Yang Dashuan felt that someone was calling him.

I don’t know who it is, but when I just turned around, the stairs behind me disappeared.

"Fuck!" Yang Dashuan stood there in a daze, blinking his eyes for a long time but didn't react. The stairs behind him were still pretty good, but why did they disappear? [bsp;    Yang Dashuan turned his head and looked at it for a long time but didn't react.

What's going on?

The two neatly arranged braziers behind it were gone, and replaced by a large fog that blocked the view from all places. However, the road ahead still did not change, and the steps half-blade high, and the lights on both sides guided the road ahead.

"Master!" Thad shouted in a low voice.

Yang Dashuan turned his head and looked at the ogre.

This guy's crotch-like steps suddenly became wet - he was afraid. His two stone pillar-like thighs kept shaking, and the smelly yellow liquid flowed down from his thighs. To be honest, the combat power of the ogres is not bad, especially those black-lined two-headed ogres.

These guys are about three blades tall and harder than rocks, and can make ogres and giant elephants and even mammoth warriors challenge! Moreover, their natural two heads and restorativeness are not inferior to those behemoths and even some monsters.

But these guys are born to bully the weak and fear the strong, and they only pick persimmons when beating people.

This is the only thing that makes Yang Dashuan feel a headache!

"What's going on?" Yang Dashuan looked at THAAD with his eyelids.

"I'm afraid!" Thad held the mace like a woman and kept twisting.

"Fuck!" Lao Yang slapped this guy on the spot.

Thade was beaten to a 720-degree circling in the air, rolling on the ground for several times before stopping, Thade was beaten to run around the ground.

Yang Dashuan has decided that after pushing this magical eagle down, he must train these ogres when he goes back. There are too many ogres on the wasteland. Although there are not many powerful black-lined double-headed ogres, other natives are also a kind of combat power for the territory. This not only plays a very important role in the present but also in the future.

Thad climbed up from the ground tremblingly, not even daring to hum.

After beating THAAD, Yang Dashuan's mood immediately improved. He seemed to have heard someone calling him, but when he turned around, the way he came was gone... So there was no way, so Lao Yang had to keep his head shut and continue walking forward.

The remaining three steps pass by in a blink of an eye.

Yang Dashuan rushed into the temple first. The temple was empty, with spider webs hanging on the corners and beams, looking like it had been declining for a long time.

On the inside of the temple, there was no gloomy feeling before.

As soon as he came in, Yang Dashuan was attracted by the paintings on the inner wall of the temple.

These paintings look a bit old. They are not painted with painters or carved with chisels by stonemasons... but are painted with magic.

"Thad, what other things do you ogres do besides releasing the 'bloodthirst technique'?" Yang Dashuan couldn't help but stop standing in front of the wall. There was no doubt that the painting on this wall was filled with the bold punk style of the abyss, revealing an unparalleled heavy metal feeling everywhere. Except for the aborigines on the abyss plane, no creature can embody this style so vividly!

But isn't the wasteland a magical desert?

Yang Dashuan immediately denied this sentence in his heart. Since the ogre can even release the "bloodthirst technique", can it still be called the "magic desert"? This must be a message made up by some boring scholars in the alliance!

"I heard those old guys in the tribe say that a long time ago, there were ogres who could fire-type magic and power-type magic..." Sad glanced at Yang Dashuan with a gaze and added another sentence. "But I haven't seen it before."

It's true!

Although THAAD added a sentence in the end, these words were only heard, but Yang Dashuan firmly believed it.

There shouldn't be a race that is completely inseparable from magic on this continent. Even a brain as stupid as Beamon will have a priest's inheritance, and even a brain as stupid as Dwarfs will have a clan that inherits magic. "Bloodthirst" is not uncommon among black-lined two-headed ogres, and has even become common.

In such a situation, Yang Dashuan of course believes that THAAD's words are absolutely true.

Then in this case, the wall is likely to be the hands of an ogre from the abyss plane!

The picture was recorded in Yang Dashuan as if it were printed. As he witnessed the painting on the wall, Yang Dashuan's idea of ​​destroying the temple became stronger and stronger. The content in the painting must not be revealed, otherwise it will definitely cause a whirlpool on the Hekai Continent that no one can stop it!

"Click!"

The slight sound in the temple pulled Yang Dashuan out of the painting on the wall. Looking along the sound, Yang Dashuan's pupils suddenly shrank. He felt a sensation of coldness all over his body, and his body temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant.

The statue of the god moved!

The spider wrapped in the cuticle of the stone moved just now, and Yang Dashuan could clearly see that the right forelimb of the spotted spider actually had a fleshy visual sense. A layer of stone that seemed to be peeled off on the ground.

Thad shook his body and stuffed his fist into his mouth, fearing that he would bite off his tongue because he was too scared.

"Click!"

The statue moved again.

But this time, it was not like before, but it moved and touched the whole body.

The big spider trembled all over as if it was electric shocked, and the stone shell fell to the ground, like an egg stripped off the shell... Of course, this big spider trembled as it looked dangerous.

Yang Dashuan clenched the Destroyer.

A thick fog suddenly rose, blocking the entrance to the temple and the only exit.

The large spider jumped off the desk where the statue was worshipped. The light and agile movements made Yang Dashuan cut off the idea of ​​escaping. The large spider directly blocked the door, and its huge but not bloated body almost covered the door firmly.

Flames were rising everywhere, and purple flames suddenly burned from the bronze maid lamp in the temple, whizzing upwards, as if they were being controlled by a pair of hands. A woman's face gradually appeared in the flames, which was the face growing on the head of this large spider.

Thirty-six bronze maid lamps almost surrounded the hall of the entire temple. No matter where Yang Dashuan's eyes fell, this face would always be reflected in his vision.

A smile appeared on Wenwan's face, which had murderous intentions. "Human, am I beautiful?"
Chapter completed!