Once ordinary people are contaminated by this toxin, they will be affected and even swallowed.

This is also the most terrifying place for the Dark Tribe.

Soul virus, division, reproduction, immortality.

Although there are only three hundred of them, they seem to be everywhere and have become part of the darkness.

Poof!

The sheep tribe who asked questions suddenly covered their necks and fell down.

The blood soaked the damp earth like a fountain, quickly blending with the rain.

"Those who dare to criticize the great Dark Tribe behind their backs must sacrifice their lives to forgive their sins."

A cold and strange voice seemed to resound deep in the soul, bringing endless chills.

Yangfeng was furious: "Lord Orwell, he was my follower, and you actually killed him directly?"

Orwell smiled strangely and said: "What a pity. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can report it to your master. We are not under the jurisdiction of the Sheep Clan."

Yangfeng shouted angrily: "You bastard, I am the coach!"

Orwell chuckled: "So what? Do you want to kill me to avenge your lamb?"

A dark figure appeared in front of him and opened his hands.

"Come, use your sharp sword to pierce my chest and see if you can kill me."

These contemptuous words made Yangfeng furious.

He dodged and stabbed out with his sword.

The sharp sword penetrated the chest of the man in black.

It's like piercing into a void.

It's obviously very real, but there's nowhere to focus on it.

Yangfeng was stunned.

The spiritual energy burst out, and the sword energy was like a sharp thorn growing on the blade, strangulating wildly.

But it's still nothingness.

Orwell smiled and said: "Dear Lord Yangfeng, are you satisfied now?"

Yangfeng drew out his sword and staggered back, his face full of shock.

The legend of immortality is true!

The Dark Tribe cannot be killed!

At the same time of fear, he also had infinite expectations.

Can the myth of the Gods be ended by the Dark Tribe?

Perhaps, the sheep tribe will rise tonight.

He Yangfeng will also become famous in one battle and glorify the world.

"Lord Orwell, I was rude just now."

He sheathed his sword and bowed deeply.

"Crazy Emperor, leave it to your Excellency!"

Orwell's voice faded away in an instant: "What a mad emperor, he is just a human being. His soul and flesh and blood have been destined by our king. The rest of his life will be ten thousand times more terrifying than death."

Sheepfeng is very happy.

The unhappiness of losing a close friend went with the wind.

He was full of expectations for the upcoming honors and benefits.

Hundreds of thousands of sheep tribesmen let out deep gasps and ran wildly in the night rain, getting closer and closer to the Bayang City.

The defense of the ancient city brings a sense of security.

People subconsciously rely on it and hide under its protection.

The vast wilderness outside the city became the devil's territory at night, and no one wanted to set foot there.

Especially in rare thunderstorm weather.

But they never imagined that an army of 200,000 people was hiding in the darkness, forming a pocket, waiting for their arrival.

Darkness is hidden in darkness and cannot be traced.

But in the eyes of everyone in the Sheep Clan, it was like a black torrent spreading towards Bayang City.

Yang Feng said: "Lord Orwell, in front of us is the defense circle of the ancient city. How should we break the formation?"

The last time a million-strong army attacked Bayang City, it was blocked by this protective barrier.

Orwell smiled disdainfully and said: "The Sheep Clan is really useless. Even a mere ancient magic circle cannot break it."

However, Yangfeng was not angry at all and said respectfully: "Please, Lord Orwell, take action to break this formation and allow my army to advance straight in."

Orwell said proudly: "I have studied the art of formations for thousands of years, and it is easy to break this small formation."

If the Dark Tribe people live long enough, they will naturally be involved in more things.

And in this long and boring life, you have to find something interesting.

What Orwell is good at is the method of magic circle.

This is also the premise of why Yang Lan agreed to this plan.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the Dark Tribe is, it will be in vain if they cannot enter Bayang City.

In the heavy rain, Orwell stepped forward and began to break the magic circle.

The three hundred Dark people looked at the city with disdain.

There was a trace of greed in their eyes.
Chapter completed!