prehistoric calendar

There are immortal races among all races. These are the serious races in the material world. Their birth was a kind of cannon fodder created when the lower plane forces invaded the material world during the first war of all races, such as the blood race and the ghost race.

Clan, such as death knights, etc., all come from this, and their prototypes are actually cannon fodder created to imitate the Hades camp.

For example, the prototype of the Death Knight is the Death Knight in the Hades camp. For example, the prototype of the Blood clan is the Crimson Shadow of the Hades camp. Compared with the undead tribes among all races, the Hades camp is the real death.

Civilization, they already have civilization, a dead civilization.

On the border between the Plant Alliance and the Elf Empire, a post stands here. There are eight soldiers in this post. They are all of the plant race. These eight soldiers are bragging. In fact, although the border post

It's dangerous in name, but it also depends on where the border post is. This is the plant alliance's border with the Elf Empire.

Logically speaking, border outposts are unlikely to encounter war, so the task of the outpost here is not to prepare for war at all, but to clean up the surrounding ferocious beasts and monsters, guard against bandits, and protect merchants. As for those who take turns guarding here,

For the soldiers, this is a job without much profit, and the only benefit is probably leisure.

"Hey, you don't know, right? I saw the dark elf before. That noble girl is a high-level magician. Her figure is very similar to the little girl that the noble gentlemen like most. Her face looks childish but charming, and her face is charming.

It's unbearable to watch from a distance. I really don't know how those gentlemen who marry elven ladies enjoy it." A middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, and then he spoke.

Laughter that all men understand.

The other soldiers also smiled in agreement, and one young man said: "You are talking bad things about the magicians behind their backs. Those magicians have mysterious magic. If you are talking bad things behind their backs,

Be careful the magician turns you into a toad."

The middle-aged man's face froze, but it was naturally impossible to lose the battle at this time. He stiffened his neck and said forcefully: "Don't lie to me. I also know that extraordinary people are also divided into levels. High-level magicians, of course.

It's nothing... big deal. If it's a legend, then I'm willing to

I'm sure I don't dare to say anything, but you, Zhuang, didn't you say last time that you checked the family tree and found that your family has the blood of the tree people and is a superior race? Why don't you see anything special about you? You're just a

They are just ordinary bark tribesmen, but they are also tree tribesmen."

The young man's face suddenly turned red, and he stood up and said, "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"

The middle-aged man said cheerfully: "Why did you taint your innocence? Someone saw it. You ran to your old house in the middle of the night and rummaged through the old genealogy for a long time. Isn't this an attempt to rape the nobles? I heard that at that time

You were hung up and beaten by your father, and the sound was carried to the next village."

The young man's face turned as red as blood, and he murmured something difficult to understand, such as finding a family tree and not being attached to the nobles. He didn't scream when he was beaten, and his family might have tree people blood. The whole post suddenly fell into joy.

In laughter.

Zhuang felt uncomfortable being laughed at, but he couldn't argue with anything. He left the post immediately, casually rode a straw horse and galloped away into the distance.

I don't know how long he ran. After being blown by the cold wind, Zhuang's mood calmed down a little. He got off the horse, walked to a big tree beside the road, and lay down directly in the shadow.

Zhuang is not just randomly guessing that he has the blood of the tree people. As the strongest race in the plant lineage, although the tree people are now weak, in terms of racial talent alone, the tree people surpass the elves by hundreds of blocks.

, as a born extraordinary creature, the tree people will have a transcendent level once they reach adulthood, and they are usually extremely high. Moreover, the tree people are usually high-level or even legendary druids, and they also have various powerful racial talents. For example, the tree people can control

Plants, the control here is not the control like druid spells, but relying on instinct can make plants evolve or degenerate, grow or wither, and even turn plants into plant war weapons, etc. Any tree tribe can

Can be called the plant lord.

Although Zhuang is the son of a rural landowner, he also has his own dream. He wants to become a transcendent, have his own power, and then go on adventures, travel across this wild continent, and see the prosperity of the world, just like those novels

Just like the protagonist described in the book, he finds various ruins, challenges various monsters, and marries beauties from all races...

Thinking of this, Zhuang even drooled. He began to dream about his future. He lay down on the grass like this, with the breeze blowing and the temperature just right. As he thought about it, his eyelids felt heavy, and unknowingly he

Fell asleep.

When Zhuang woke up, it was already dark and it was already the last hour of dusk. Zhuang woke up immediately, quickly mounted a horse that was grazing nearby, and headed towards the outpost.

Inexplicably, Zhuang felt a little cold all over his body, but he didn't take it seriously. He just thought he had caught a cold after sleeping all afternoon. And now that night was falling, it was normal to have a chill. Then Zhuang got closer and closer to the post, and his heart became more and more...

I feel uneasy. This uneasiness comes inexplicably and without warning, just like a person walking on the road at night and suddenly getting goosebumps.

Then, Zhuang saw the guard post, and at the same time he also saw the dense green lights at the guard post. When he saw these green lights, Zhuang felt chilled in his heart. Although he didn't know what these green lights were, he subconsciously

He was about to let the grass horse continue to move forward. Suddenly, a black figure rushed towards him and threw him down on the grass. At the same time, the black shadow stabbed the grass horse hard on the buttocks with a sharp weapon.

He whined and ran straight towards the outpost.

Zhuang was so frightened that he was about to scream, but the black figure covered his mouth and whispered: "It's me, don't scream!"

This voice belonged to the middle-aged man in the team. His voice was hoarse and low, but it sounded extremely pleasant to Zaizhuang. The middle-aged man whispered: "Don't make a sound, don't make a sound."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man slowly let go of his hand covering Zhuang's mouth.

Zhuang didn't yell. He was a soldier after all and had received military training. At this time, he whispered: "What is that? What's going on? Where are the others?"

The middle-aged man remained silent and did not answer. After a long time, the middle-aged man whispered: "Let's go towards the border branch. I now order you in the name of captain, Zhuang, to take the 8th detachment and the 60th detachment."

The second team was ordered to move towards the branch, tell them everything here, tell the nobles, tell the villagers, tell everyone, tell them...run for your life, as far as you can run!!!

"

He was so anxious that he even raised his voice slightly and said: "What's going on! Also, you are not the captain, you are not qualified to order me, tell me quickly, what happened!?"

The middle-aged man did not answer, but said in a low voice, almost suppressed from his throat: "Next, you will be the captain... tell them, tell those gentlemen, tell everyone that there is no one among us.

Retreat, none of us escape..."

He was so anxious that he no longer looked at the sentry post, but at the middle-aged man. Then he was immediately frightened and rolled away several meters away. He even urinated in fear because the middle-aged man had turned into a

The monster... no, it is something more terrifying and terrifying than the monster.

Zhuang saw that the middle-aged man's body had begun to rot, and the back half of his body was being swallowed by a huge leech-like creature. This huge leech-like creature had already swallowed the middle-aged man's back half.

They have all been swallowed, and they are still squirming and devouring, and the rotten upper body of the middle-aged man can no longer be seen as a human being. Although he is still breathing, no one will think that he is still alive, or that he is still alive.

can survive.

The middle-aged man's rotten face revealed a ferocious smile, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Zhuang, are you still breastfeeding!? Get out of here! Take our names, take our names, take them with you!"

Our voices carry our lives, get out, get out!!!”

Zhuang's heart was pinched by a kind of terror. He subconsciously ran away from the outpost, faster and faster, urinating while running. Then the remaining seven members of the team appeared in his mind, and they were talking rudely.

Joking, talking about the harvest in his hometown, laughing at his youth and naivety, laughing at his overestimation, and then...

Zhuang cried out and ran while crying, towards the border branch and towards the border line of the Plant Alliance.