The battle between players and mercenaries continues, and the battle between the black dragon Merrell and more than a dozen silver mercenaries is gradually heating up...
Every moment, players and mercenaries died in battle, blood spilled on the ground, and the corpses slowly disappeared or turned into ashes and scattered with the wind, and Merrell also added a lot of wounds under the siege of everyone.
Of course, the dozen or so silver mercenaries who besieged Merrell didn't have much of an advantage.
They found that the juvenile black dragon was much stronger than they thought.
Even if thirteen people were besieged together, and they used six-ring magic to control the other party in advance, there were still two silver professionals who were slightly weaker and died accidentally under the opponent's sharp claws and dragon breath.
The battle between Heilonghe and the silver mercenaries gradually became stalemate, but the battle of ordinary mercenaries became more and more difficult with another sudden incident.
I saw that the mercenary camp was protected by layers of archers and mages, and suddenly hundreds of mercenaries drew their weapons and backhandedly attacked those long-range mercenaries who concentrated their energy on dealing with peripheral enemies.
That is the first test player who disguised as a mercenary and infiltrated the mercenary group.
As the war has continued, they have gradually moved to the most defensive and vigilant wizards and archers among the mercenaries.
In the sight of other mercenaries who were either shocked or puzzled, these powerful first-test players jumped back one after another, laughing loudly, giving the mercenary group a center bloom...
With the attack of the players in the first test, the situation on the entire battlefield became more chaotic. The players on the periphery burst into cheers, and the mercenaries were faintly showing signs of collapse.
The fierce battle became more and more fierce, and the ground was already stained with blood red, but what everyone did not notice was that the blood spilled on the ground seemed to be pulled by some inexplicable force and began to move along a certain trajectory.
A huge and complex magic circle was formed below the battlefield.
At the moment when the magic circle was formed, dozens of "Border Uncle's Mage" hidden among the mercenaries drew a dagger from their arms at the same time and pierced their heart decisively.
The surrounding mercenaries were stunned by their sudden suicide.
Then, they were horrified to find that black blood began to spurt from the chests of these suicidal mages.
The bodies of these mages, like ice and snow that encountered flames, melted instantly and turned into a pool of black sludge with a foul smell.
The sludge was quickly combined with the magic circle on the ground, and the quiet magic circle burst into a deep brilliance, emitting a trace of black mist.
An evil and chaotic atmosphere began to spread on the battlefield.
The fighting mercenaries felt their bodies sink, as if something was pulling their legs.
They lowered their heads subconsciously, and then found in horror that black arms emerged from the ground, grabbed their bodies, and exuded an evil and dark power, constantly eroding into their bodies...
With the erosion, these mercenaries were horrified to discover that their bodies had begun to expand, growing layers of black ferocious scales.
Players are also eroded by this strange force.
However, these black arms can only grab the players' bodies and cannot penetrate their bodies.
But even so, players were taken aback by the sudden changes:
"Damn it! Such a thing? It startled me when I lowered my head!"
"Shadow? Shadow monster? This thing is pulling my legs!"
"Chop them!"
The weapons exchanged in the mall seem to have unexpected lethality on this weird arm.
Players didn't spend too much effort cleaning up these weird black hands that entangled themselves.
However, almost all the mercenaries in the center of the huge circle began to mutate in the direction of the monsters.
With the erosion of black energy, most of them have lost their minds and let out a roar like a beast.
At this time, the first test players finally recognized the changes in the mercenaries:
"Not good! They are mutating towards the Desperate Scale Monster!"
"Can't let them change! Kill them!"
The dozen or so silver mercenaries who fought the black dragon also noticed the changes on the battlefield.
Seeing that the mercenaries were constantly being eroded by strange forces and turned into monsters, they were shocked and angry.
However, they soon stopped paying attention to others.
Because they were horrified to discover that their bodies had also begun to be eroded by that black power.
At this time, the mercenary who first started to mutate has finally turned into a complete monster.
The ferocious black armor and the iconic dragon tail are exactly the scale monsters of despair that players have encountered before!
However, after turning into despair scale monsters, the mutation of their bodies did not end, but continued to expand.
And with the expansion, countless cracks opened in their bodies, and black mists continued to spread from them...
In the end, they finally reached their limit, and with a howl of pain, their bodies burst into puddles of mud surrounded by black mist.
And these sludges, as if they had life, instantly rushed to the black dragon Myrel, who was controlled by the devil vine.
Merrell was also eroded by that strange power.
At this moment, although its body did not change, its eyes gradually became empty and dull.
It was almost without resistance, and it was wrapped in the strange sludge that poured in.
"caught you."
In a certain secret space, an old voice sounded slowly, with a hint of complacency.
Then, I saw a strong spatial fluctuation suddenly surged from Merrell's body.
Under a deep light, its huge body suddenly became illusory, twisted, and gradually disappeared...
This is teleportation.
Not magic, but a teleportation technique unique to mythical creatures.
Every existence that steps into the myth can spend divine power on the plane where it is located, and start teleportation where its own power can reach.
However, this time, it was not Eve who performed teleportation, but Nidhogg, the dragon of despair.
Using mercenaries to hunt black dragons or something is fake.
His real purpose is to take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate his power into the battlefield, and to capture and teleport the black dragon back to where he is.
You don't need to show yourself, you don't need to show yourself.
No matter who the other party is, no matter what kind of trap the other party sets, Nidhogg will never step into it.
Just grab your target back.
Nidhogg believed that no one knew that he could do such a teleportation.
Because this kind of teleportation is actually easily interrupted by other mythical beings, within the sphere of influence of other mythical beings, they can easily stop this kind of teleportation.
However, having mastered the power of the abyss, Nidhogg has a way to use the power of the abyss to simulate the realm of the gods from a long distance and temporarily isolate the power of other true gods.
The huge magic circle on the ground just now is what he used to simulate the realm of the gods.
Therefore, no matter who the opponent is, in the realm of the gods he simulates, he cannot stop him from teleporting the black dragon away.
Of course, this kind of divine domain is fake, and it can be easily deciphered for the existence of mythology.
Nidhogg, however, seized on this time difference.
He succeeded.
Merrell's figure disappeared, and the magic circle on the ground collapsed suddenly, leaving only a group of mutated mercenaries and players to continue to fight.
And somewhere in Maple Leaf Collar, in a hidden underground ruin.
An illusory dragon-shaped figure is entrenched in the deepest part of the ruins.
Suddenly, a deep light flashed in front of him, and a young black dragon with injuries appeared.
It was Merrill.
Looking at the black dragon that appeared in front of him, the illusory dragon face of the dragon-shaped phantom showed a faint smugness and joy.
He stretched out his illusory dragon claws and grabbed at Meriel.
But at the moment when he was about to catch the opponent, Merrell's dull gaze suddenly became agile.
I saw its pair of scarlet vertical pupils turned into a pair of magnificent purple pupils, and instantly looked at the illusory dragon-shaped phantom.
"caught you."
An ethereal female voice resounded in the ruins.
The dragon-shaped phantom's smile froze on his face.