Infinite Monster Training Camp

Ding Meng seemed to be dead, and there was no room for salvation.

Dongdong couldn't help him, and Earl Dracula, who was dragged down by the anti-aircraft firepower, couldn't help him either.

"You low-powered fellow, this kid will really die if he doesn't come out again!" After resisting a round of intensive light and arrow attacks, Count Dracula suddenly yelled.

Do they still have helpers? The monster rulers on the ground were all startled.

The second paragraph of the prophecy says this:

"A black cloud will hang over the ogre tribe. The caretaker of the two worlds will kill the best mage of the ogre tribe, the bravest warrior of the orcs, and then bring a terrible creature here... "

Frank, the best wizard, is dead, but Goodson, the smartest ruler of the ogre clan, is still alive, and there is a great possibility of killing Ding Meng.

Under the repressive attacks of the three monster rulers, Ding Meng had no ability to fight back at all. When the vitality dropped to 50% and the vertigo appeared, Randolph, the ruler of the orcs, raised the double-edged sword in his hand...

But at this moment, Randolph's body suddenly stiffened...

Ding Meng didn't even think of what was going on. He stabbed out with an instinctive response, and the entire hilt of the knife was submerged in Randolph's body, but Randolph didn't even move to resist...

Randolph shouted in disbelief until Ding Meng drew the knife out...

Blade of Destruction! No matter whether the weapon in Ding Meng's hand is called a pig knife or a weapon abandoned by the gods, it once had a name that made the world shudder in the imprisoned world: Blade of Destruction!

Once stabbed by this terrible weapon, there is no possibility of surviving! No creature can escape.

Randolph is dead!

Randolph, the bravest warrior of the orcs and the strongest warrior, died somehow!

At the most critical moment of the battle, Randolph, who had the absolute upper hand and suppressed Ding Meng, who had no power to fight back, suddenly stiffened, motionless, watching Ding Meng’s destruction blade. Pierced into his body...

The surrounding crows were silent, everyone stopped their hands, looked at Randolph's corpse, and then at Ding Meng, their eyes completely changed.

Fear, shock, unbelief...

My God, my God, the brain of God is above, this human adventurer actually killed Randolph, the ruler of the half-orcs!

And it's so easy.

Even Ding Meng was stunned, not knowing what happened. what happened? What happened just now? With such a stabbing, he actually killed the first warrior among the orcs?

A huge black cloud enveloped the sky.

Count Dracula flew to a distance where a bow and arrow could not be shot, looking at the group of monsters underground, his eyes were full of pity...

The large black clouds began to condense, and then gradually turned into a shadow... No, it was not a shadow, but a living creature shape...

All the monsters stopped fighting, they instinctively felt the danger coming...

"A black cloud will hang over the ogre tribe. The caretaker of the two worlds will kill the best mage of the ogre tribe, the bravest warrior of the orcs, and then bring a terrible creature here... "

That’s what the prophecy says...

That shadow is getting clearer...

She seemed to be wearing a beautiful tuxedo, her hair was combed untidy, and she was coated with a lot of wax. And the leather shoes on the feet are bright and bright, and there is no dust at all...

Finally, the shadow became an entity, and then fell to Ding Meng's side lightly.

"You are finally here." When he saw this guy, Ding Meng let out a long sigh of relief: "Does the big people only come out at the most important moment? I'm going to die."

"Big people always come out at the last minute." The tuxedo smiled: "And you are not dead. The breath I gave you saved your life. You probably have already tasted what it's like to die, right?"

"It's uncomfortable, it's really uncomfortable." Ding Meng shook his head repeatedly: "I don't want to be killed again anyway."

As soon as the tuxedo appeared, Ding Meng chatted with him like no one else. Goodson couldn't bear it: "Damn, this is the ogre tribe..."

"Who **** are you called?" The tuxedo's eyes suddenly fell on him.

Swept by his eyes, Goodson could not help but shivered...

With a cry, a lifeless ogre, in order to show loyalty in front of his lord, unexpectedly lifted a big stick and smashed it toward the tuxedo.

However, before the big stick came close to the tuxedo, smoke suddenly appeared on his body...

Everyone thought they were dazzled and rubbed their eyes, only to find that they were right.

The body of the ogre was smoking, and then a flame appeared on his body... The ogre screamed desperately, desperately trying to put it out, but the flames grew stronger and stronger, scaring those companions who originally wanted to help him They all avoided it for fear...

Gradually, in the sorrowful cry, the ogre was burned to coke...

I'm dumbfounded, every monster present is dumbfounded... God's brain is on top, what kind of power is this? This tuxedo hasn't even moved a hand, and it turns an ogre with such a huge body into it. A pile of coke...

"Since Nastock's death, the ogres have become less and less courteous." The tuxedo actually sighed slightly: "Although Nastock is my enemy, in my memory, he grows He was huge and ugly, but he was very polite. It even exceeded my imagination... So in that war, I lightly attacked him three times and made him a legend..."

Goodson's face suddenly changed...

In the Dark Alliance war, Nastock, the ogre ruler, used the shield of courage to block a terrifying opponent's three attacks, becoming an eternal legend that imprisoned the world. And the attacker has a name that makes all humans and monsters tremble: Reaper!

grim Reaper! grim Reaper! Is the person standing in front of him the **** of death?

However, according to legend, the **** of death always tightly covered his whole body with a black cloak, waving his sickle and ready to reap his soul at any time. But what about this person in front of you?

The Reaper's tone was very calm and calm: "You locked the lord of the vampire, which made me very unhappy. Although that guy is an idiot, at least he can barely say a few words to me..."

"You are an idiot, you inferior fellow!" Count Dracula did not know when he also flew down from the sky.

The **** of death didn't even look at him: "This incident didn't make you all die, but because of your reasons, the souls of the millions of necromancers were freed... My mind is very small. Who are my enemies, I always like to watch them be tortured, but now my millions of enemies are freed from the torment...so..."

The **** of death said politely: "So you all deserve to die."

"What are you talking about!" Goodson didn't understand what was going on.

Together with Frank, he imprisoned Earl Dracula to the place of war, but why didn't he understand what the **** of death said afterwards?

"I'm in a hurry." Death said lightly: "You all kill yourself, I allow your souls not to suffer pain..."

In the eyes of the **** of death, this is already his greatest grace, otherwise every creature here will suffer endless torture in the land of war just like their predecessors...

"You, do you want all of us to commit suicide?" Goodson managed to make his voice less trembling: "You are crazy!"

Zhan Kailan, the ruler of the cave demon, also let out a scream of dissatisfaction.

The **** of death became a little unhappy, and pointed to the ruler of the cave demon: "You ugly and dirty monster, I curse you that after death, your soul is burned by the fire of **** seven times a day, and every inch of your soul will be burnt every day. Burned, and you can clearly feel the pain. When you become coke, the soul will recover again, and then endure the same torture. Such pain will continue until a cave demon is willing to sacrifice himself and use his Soul in exchange for everything your soul has suffered..."

"This curse is too vicious." Count Dracula couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Cave demons are low-level intelligent creatures, only simple language, they can't do it at all, and even understand those required to lift the curse.

In other words, Zhan Kailan, the ruler of the cave demon, had no chance of liberation at all.

Zhan Kailan let out another wild roar, and even rushed towards the death god.

At this moment, Goodson took a step back quietly.

The **** of death calmly watched Zhan Kailan's huge and unfriended body pounce on him, motionless. Until Zhan Kailan arrived in front of her, there was a sickle in Death's hand: Death's sickle!

The sickle was swung lightly, and Zhan Kailan actually fell gently to the ground.

Then, a trace of white mist drifted out of Zhan Kailan's body...

soul! That is the soul of Zhan Kailan! Zhan Kailan died without resistance in front of the **** of death!

"Do you want to see what **** is?" Death said coldly, and he waved his sickle again.

A fantasy appeared...

That is-hell!

The door of the underworld slowly opened, and the flames of **** were burning. Countless souls wailed in the flames, and they stretched out their hands, seeming to be trying their best to grasp something on the side.

Zhan Kailan's soul uttered a sharp and terrified cry, but a huge force continuously attracted it into a flame specially prepared for him.

Then the flames began to burn, scorching Zhan Kailan's soul bit by bit!

That is the curse of death, the curse of eternal life and pain!