The Ogre’s Food Box

As the killer king on the Dota continent, the vision of the blade of death is naturally one-of-a-kind.

He can see at a glance that the little ogre has a sixth-level primary rank, which is the realm of the pseudo-sanctuary, and he can also see that Gron is just a rookie newcomer who has just stepped into the sanctuary. The underlying rules of the plane, but due to time and experience, they have not really mastered their own domain rules.

The realm is the identification of the strongest in the Sanctuary and their ultimate killer. In the face of a ruled field where a strong sacred domain is fully open, the only means of confrontation is to open up your own field and try to override the rules defined by the other party with your own plane rules.

Especially in a similar field, such as the most common environment-changing field, the strength itself is already insignificant. The only condition for winning is to have more low-level rule definition authority than the opponent. For example, if the opponent defines the battlefield as lava hell, then he must change it into a snowy ice field ...

It is in order to avoid this situation that the old knife of the death blade took nearly a hundred years to abandon the definition of the environment and define itself, to create a completely unique area of ​​avatars that can best play its own strengths.

He renounced the competence to compete with others for the definition of the lower-level rules of the plane, but proceeded from himself, and made his own existence the "unique" underlying rule, and forcibly changed "one" to "seven."

Of course, the price to be paid by others is also unimaginable, even incomprehensible. Even the old knife himself has no way to be sure that after many battles, he is still not the original "self". Or just a copy of a domain rule ...

As the world's top assassin, after setting the goal in mind, once the old knife initiates the assassination, at least 90% of them will be able to grasp it. However, this probability of success is based on knowing oneself and the other. The old knife had expected Goron to deal with himself in various ways, such as the powerful shamanic arts he knew.

However, the old knives are countless, and he never thought that there was a "Warcraft pet" with the rule field hidden in Goron. But he clearly didn't feel the slightest breath of the trainer or druid from the little ogre. Shaman sacrificial servants are well-known, but they have never heard that they can also drive the holy level super-order Warcraft.

The abyss field opened by the daughter of the Goron dragon can forcibly define a range of hundreds of meters into the deep sea world. This is a cold and dark world that is difficult to breathe and has great pressure. It is the most annoying field type of the old knife.

"Missed, withdraw!"

"Want to run? You still die of this heart!" Of course, the field opened by her own girl, Gorron will certainly not be affected. Seeing the blade of death, she will turn around and escape after the small whale is thrown away. Gorron's face shows a sneer. , Summon the ground-bound totem to further limit the action of the old knife, and then directly incarnate into the cannibal King Kong, grab the legs of the death blade that is not as fast as the normal state, and directly tear into two halves with a strange roar.

"This feel ..."

Killing a saint-level strongman with his own hands, Ogre Vajra brought the corpse in his hand to his eyes, looking at the **** half-body, feeling the gradually dissipating soul in the domain space ... This sense of reality is not false at all, Gronn was quite sure that the body belonged to the old knife himself, and he could not die anymore.

But he glanced around, and he clearly saw several old knives still alive.

"The original domain can still be used in this way ..." Gron has been searching for his own domain since he successfully advanced into the Pseudo Sanctuary. But it was not smooth. Although he had many battle experiences, he even saw the God-level battlefield with his own eyes. But this happened to be a stumbling block in his field. It is precisely because he has seen too much that he knows too much, but he has no way to start. The power he possesses is more complicated, coupled with the limitations of years and other factors, it has led him to not really belong to his own field.

After he saw the old knife's avatar, the little ogre suddenly felt a sudden and cheerful feeling. It wasn't that he wanted to imitate the old knife, but he took the opportunity to successfully get rid of the unnecessary shackles of his body.

The realm is a low-level rule that belongs to its own plane. There should not be any restrictions at all. As long as it really belongs to you and you need it, any element can be shaped into its own domain power.

When Gron was in deep contemplation, the battle over was over. The death sword of the most famous killer king on the mainland originally had countless kinds of life-saving and escape methods, but here there is the mainland's second strongest desert king sitting town.

As the killer king's old opponent for many years, the desert king's understanding of the means of death is probably no second person who can find the Dota continent. From the beginning, she has been cutting off all the escape routes of the old knife. Even if she had long seen that the death blade's assassination target was the little ogre, she would not care to block it. Of course, it also stems from her absolute confidence in her little lover.

After all, the Darkwalker is still a Darkwalker, and even the Supreme Killer of the Sanctuary level is also invisible. In the face of the siege of a group of powerful men, especially the mace wielded by the one-eyed ogre Joba, with the help of the Desert King, The delicate and sinister dagger of the old knife turned into a joke in front of the giant. In addition to the cursed energy, magic traps, and death blades laid out in the desert king's four ancestors, the domain avatars were destroyed one by one. In the end, only one living mouth was knocked off by the desert king, and the shadow fighting was sealed and the life was captured.

"Humph, this time Laozi confessed it, he will kill you as you want, anyway, you will be killed by the outside army before long, the soul will fall into hell, and the soul who will perform my oracle will rise into it. heaven."

Seeing an old knife with a hard mouth like iron, someone turned his eyes to the little ogre.

Anyone who knows Gron knows that he has many good methods for "torturing a confession by torture". For example, the "human vase" placed in the secret meeting room of the Black City Chamber of Commerce has played a key role in the rapid development of the chamber of commerce. . Many collaborators who plan to eat black or try to misbehave naturally abandoned the original plan after seeing the vase. After all, there are a lot of people who are not afraid of death, but if it is not to survive, it is another matter.

While many people were waiting to watch a good show, the little ogre slammed the old knife with a clean foot.

Although he also wanted to know the specific situation of the army of fanatics outside the siege, such as the intelligence of the mysterious priest reinforcement that could suppress the curse of the desert king, he was very interested. However, as for what the little ogre intends to do next, whether there is intelligence, the size of the enemy army, how many strong ... these seem to be unimportant.

Anyway, it's all about one pot.

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"You said, can the old knife succeed?"

Outside the city of Fort Mandala, among the army of fanatics, a few strong men with obvious identities are looking at the Doomsday Castle not far away.

"It's not easy to say, after all, there is that troublesome fat female monster. That is the existence of the second strongest man in the mainland. Now that Rethuss's whereabouts are unknown, she is probably the most powerful in this plane. Woman. "

"Humph!" A sneer of disdain from a certain population after hearing this.

"What kind of compost meat? What is the second strongest man in the mainland? It's ridiculous. Which of the big elders at the bottom of our Crystal Lake is not stronger than the pig."

"What is blowing, your troubled Master of Crystal Lake is really good at making wind and waves, and stirring wind and rain in the background is really no one can handle it, but to say that the front is hard steel, and it comes out to do a good job. I have n’t heard of how many of you have an outstanding record. "

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The members of the fanatic coalition are very complicated. They come from all corners of the mainland. They have regular soldiers, the Holy See and the noble private soldiers, the lone gods and hermits, and even a large number of civilians and ordinary believers.

Many people here are still life and death enemies, the kind of relationship that kills when they meet, with a clear and clear chain of contempt, it is impossible to condense into a single iron plate. They can gather together to form this loose alliance, originally from the infinite admiration of the "big face true god" in heaven, just to complete the will of the true **** and purify this sinful capital. Use sinner's blood to wash away your sins.

Precisely because of the "God is three feet and there is a god", even if you are staying with the enemy, before completing the oracle, everyone just fights and ridicules and has satirized the addiction. To play.

"Hey, look, what's that?" In the chaos, someone saw the main entrance of Fort Mandala suddenly open, and then saw a petite beautiful young boy walking slowly out of it.

It was the little ogre Gron.

As soon as the man came out, the door behind the mandala fortified behind him was closed, and then the layered totem poles sealed the castle door firmly.

The teenager seemed to be expelled to death. Feeling tens of thousands of fierce bloodthirsty eyes directly falling on himself, even if the mind has been tempered into iron, killing does not blink, and ogren teenagers who eat people and don't put salt also feel a little chill behind. However, he did not flinch, and continued to walk towards the camp of the fanatics.

In the battlefield full of blood and fire, and corpses like mountains, a beautiful young man with a peerless face walked towards thousands of blushing killers. This scene was endlessly desolate and weird, so crazy The Legion did not immediately swarm up, chopping this flimsy young man who seemed to be blown down into meat sauce.

"Why? Do n’t you all believe that the‘ gadget ’in the sky, come here to kill people? I ’m here, why no one came to kill me?”

The little ogre sneered mercilessly, and the provocative words were full of disdain for these selfish crazy, perverted bloodthirsty people, and even the giant face above the sky.

His words were like a Mars thrown into a gunpowder barrel, instantly bursting the army of fanatics, without the need for someone to order, and instantly an innumerable number of people rushed at him with the spirit of dedication. There are many famous fifth- and sixth-order strongmen on the mainland.

In this case, let's not say that Gron is just a novice rookie who has just entered the sixth-order pseudo sanctuary. Even the real seventh-order sanctuary is here, and will be drowned by this torrent of blood immediately.

Facing this scene, the expression on the face of the little ogre showed some hesitation and struggle. However, when he saw the countless twisted faces in front of him, the last wave of shaking finally disappeared completely.

"Yeah, this world really needs to be 'cleaned'."

The voice of the little ogre fell, and the ground beneath him suddenly rose. A tens of meters wide and hundreds of meters high, revealing endless magnificence. The extremely gorgeous gold-colored door rose up, and the little ogre was abolished. Topped into the air.

Behind the fanatical legion, a clergyman whose head and face were all hidden under the cloak stared at the door stupefyingly. There seemed to be a bit of doubt in his eyes, a little unbelievable, and suddenly he shouted and pointed at the door: Oh my God, I am great, then, that is the 'gate of hell'! "