The lord is red again

Leaving the Star Dragon Outpost, bypassing the shadow area where the aura of disaster had long been dispersed, and continuing to move north.

This is the birthplace of the undead, and also an ancient battlefield.

The piled up hills of corpses have been scraped off the last bit of flesh on the bones by wind and frost and scavengers, and the spears and swords that have penetrated the chest have corroded themselves in the rust.

The hills and dead trees blocked the slanting sun, and the shadows stretched by the light extended the dead branches and fangs of the mountains, as if the abyss of disaster was baring its fangs and claws.

Going through the mountains, the towering mountains around created a circle and a rotten city-state.

The stacked skulls built a rockery, and the dark and dead silence continued to gush out.

"Crack" a skull rolled, disturbing the entire dead silence.

The skull that rolled on the ground cracked, and a palm-sized dung beetle emerged from the skull's eye socket, shaking its disgusting long whiskers. It lived a good life.

The battlefield ruthlessly abandoned by life, the place hated by all the winners, except the wind and scavengers, nothing else is willing to approach.

The figure holding the sword stepped on the dung beetle, and the iron boots burst into juice.

"Is there any here?"

The red-haired undead turned his head and looked, asking himself: "It should be here."

The sobbing wind made the air whine, and the tumbleweeds that came from nowhere brushed against the ankles, making people wonder if this place is not far from the desert?

"The materials are too far away," another undead shrugged, not afraid even when facing the miserable battlefield in front of him. There is nothing to be afraid of when playing games, but there are also things that can make his heart beat faster and uneasy, that is, this trip may not gain anything.

"The Heart of Disaster" is a very precious thing, and many fragments have been accumulated, but there is no option to synthesize fragments.

Some people have speculated that perhaps the Heart of Disaster must be obtained from the BOSS, at least it must be an elite monster.

So far, no one has been able to get the second Heart of Disaster. The only beneficiary is the undead named "Xue Li's younger brother", a level 11 two-headed giant, who enjoys a unique look.

Breaking through the server limit and reaching level 11 in a peculiar way, although it is a huge two-headed monster, no one has thought of refusing. In the past ten days, they have enjoyed enough swords and guns. Magic and extraordinary power are what they pursue.

The two stopped at the same time. They walked too far and there was no way ahead.

The white fog blocked the distant mountain. Habit told them that this should be an "air wall". There might be more opportunities to continue forward, but it would definitely be more dangerous.

"Forward?"

"Go and have a look"

The fog that cannot distinguish the direction completely makes people lose their sense of direction after entering.

Both parties can only determine each other's position by sound.

"Do you want to go back?" The red-haired undead opened all his senses. The oppressive feeling brought by the sticky fog made people breathless, and the muscles of the body trembled uncontrollably.

Even when facing Lind and the two-headed man with full firepower, they didn't have this feeling.

"There is a BOSS ahead!"

The BOSS means there is a "Heart of Disaster". The option of promotion is right in front of you. It's just that you drop some unimportant things after dying once. The option is not difficult.

"There is water" Listening to the sound of the spring flowing and hitting the stones, a strange feeling filled my heart.

Maybe this is the source of the stream between Xinglong Post and Prey Town? Smelling the moisture in the air that can't be distinguished from the water flow or the thick fog, the two walked forward step by step.

The ground soon became soft, but not muddy. The water flow seemed to be always in front, tempting the creatures that lack water sources here to follow their instincts and move forward.

The two bent down to check.

"Sand, similar to the soil of the post, does not store water."

They should not be too far away.

But after walking a distance forward, the touch of the ground under their feet disappeared, and the ups and downs that made it difficult to walk were forced into their feet.

"Branches, and trunks, didn't we continue to go west?"

It was undoubtedly a fantasy to determine their direction in the thick fog.

The broken stones and the branches of the trees that hurt their feet made them subconsciously think that they had changed their direction and walked south without knowing it, and perhaps walked back to the dead woods west of the Star Dragon Post.

Maybe they would see the ghost claw tree after walking for a while. It was up to them to choose whether to go north to the Mad Sage Village or to go south to enter the forbidden area.

"Do you feel hot?"

"Well, it's like, approaching a big furnace"

As they spoke, they stretched their hands forward and could clearly feel the direction of the heat.

Continuing to move forward and approaching the big furnace was obviously their only choice, because even if they turned around and left, they could not determine the direction of departure, and there was a high probability that they would circle around in the same place.

Find out what is ahead, and then "return to the city" in the way of death.

The road ahead became tortuous and bumpy, and ruins and other buildings began to appear. Could it be that there was a town here?

The town in the mist naturally has the temptation to make the undead's heart boil.

Get closer.

"Splash!" A leg accidentally stepped into the deep water and the noise was very loud.

The red-haired undead reached down and probed: "It's a pool of water, very deep, and very cold."

He moved the water with his hand, and the splashing sound was very harsh in the silent fog.

"Wait, did you notice..." the companion hurriedly reminded.

"What?" The red-haired undead raised his head.

A gust of wind suddenly hit the front, and the thick fog was rolled into a huge ball in an instant, and dispersed after hitting the two people.

The vision in front of him finally became clear for a moment.

A quick sweep, the ruined city, the dead forest, and the huge black water beyond the field of vision in front of him, which could not be described by the word "pool".

The knees were used to press the water surface, and circles of rings quickly radiated and dispersed with the knees as the center.

The thick fog filled up in a hurry, blocking their eyes again.

"I feel something is wrong."

"It seems to be getting hotter!"

"Retreat!" The fear instinct in their hearts urged them to retreat. Whether it was the sudden appearance of a huge water body in the dry area or the fear instinct of the bottomless waters, they told them that they could postpone their exploration.

Be more sincere.

The two of them ran to the back, but their eyes did not forget to stare at the direction where the heat came from.

A cluster of light suddenly lit up in the thick fog, and the swaying yellow flames flashed quickly and expanded.

The air suddenly became hot, and the heat in the original thick fog became insignificant at this moment.

There was no time to dodge, and the flames that completely dominated the vision enveloped the two undead.

"What is that?"

From beginning to end, they could not see the source of the fire.