Dragon-Marked War God

Above a dark sky, a dark shadow, passing constantly, like lightning, a dark sky, depressing.

High and low mountain hills, mountainous hills, trenches, a standing stalagmite, a hundred heights, stone forests and thorns.

The low roar, from time to time, emanates from the mountain forest, as if the beast were inviolable in showcasing its territorial sovereignty.

“It's already deep in Mount Birch, then go inside, but it's the Dark Forest, child spirit! ”

A lean young man in a white linen coat said calmly, watching with vigilance the movements around him, afraid to miss any wind blowing.

“Yeah, we're here to hunt the Dark Heart this time, but if we go any deeper, it's probably dangerous. ”

Another man in a long brown shirt, also accompanied by an echo of peace, his eyes were equally sharp, his eyes murdering, constantly waving, be careful at every moment, or else he could fall into a place where there was no escape.

Even the strong who stood at the top of the pyramid would not dare to walk in the Dark Forest.

“Afraid of what? We haven't entered the Dark Forest yet. Besides, the few of us are here to practice. We're not here to relax. If we're going to get excited, we're going to play with heartbeat. What happened to the Dark Forest? Since I was a child, I haven't met a decent warcraft. I'm not leaving today. I have to see if there are more powerful warcraft here. ”

The child spirit said arrogantly, with two ponytail braids, a fat, beefy face, some baby fat, but very watchful, belonging to the kind of cynical, playful little beauty, an attack on the red fur coat, the chill in the eyes, the deterrent heart, this seemingly harmless red pepper is not an oil saving lamp.

Even in the face of the forest of darkness, the child spirit has no fear at all, the nascent calf is not afraid of tigers. Over the years in Norton City, she has been the enemy of the drought, the only brother who can fight against her, has also left. She must gather the heart of darkness. Only by obtaining a hundred heart of darkness can she be eligible to participate in the battlefield killing. Although she is a daughter, the child spirit is no worse than any man.

“Grandma, if you have something long or short, we'll both have to bury you. ”

Balzaha said helplessly that he now just wants to get out of here as soon as possible. Mount Birch is already scarce, and if he goes forward, he may face the super warcraft in the Dark Forest, and once entwined, he will most likely bury his bones here forever.

This is no joke. Years ago, his two uncles went into the Dark Forest looking for warcraft, hunting the Dark Heart, and never came back.

“Yeah, Spirit, come on, we're not married yet. You have to let us enjoy our old age. ”

Sandra cried her face and looked at Barzakh with soft legs. They were not star-strong people, even star-strong ones, who invaded the heart of the Dark Forest without breaking and entering, and could be wiped out by the Dark Devil.

Rumor has it that the Dark Demon God is the master of the Dark Forest. Any intruder will be ruthlessly wiped out by him. Gradually, the Dark Forest will become the paradise of the Warcraft. No one dares to step deeper. Even those who hunt the Dark Heart will dare to move only outside and never go deeper into it.

The heart of darkness is the heart of warcraft in the Dark Forest and grows all the time in the Dark Forest, making their hearts extremely powerful, and even harder currency here.

And the criterion for entering the battlefield is to hunt down a hundred dark hearts. Only a true brave man can rise in the forest of darkness and become an immortal legend in the battlefield.

“You two pussies still want to fuck me? I'm a pussy. Fuck off. Fuck off. I'm a dozen dark hearts away. If I can get a hundred, I'll be able to go to the warehouse. ”

The child spirits whispered, grinning, pushing off the balzaha in front of her, a posture besides my own, fearless of the heavens and the earth, disrespectful of ghosts.

For her, it was a big adventure, a thrill, and a lot of fun.

“To be a true warrior, you can't be timid, you can't retreat, all the dangers are paper tigers. ”

The appearance of spiritual superiority has left Barzakh and Sandra out of sight, but this forest of darkness is not accessible to ordinary people, and its level of danger is unprecedented. If it is in danger, it is the fear of life.

“Giggle, little girl, this brave, truly commendable, I love it. ”

A silver bell-like voice rang through the sky, echoing around the stone forest for a long time. The laughter, though delightful, made the three like enemies. At this time, in a place like this, it is definitely not good to come!

“It's a ghost, get out of here! ”

The spirits looked around coldly, with a gloomy face and a delicate taste.

“Who? Out? Cut the garlic in here. ”

“That's right, I'm not afraid of you. This is not the Dark Forest. Don't pretend to be a ghost here. ”

Barzakh and Sandra are all waiting because they have no idea where the sound came from.

The third person's eyes crossed and all became more serious, and the crisis was at hand, and they were no longer allowed to leave.

A shadow like a white moonlight slowly came from the direction of the Dark Forest, one long blue cow, took a slow step, the sound of a loud voice, and let the three eyes converge.

Above the cow, a woman in white with a thousand layers of braids, holding a conch and blowing gently.

Women's euphemism, superb temperament, a little more elegant and feminine than children's spirits, to be precise, is the charm of demons, like fox essence, a smile, all make your soul dream.

She was posing, shaking her figure on the cow's back, like a wonderful dance position, keeping Balzaha and Sandra both frowns locked because they were already attracted to the white woman in front of them.

“Are you from the Dark Forest? ”

The child spirit stared dead at the woman in white, holding the firecloud gun in her hand and ready to strike.

“So what, not what? Now that you're here, stay. Your bravery is your doomsday. ”

White women smile, clothes float, moonshine, such as white magic girlfriend, blow conch, the three faces change, sonic attack, instant disturbance of their minds, face also hard to look.

“Don't listen! ”

The spirit bites his teeth and says, his eyebrows are wrinkled and his breathing is impatient.

“Now, I'm afraid it's too late. Grrrrrr. ”

White women's whistling whistles, distractions, children's spirits and others cover their ears, kneel directly on the ground, pain or not.

“You go first, Linger! ”

Barzakha bites his teeth and tries to lift the spirit, but he has become a tough man.

“No, go! Let's go! Let's go! ”

The spirits whispered, but the three of them could not keep their hearts and minds at all. This spiral was too perverse to deal with.

“Wanna go? No way! ”

The white woman's voice had just fallen, a meteor-like figure descending from the sky, tightening her pupils and changing her face.

“Bang--”

A loud bang lifted herself to the ground, and even her mount was smashed into a meatloaf.

And the one who smashed the green bull, Heran is the river dust!