Game of the World Tree - Chapter 324

324. Chapter 322 I Caught You

The fight between players and mercenaries continued, and the battle between the black dragon Myriel and a dozen silver mercenaries gradually became fierce…

Every moment, players and mercenaries died in battle, blood spilled all over the ground, and the bodies slowly disappeared or turned into ashes and scattered with the wind, and Myriel also suffered a lot of wounds under the siege of the crowd.

Of course, the dozen silver mercenaries besieging Myriel did not have much advantage.

They found that the strength of this underage black dragon was much stronger than they imagined.

Even if thirteen people besieged together and used the six-ring magic to control the opponent in advance, there were still two silver professionals with slightly weaker strength who accidentally died under the opponent’s claws and dragon breath.

The battle between the black dragon and the silver mercenaries gradually stalemates, but the battle of ordinary mercenaries became more and more difficult with another sudden incident.

Suddenly, hundreds of mercenaries drew their weapons and attacked the ranged mercenaries who were concentrating their efforts on dealing with the enemies outside the mercenary camp.

They were the first-test players who had disguised themselves as mercenaries and mixed into the mercenary group.

As the war continued, they gradually moved to the side of the mages and shooters who had the worst defense and vigilance among the mercenaries.

In the eyes of other mercenaries who were either shocked, angry, or puzzled, these powerful first-test players jumped to the opposite side, laughing and giving the mercenary group a blow in the center…

With the attack of the first-test players, the situation on the entire battlefield became more chaotic, the players on the periphery cheered, and the mercenaries showed signs of collapse.

The fierce battle became more and more tragic, and the ground had long been stained with blood red. What no one noticed was that the blood spilled on the ground seemed to be pulled by some inexplicable force and began to move along a certain trajectory.

A huge and complex magic circle was formed below the battlefield.

At the moment the magic circle was formed, dozens of “Border Lord Mages” hidden among the mercenaries simultaneously pulled out a dagger from their bosoms and decisively stabbed themselves in the heart.

The surrounding mercenaries were confused by their sudden suicide.

Then, they were horrified to find that streams of black blood began to gush out from the chests of these suicidal mages.

The bodies of these mages, like ice and snow encountering fire, melted instantly and turned into a pool of black mud with a foul smell.

The mud quickly combined with the magic circle on the ground, and the quiet magic circle bloomed with a deep brilliance and emitted a wisp of black mist.

An evil and chaotic breath began to spread continuously on the battlefield.

The fighting mercenaries felt their bodies sink, and it seemed as if something was pulling their legs.

They subconsciously lowered their heads, and then they were horrified to find that black arms had emerged from the ground, grabbed their bodies, and exuded an evil and dark power, which continued to erode their bodies…

and as the erosion progressed, the mercenaries were horrified to find that their bodies began to expand and grew layers of black hideous scales.

The players were also eroded by this strange power.

However, these black arms could only grab the players’ bodies and could not invade their flesh.

But even so, the players were startled by the sudden change:

“Fuck! This thing? I was scared when I lowered my head!”

“Shadow? Shadow monster? This thing is pulling my legs!”

“Cut them off!”

The weapons exchanged in the mall seemed to have unexpected lethality to this strange arm.

The players did not spend too much energy to clear these strange black hands that entangled them.

However, the mercenaries in the center of the huge magic circle almost all began to mutate in the direction of the monsters.

As the black energy eroded, most of them had lost their minds and roared like beasts.

At this time, the first test players finally recognized the changes in the mercenaries:

“No! They are mutating into Despair Scale Monsters!”

“We can’t let them change! Kill them!”

The dozen silver mercenaries fighting the black dragon also discovered the changes on the battlefield.

Seeing the mercenaries being eroded by strange forces and transformed into monsters, they were shocked and angry.

However, they soon stopped paying attention to others.

Because they were horrified to find that their bodies were also beginning to be eroded by that black power.

At this time, the mercenaries who started to mutate first finally turned into complete monsters.

The hideous black armor and the iconic dragon tail are exactly the Despair Scale Monsters that the players have encountered!

However, after turning into Despair Scale Monsters, their physical changes did not end, but continued to expand.

As they expanded, countless cracks appeared on their bodies, and streams of black mist continued to spread from them…

In the end, they finally reached their limit, and with painful howls, their bodies exploded into pools of mud surrounded by black mist.

And these sludges, as if they had life, instantly rushed towards the black dragon Myriel who was controlled by the devil vine.

Myriel was also eroded by that strange power.

At this moment, although its body did not change, its eyes gradually became empty and dull.

It was almost without resistance, and was wrapped by the strange sludge that came.

“I caught you.”

In a secret space, an old voice slowly sounded, with a hint of complacency.

Then, a strong spatial fluctuation suddenly surged on Myriel’s body.

Under a deep light, its huge body suddenly became illusory, twisted, and gradually disappeared…

This is teleportation.

It is not magic, but a teleportation unique to mythical creatures.

Every existence that steps into mythology can spend divine power in the plane where it is located, and teleport to a place where its own power can reach.

However, this time it was not Eve who performed the teleportation, but Nidhogg, the dragon of despair.

Using mercenaries to hunt black dragons is fake.

His real purpose was to take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate his power into the battlefield, capture the black dragon and teleport it back to where he was.

He didn’t need to show up himself, nor did he need to show up himself.

No matter who the other party was, no matter what kind of trap the other party set, Nidhogg would not step into

it. He just needed to catch his target back.

Nidhogg believed that no one knew that he could teleport like this.

Because this kind of teleportation is actually very easy to be interrupted by other mythical beings. In the sphere of influence of other mythical beings, as long as they are not disturbed, they can easily stop this teleportation.

However, Nidhogg, who has mastered the power of the abyss, has a way to use the power of the abyss to simulate the divine realm from a distance and temporarily isolate the power of other true gods.

The huge magic circle on the ground just now was used by him to simulate the divine realm.

Therefore, no matter who the other party was, in the divine realm he simulated, he could not stop him from teleporting the black dragon away.

Of course, this kind of divine realm is fake, and it is easy for mythical beings to crack it.

However, Nidhogg seized this time difference.

He succeeded.

Myriel’s figure disappeared, and the magic circle on the ground suddenly collapsed, leaving only a group of mutated mercenaries and players to continue fighting.

And somewhere in Maple Leaf Territory, in a secret underground ruins.

An illusory dragon-shaped figure was entrenched in the deepest part of the ruins.

Suddenly, a deep light flashed in front of him, and a young black dragon with wounds all over his body appeared.

It was Myriel.

Looking at the black dragon that appeared in front of him, a hint of pride and joy appeared on the illusory dragon face of the dragon-shaped phantom.

He stretched out his illusory dragon claws and grabbed Myriel.

And at the moment when he was about to catch the other party, Myriel’s dull eyes suddenly became smart.

I saw its pair of scarlet vertical pupils turned into a pair of gorgeous purple eyes, and instantly looked at the illusory dragon-shaped phantom.

“I caught you.”

A ethereal and beautiful female voice resounded in the ruins.

The smile on the dragon-shaped phantom froze on his face.

(End of this chapter)