The demon hunter shook his coat that had been baked by high temperature, and the charred textile on his arms fell all over the floor, while the red-robed spell caster on the opposite side knelt on the ground and retching.

"Head, Vitoria is fine." Li Bingheng's voice came from behind, causing the demon hunter to stop in front of the red-robed spellcaster, and [Nar's Fire-shaped Great Sword] was placed on the other party's shoulder.

"Who are you?" The demon hunter looked at the young man condescendingly. The other party's age did not seem to be more than twenty-five years old, but in the moment of the previous fight, he showed outstanding qualities.

"My name is Witt, the great witch king Zhijie? The fifth-level mage under Turing's seat." The red-robed spellcaster stood up with an ugly expression: "Your employer, your commander in the next few days, your spell supporter."

"Oh?" The Demon Hunter rubbed his sword against the other party's shoulder: "I'm so sorry, I'm overreacting."

"Back to my seat, mercenaries, I'm not hiring you to come here, not to let you fight in the fight before the battle begins." The wizard Witt's eyes swept over the several Seris people: "After a while, you follow me and are responsible for protecting my safety, and increase the commission by 10%.

"There are ten minutes left to land, and there are endless battles waiting for you." The mage Witt sneered and returned to his cabin.

"Land?" Li Yanlong looked at his teammates around him in confusion: "Did he just say landing?"

Ten minutes later, the question was answered, and as the enclosed cabin opened a passage from the side, the sun and heat waves rushed in from outside, and the group walked out of the wooden cabin.

In a grand canyon, thousands of armed soldiers were gathered here, and after being reorganized, they were led by mages to join the long front against the Tyran Zerg.

When the last mercenary in the cabin came out, the huge airship, which looked very simple, sounded its whistle and spewed out a stream of white steam. The giant, which gradually grew forty meters long, soared into the air.

Its movement was so smooth that the demon hunter and his group had no idea that they were in the sky before.

In the sky, dozens of such huge airships rose and fell, and the mercenaries, warriors, and battle groups recruited by the mages from various places were placed here.

"Great Witch King, this is the promised land!" The strong man who had been taught a lesson by the female warriors had knelt on his knees, raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "I, son of the Crazy Bull Tribe, Tupac? The Crazy Bull will glorify your name!"

No one of the mercenaries who passed by were wasting their attention on this barbarian, and the mad bull was obviously not the only one who prayed to the Witch King here.

Many alien warriors with different dresses are praying for victory and glory to the witch kings in their own rituals.

A man with a big belly that was almost deformed with silver armor, holding a leather whip, floating behind him with a quill and a stack of parchment paper, as if automatically recording something.

"Okay, Team 176, yes, you will be Team 176 in the future." The fat man pointed his carrot-sized finger at the mercenaries who had just gotten off the airship and were observing the surrounding environment and said, "Let me check it out, well, it's up to the command of Master Viter."

The fat man adjusted the monolithic eyes stuck to the bridge of his nose and waved his hand. A young man in a red robe ran over.

The Demon Hunter noticed that this man's red robe was very simple, with much less decoration than the mage named Witt on the airship. It seemed that they used this way to distinguish levels?

"You follow him!" The fat man pulled out a piece of parchment on the top of the back and handed it to the young mage: "Apprentice, take them to the 370th Soldier Station, and the mage Witt will count the number of people there at fifteen:10, Standard Eastern Time, and it's not easy to be late!"

"I understand!" The young apprentice hurriedly grabbed the parchment in the fat man's hand: "Okay, soldiers! Come with me, we must catch the next personnel carrier!"

A group of mercenaries followed the mage apprentice through the dense crowd in a daze. Most of them saw this for the first time.

There were huge airships all over the sky, soaring in the sky in the steam, and spellcasters who rarely appeared in front of the world were everywhere. Apprentices in shabby red robes ran back and forth in the camp, receiving orders after order.

Occasionally appearing in the sky like a meteor is the formal mage who releases Le Feixing Technique, and the direct managers of the Witch King in white armor are called the Templars.

These people are not wizards, but they can use the power of magic. On this land, the witch kings are like gods walking on the earth.

In fact, countless barbarians living in remote mountainous areas on the New World regard them as true gods and worship them.

For example, the Crazy Bull, whose eyes were bigger than the copper bell, was the most powerful warrior in the Crazy Bull tribe. He traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers just to be selected by the Witch King and participate in the eternal holy war.

The mage Witt fulfilled his wish and brought him to the front line against the Tyron Zerg. This is a super giant magic defense array jointly established by the witch kings, forming a ring, surrounding the bottomless pit that appeared in the Tyron Zerg.

This line of defense has been divided into countless small systems, circling and interlacing, forming a circular defense belt with a depth of nearly 70 kilometers. The Demon Hunter is about to go to one of the defense points, the group of defense points that are at the forefront.

The origin of the bottomless deep pit is nowhere to be verified, and no one except the Witch King can tell how it appeared. Everyone generally believes that this is a Witch King accidentally connected the door to a certain world of death while conducting a dangerous experiment. The Tyran Zerg has been raging the New World for nearly two hundred years.

From a certain perspective, the reason why those indigenous tribes were still born on this continent was indeed because the Witch King curbed the expansion of the Tyron Zerg.

However, the Witch Kings only regard it as an interesting game, or a huge biological test field, a weapon test field, and also a huge social structure test field.

The Tyron Zerg was limited by the Witch Kings to the invincible pit of the New World, and a large number of war machines and slave soldiers were sent to this war that lasted for hundreds of years.

The outside world has no idea that there is a beast that can destroy the world here and is restricted to a cage. The witch king Saruman, who is currently in charge of controlling the bottomless deep pit battlefield, plans to introduce some green skins and insects to fight against each other.

This experiment was approved by more than half of the witch kings, and they all wanted to see which species was more aggressive.

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