A different world game? A different world game!

Chapter 112 Slaughterhouse

Gray Mountain Range.

Somewhere in the jungle on the mountainside to the north.

Eric was riding a war sheep and patrolling with his teammates.

"A sentry said before that he saw traces of goblins here." said a dwarf.

But Eric lost interest after hearing the news. He said irritably and helplessly, "It's so boring. Those goblins are so weak.

There is no point in fighting, it's just massacre, alas.

Forget it, let's go in and clean up first. I'm going to have to have someone take over my position when I get back this time. I'm about to vomit from killing all these goblins."

The dwarves around him did not refute Eric's complaint, but nodded in agreement.

There's no way around it, they feel the same way.

Killing goblins always ended with screams and goblins fleeing. And the goblins' counterattacks were so weak that they could not feel any fighting passion, or even any emotional fluctuations.

They were like weed workers, wielding their sickles, ruthlessly clearing the piles of weeds. How could this become interesting after a while? All that was left was emptiness and boredom.

What they want is a fight, a passionate fight.

However, the moment they sat on the war sheep and rushed in, all the dwarves pulled the reins almost at the same time, causing all the sheep to stop and brake suddenly.

As the war sheep stopped, the dwarves on it all looked serious and solemn.

"The smell of blood, such a strong smell of blood, it's from those damn goblins." Eric said seriously.

There was no way around it. They had been cleaning up the goblins for a while, and could be said to have been soaked in the goblin's blood.

There was no way they could mistake a scent like that, let alone one so strong.

Although there is a clear difference between goblin blood and fresh blood, the smell of blood is actually not much different. It is still the same smell, and it is easier to distinguish.

All the dwarves were alert and turned over, holding the war sheep in their hands, and slowly moved towards the direction where the smell of blood came from.

As we walked deeper into the jungle, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

It's so strong that it's nauseating.

When they really got closer and saw the scene in front of them, even the dwarves couldn't help but widen their eyes and were shocked by the scene before them.

The war sheep they were leading also began to dig the soil below with their hooves restlessly, pulling at the reins from time to time.

It seemed as if urging these dwarves to leave quickly.

These war sheep are already brave creatures.

Eric comforted his war sheep and squatted down with him.

All the dwarves did the same, and because of their height, they could easily hide in the surrounding weeds.

Not far away, there are traces of the goblin tribe, and around them you can see the thatched houses made of plants that the goblins had just moved in and built.

However, at this time, it had turned into a purgatory.

Even from the perspective of dwarves, it can be called purgatory.

There were corpses hanging on the branches, and the large number of corpses caused the tree to bend slightly.

Judging from the appearance of these corpses, they once seemed to be goblins.

But at this time they could no longer see the appearance of the goblins, because their skin had been completely peeled off, revealing the grayish-white flesh with bloodshot underneath the goblin's skin.

It was like a frog with its skin peeled off, hanging upside down on a tree.

Judging from the smoothness of their skin, these people's techniques are extremely skilled, just like butchers who are experts in this field.

These goblins had scratches on their bodies, and these wounds seemed to be along their blood vessels.

This caused the goblin's special blood with a hint of green to drip down its skinned body.

The blood dripping down from the neck fell to the ground.

Because the end of this body is only the neck.

All the bodies were headless.

Turn your gaze slightly.

In the center of the entire goblin tribe.

All the goblin heads were neatly arranged to form a small hill.

Their heads were carefully positioned so that all their facial expressions were facing outwards.

Even from the goblins' ugly faces, you can see their pain and fear.

Pain and fear even distorted their faces.

This was a picture that shocked even Eric and his group of dwarves who had been constantly clearing out the goblin colony.

Although they had slaughtered many more goblins than here, they had never tortured goblins like this.

Just kill them with one blow in battle, then pile their bodies together and burn them.

This is war, a life-and-death war.

But now? What lies before them is a scene of slaughterhouse.

The goblins seemed to have been sent to a factory specifically for slaughtering livestock.

Every goblin was carefully handled.

But although goblins are an evil race, they are still intelligent. They are not meat-eating animals, nor are they animals.

Such a scene penetrated deep into the iron pores of Eric and other dwarves, forcing a chill out from their hard skin.

Some of the dwarves shivered in the chill and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

They don't even know why they are sweating or what is affecting their breathing.

They felt that in such a scene, even their breathing was inexplicably suppressed.

Someone suddenly gasped twice.

Eric finally came to his senses and took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions.

"Let's get closer, and you guys spread out to ensure the safety of the surrounding area."

Such a scene really brought great uneasiness to these dwarves.

They pressed forward with an unprecedented alertness.

After the division of labor, Eric led the remaining dwarves towards the "slaughterhouse" ahead.

As they got closer, the Goblin Head Mountain, which looked like a small hill facing all directions, made their eyelids twitch.

Densely packed faces were piled up in pain, and many of their eyes were forced open.

There were so many painful faces and eyes overlapping that even the mentally tough dwarves seemed to be hallucinating.

The hallucinations of goblins' screams echoed in his ears, and images of blood splattering flashed before his eyes. Spherical objects flew from the body into the sky, then crashed to the ground and began to roll.

"Snapped!"

Eric didn't hesitate and slapped himself in the face.

This slap not only woke him up, but also brought the dwarves around him back to their senses.

"Don't be affected. This isn't just a massacre, it's some kind of ritual."

Get closer to the past.

In the goblin camp, beneath the hill of skulls, was a huge formation where a large amount of blood had gathered.

The formation at this time seemed to have no effect.

They searched for a long time but found no important information or clues.

"What the hell is going on?" A dwarf rubbed his arms with his hands. He could feel goose bumps all over his body.

"Look at these footprints, they are deep and big. They are human, and they are wearing armor." The other dwarf was obviously more experienced.

He said, pointing to the footprints he had found.

"Judging from the number of footprints, there are at least 10 people, and possibly even more."

Eric also suppressed his nausea and came to the skinless corpses hanging upside down on the branches, carefully looking at the wounds on their bodies and the broken necks.

Even touched it with my hands.

"Very smooth. The enemy's strength is definitely not weak, generally very strong."

Eric looked at several bodies. Although the cross-sections of some of them were very smooth, some were slightly rough.

But no matter what, the fact that the goblin's head could be chopped off so cleanly and neatly is enough to show that the enemy is very strong.

Goblins won't sit and wait for them to chop them down.

Observing the surrounding situation, communicating with another experienced dwarf.

They probably analyzed the situation to a certain extent.

A group of humans wearing armor and generally strong came here. There are not many of them, but they are all elite.

They used their powerful strength to intimidate the goblins, and most of them probably surrendered in panic.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many goblins, who were beheaded in large numbers, and the wounds on their bodies didn't look like they were injured in battle.

However, the surrendered goblins were not spared by this group of humans, and were not killed directly.

Judging from the peeling marks.

It is very likely that these goblins were skinned alive and then beheaded.

A complete massacre.

Many of the goblins watching were definitely frightened to death, some even scared to death, because they saw a large area filled with a foul odor.

Finally, they cut wounds on the corpses, drained their blood, and let the smell of blood fill the entire forest.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of ritual? Or do these crazy humans just want to do this?"

A dwarf couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe both?" Eric said.

This scene is so shocking that it is simply not something a normal person could do.

Anyone who could do such a thing, even for some ritual, must be a lunatic, and they would surely enjoy it. "No, it's too dangerous. No matter what these humans want to do, it's too dangerous.

We have to hurry back and bring back the news from here."

This is the Gray Mountain Range, the home of the Gray Mountain Dwarves, who have lived here for hundreds of years.

Unlike his ancestors, Eric's generation has been born in these mountains, and this place has long become their home.

Regardless of whether these dangerous guys have ill intentions towards the dwarves, we must be vigilant.

At this time, cold sweat had already appeared on Eric's forehead.

He inexplicably thought of another thing, the thing that happened a year ago.

【Rotten Monarch】

Obviously, the two things had nothing to do with each other, but Eric just remembered it inexplicably.

After all, he participated in it almost throughout the whole process and had deep feelings about this matter.

When I see this weird and terrifying scene now, I feel a chill down my spine.

It inexplicably reminded him of the anxiety he felt when he faced the incurable disease of the Rotten Monarch.

"Huh, huh, let's go."

Eric urged.

He quickly rode away on the war sheep with the dwarves.

After waiting for them to leave for a long time, night fell.

The mountain of skulls burst into flames, and the flesh on the goblins' heads began to melt like wax.

What was exposed were piles of white bones.

I don’t know when.

A group of figures appeared in the goblin camp.

They wore blood-red armor with ornaments made of bones and sharp teeth.

It was a group of vampire knights.

They were also standing in front of the pile of bones, silently staring at it.

Until a skeletal hand inexplicably emerged from the magic circle below.

This huge bony hand crushed the skulls piled up like a mountain of bones and opened its palm like a chair.

The bone powder in it twisted in the blood, and the surrounding vampire knights began to control the blood in their bodies to flow into it.

The blood and bone powder slag merged into one.

It turned into strands of silk and began to be woven as if by a skilled weaver.

A blood-red figure that was more than two meters tall gradually became solid as it was weaved.

A bloody figure with unusually strong limbs.

A huge pair of tattered wings like a bat spread out behind him.

However, the ritual seemed to be stuck at this moment, and the bloody figure stopped changing.

It was as if it had become a shape made of a ball of blood, and it couldn't become any more real.

The bloody figure didn't seem surprised either. He raised his hand and hooked it towards the front.

The leading vampire knight walked over quickly and knelt on one knee.

A small gem was presented in his hand.

A fragment of the Stone of Creation.

The bloody figure gently picked up the fragment with two fingers, opened his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

As the fragments fell into his body, it was as if a switch was turned on.

The blood color on the figure instantly faded, revealing a complete body of flesh and blood.

“Ugh… fetid air, delicious souls, lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Hehehahahaha! Perfect world! "

After saying that, he looked towards the top of the mountain.

"And... that damned shorty."

"Apostle of God, we welcome your arrival!"

The captain of the blood knights and his soldiers knelt on one knee to welcome the arrival of this huge, demonic creature.

"Hahahaha, my loyal believers, your actions will be rewarded!"

The huge demon laughed wildly and waved his hand.

Something like blood was splashed out by him, and divided into several parts and fell into the bodies of the surrounding knights.

"Uhhhhhh!"

As the blood absorbed them, the knights immediately fell to their knees with screams.

They hugged their bodies and trembled and rolled over wildly, as if something inside them was trying to break free and get out.

"Tear it!"

Like the sound of something being torn apart.

Two large holes appeared on the Blood Knight's back, and a pair of bat wings impatiently drilled out.

It is very different from the bat wings of an orthodox vampire blood knight like Martin.

The bat wings of this group of blood knights are obviously orange-red in color. Compared with the feminine wings of bats, their wing skeletons are thicker and look much wilder.

A pair of devilish horns also extended from their heads, growing and curving upwards.

The mouth was full of sharp teeth, and the originally slightly cloudy human-shaped pupils turned into double pupils that looked chilling.

"Power, my Lord! Praise be to your grace!"

The Blood Knight knelt on one knee again, his voice trembling.

"Come, let's begin and fight to please my father!" The demon-like creature raised his hands high, and a pair of wild battle axes appeared on his arms.

……

"Ok?"

As if sensing something, Lurek looked into the distance from the Gray Tower, his brows furrowed.

"What is it? A premonition. Who is it?"

Lurek seemed to have a feeling, but he couldn't tell where it came from.

After a while, he suddenly understood and closed his eyes.

The prophecy began.

Blood, battle cries, screams.

The shadow of a head, a fallen body.

These are? These are... dwarves!
Lurek suddenly opened his eyes and saw something, a very bad omen.

None of the omens he saw would be good, and they were all mixed together.

It was as if the world was telling him that a fatal crisis was coming.

"What kind of disaster will make the world give me a warning?"

Lurick couldn't understand.

You have to know that a year ago, when the [Rotten Monarch] was plotting a deadly conspiracy against them, he didn't have even the slightest sign of it.

In that situation, the world did not alert them to the crisis, and he had no premonition of such a crisis.

Just at this moment, the omen came.

Plus the images and sounds he had anticipated.

The two mixed together, as if a deadly crisis was pressing down from the sky.

Lurick felt very uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and prepared to make another prediction.

There was a knock on the door.

Before he could even open the door, it was kicked open, and Eric, panting, simply half-knelt on the ground.

"Eric? What happened?"

Lurik frowned. He had a very bad premonition. Eric's behavior was no small matter.

Eric nodded frantically, “During our reconnaissance, while we were clearing out the goblins, we saw a very bad sight.

All the goblins were skinned and hung upside down on trees, and their heads were chopped off and piled into a mountain with traces of rituals underneath.

It's dangerous, done by a group of lunatics who are probably human-sized.

It's just behind the mountains, it's dangerous, I feel... it feels like last time."

Lurik's eyes suddenly widened.

Blood and heads.

It seemed to be consistent with what he had predicted.

"Calm down and tell me in detail!"

……

"Relax! Okay, are you all ready?" Kana asked loudly.

The people following him nodded.

This is already a fairly large team. If you take their strength into account, they are definitely a vanguard.

"Then, let's go! Destination: Ashforge!"

(End of this chapter)