"What?"

The old man was slightly surprised when he heard this, "The Black Ghost actually ran into the territory of the Dwarf tribe? He still raised the undead? Why didn't you tell me yesterday!"

"I didn't know the totem of the Black Ghost before! So I don't know it's the Black Ghost!"

Chen Zhe scratched his head and said, "It should have been a long time to raise the undead. I just met them yesterday."

He avoided some information that was not critical, such as the little girl whom he conquered, because these were simply insignificant details for the overall situation.

"Well." The old man was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said to himself: "Does the Black Ghost want to attack the Iron Hammer Tribe?"

Chen Zhui also had the same guess in his heart!

"Then what are we waiting for!" he said excitedly, "Hurry back to the Hammer Tribe, and Teacher Karov at the same time!"

"Don't worry! After all, these are just our guesses." The old man pondered, "But just in case, I will send someone to notify the short guys so that they can have a clear mind."

"This... is good." Chen Zhui was silent on the surface when he heard this, but in fact he was very confused.

This old guy seems to have a close relationship with the Dwarf tribe!

When he first kidnapped the chasing of the chasing, he kept his hands on the attacks when facing Hamilton, and now he is willing to send someone to send information to the Iron Hammer Tribe!

It shouldn't be wrong!

Chen Zhui can completely judge one thing until now: the old man in front of him is absolutely not hostile to him!

As for why he threatened himself with Chen Xiaohe and asked him to go to the ghost world to find Yin and Yang Wuji Flower, this is unknown.

At this moment, the mood of the crowd in the square had reached its peak, and there were crazy shouts from all directions.

"Burn him to death! Burn this pagan to death!"

"He is an executioner!"

"Burn him to death, he informed the Supervision Department and killed my cousin!"

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The crowd of people had completely lost their minds, like a surging flood, squeezing towards the dark magicians who were blocking the cross, constantly rushing to their maintenance.

Among these dark people, most of them are dark magicians. Except for the natives of the Borderlands, most of them escaped from the Magic Alliance, so almost everyone has had the painful experience of being chased by the Magic Alliance.

And even, they escaped from the Cindis Institute of Alien!

Driven by hatred, the boundary between right and wrong has been blurred, and the anger in the heart always needs to find an outlet to vent!

At this moment, a tall black-robed magician walked to the cross, holding an amethyst box in his hand, and in the box, there were a cluster of dark flames leaping wildly!

The magician came to the center of the square, and held the amethyst box with both hands, showing a pious look on his face, as if an extremely obsessed believer was looking up to his god.

The onlookers gradually became quiet when they saw this cluster of flames, and the square, which was originally crowded with thousands of people, suddenly became silent!

Everyone leaned on the black ghost totem on their chest with one hand, paying high respect to the dark flames!

The yellow-robed magician tied to the cross saw the cluster of flames and the muscles on his face twitched violently, and a look of horror burst out in his eyes. He immediately cried and begged: "No! Please, don't use it! Don't use it!"

The tall magician completely ignored the yellow-robed magician's begging for mercy. He carefully opened the crystal box, and the black flame inside suddenly rushed out more than three meters high, twisting his body like a fierce and perverse poisonous tongue!

In an instant, a fierce aura dissipated from the black flames in all directions, and a layer of gray smoke was covered in the surrounding air.

Even if he was a few hundred meters away, Chen Zhui could feel the evil and ferocity of the black flames, and even the purple flame beast crystal fire in his body was faintly suppressed.

"What kind of flame is this!" Chen Zhui said in shock.

The old man took a deep breath and said word by word: "The incarnation of the evil demon - the soul-burning fire of the soul! It can burn human souls without hurting the body. It is usually used by the undead mages to refine puppets, so it is also the holy fire of the Black Ghost Legion."

"This sounds like a fierce thing, and it's a holy fire!" Chen Zhui couldn't help but shake his head and be shocked.

At this moment, the cluster of ghostly and burning soul fires had been placed on the pile of firewood below the cross.

Suddenly, the strange dark flames instantly ignited the entire high pile of firewood. In the blink of an eye, the originally just a cluster of ghostly soul fires instantly grew stronger. The fierce flames soared into the sky, but there was no smoke or dust!

Gradually, the black flame condensed into a demon with two horns, which was exactly the same as the totem of the Black Ghost Legion!

"No! No!" The yellow-robed magician screamed in a shrill voice, and the heart-wrenching sound echoed in the empty central square for a long time.

In an instant, the demon head condensed by the Yousha Soul Fire suddenly opened its black big mouth and bit the yellow-robed magician's calf!

But strangely, there was no scar on the yellow-robed magician's body, and even the magic robe was intact.

However, his screams became even more shrill, his whole body was trembling with nerves, and his two huge eyeballs burst out from his eye sockets, covered with dense blood.

The flame demon began to swallow from the yellow-robed magician's calves, and slowly moved his big mouth upwards. After five minutes, he swallowed to the waist.

At this moment, the yellow-robed magician's throat was completely hoarse, and he could only grow his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He was just spasming all over his body, and a look of pain appeared in the bursting eyes.

That is despair in despair, despair in the hope of survival, death and death!

In sharp contrast, the crowd around them clapped their hands even more crazily, with extreme excitement on their faces, as if they had a great illusion.

They all understood that although the yellow-robed magician seemed to be without any damage on the surface, his soul was slowly being torn and swallowed by the Yousha Soul Fire. This kind of pain was simply worse than death!

"Let's go quickly!" Chen Zhui said to the old man. He no longer wanted to watch it. As for hatred, war and other things, he didn't want to make any comments.

The old man nodded when he heard this, and then inadvertently glanced at the glass window on the top of the Black Ghost Castle. He could feel that there was a pair of dark eyes that were watching this tragic scene with interesting interest.

The owner of these eyes seemed to have noticed the old man's gaze, but when he looked over with his eyes, there was no sign of people there.
Chapter completed!