Centaur Khan looked around, and there were huge and fat corpses of ogres all over the place. The death scenes were all horrific, but there was one thing in common, that is, under each ogre, there was a herd of beasts piled up like a hill. dead body
Of course, in the eyes of these combat expert Amazon centaurs, will see more different things
"Lord Khan, judging from the death of the corpses, the number of attackers should not be many, probably no more than fifteen, but there are high-level druids or great beast trainers among them, there are many of them here. The beasts that were forcibly summoned and the corpses of low-level monsters, and the skills and fighting methods used by these attackers are almost different."

".Qualls, the leader of the Black Iron Ogre, first fought fiercely with an opponent whose physical strength was comparable to his. Then he was attacked and injured by several assassin-type opponents, and was finally surrounded and killed. The old forest Priest Haman was defeated by several strictly trained war beasts and at least three opponents who used different fighting styles, but the fatal injury came from a few cards behind him."

After years of fighting, the Black Iron Ogre and the Amazon Centaur know everything about their opponents very well, and the "one-eyed troll" Quells and the old forest priest Haman are even more powerful opponents that they have never been able to defeat.

Seeing that they have all turned into cold and miserable corpses at this time, only these centaurs know what they feel in their hearts.

"Where's the battle-specialized ogre, Fakule?"

Centaur Khan asked——

"And that 'dwarf,' Goggin Darkiron."

"None of them were found."

Listening to the centaur warrior's answer, the female Khan fell into deep thought.

There is always only one thing that this group of centaurs are most interested in, and that is fighting.

So the centaurs were very disappointed. They originally came here full of fighting desires, and they didn't necessarily have to win those damn fat blue guys, as long as they could have a good fight.

Unexpectedly, instead of a hearty and fierce battle, what awaited them was a boring corpse yard and the emptiness of losing their old enemy forever.

With this kind of regret, the centaurs stared at the black iron ogre corpse on the ground with complicated expressions.

And at the same time.

Under the towering magic tower that is not too far away.

A "little" ogre, carrying a beautiful wounded troll on its back, kneels down to a witch.

That way, it looks like a human being who makes a deal with the devil
Sometimes, the power of hatred is often more powerful than miracles.

It was the eve of the Holy War launched by the Papal States.

This was a test of [Demihuman Hills]'s strength.

A raid and extermination plan led by the [Fantasy] Circus.

It's just that no one will know the bad luck this brings them.