When the sun passed the afternoon, the running horses and horses suddenly heard the sound of the horses screaming, and then at least a dozen horses slowed down and were left behind by the brigade.

This is a relatively poor group of people, they are not riding a special horse with World of Warcraft, can run thousands of miles, but the horse of ordinary adventurers.

The horse is of course a good horse. It is definitely not an ordinary horse. But from the night, it has been running until now, and then the horse is exhausted.

The knights on horseback were equally exhausted. They looked at the car and horse team that had been stopping for a while, silent for a while, and sighed and sighed.

"No way." One of the strong people in this group said, "We probably can only escape here."

“What to do next?” another person asked, “Where are you going?”

"Where are you going, is there a big difference?" The person who had spoken before said that he was not angry. "In the face of a true god, it is almost the same."

"Maybe it would be better to escape to the temple." Another person said, "Let's find a temple."

"The priests of the temple are running with us. Do you think people are stupid than you?" The strong sneer, and found a flatter grassland to lie down. "I figured it out, just lie here." His old man wants to kill me, I am the same everywhere. At least let me take a good rest before I die."

When everyone sees it, most of them also find a place to sit or lie down.

After a long night and half a day of escape, they also understood that this escape was meaningless. When I was still running away, it was just a kind of herd mentality, or "I don't want to be faster than a tiger, as long as I can run faster than my companion." Now I calm down and naturally figured it out.

That kind of thinking is nothing more than an illusion. Recalling the scene of the emptiness masking of the people today, there is no rule at all. It is neither who is slow to catch anyone, nor who is catching who is fast, and even has nothing to do with the personal status of the status, or the goddess of the jellyfish. What did you think?

Maybe... just really just scratching it.

After thinking about it, the forces that have supported them to escape have naturally disappeared.

Since it is the same to escape, why bother to escape?

"I am stupid, really!" A very old man sighed and said, "An An is lying at home and waiting to die, at least comfortable. If that, I am still lying on a soft bed, full of food. Full... Hey, the bottle of good wine that I didn’t want to drink in the cupboard, I knew I should drink it...”

His words resonated with everyone. For a time, everyone lamented their stupidity, but lamented that it didn't help, and they could only sigh.

At this moment, one of the group of people was suddenly entangled in the tentacles that appeared out of thin air, and only disappeared without a trace. After a while, the first person who was separated from his body was thrown at the place where the spurted body was reappeared.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know who opened the mouth. Some people shouted "Run".

So they immediately climbed up, turned over and ran wild again.

This time, I only ran for a short time. Those who had not had enough rest, even the body temperature that was almost as hot as a fever, spit and foamed, and could not run anymore.

During this time, the tentacle appeared again and rolled away another person.

Everyone didn't see his body, but everyone knows that he is dead.

"The horse can't run, what should I do?"

"The horse can't run, we can still run!"

"But what does it mean to run this way?"

There is no answer to this question, and no one can say it.

In fact, the meaning is still there. Even the horrible jellyfish gods are only a little farther away, and they can make them feel a little more comfortable.

Although it is only an illusion, although this distance is useless at all, people who are about to die, even a straw is to be firmly grasped.

After running for a while, finally someone couldn’t help it and shouted: "I can’t die in a jellyfish!"

He was so stunned, pulled out the knife, wiped his neck with a knife, and suddenly the blood spewed, and the whole person fell down softly, and he could not live.

The people who are still trying to run stopped, look at me, I look at you, and finally the eyes are on the person who is still in the fountain and has not completely suffocated.

The neck will not die so fast.

But... seems to be a solution?

After all, if you commit suicide, at least the soul will not be sent to hell. They are all devout followers of the orcs. They have been working for the gods in these years. They have no merits and hard work. How can they be taken to the kingdom of God?

However, only a moment's work has made them desperate.

A figure wearing a black robe and holding a scythe appeared next to the man who was about to die completely, wielding a sickle and swiping through him.

The sickle did not hurt his body, but it hooked his soul like a hook, dragging his soul out of the body, like a specimen pinned by a needle.

The black robe with the scythe immediately disappeared with the hooked soul, and even the whole person did not even look at the people around him.

Even so, the sullen chill that he exudes, the cold and solemn atmosphere that makes all the wicked people creepy, has clearly told the people around him his identity.

This is the sorcerer from Hell. Legend has it that before the ambassadors of the gods, the souls of the wicked will be hooked and taken to the gods of hell.

"How...how is it possible?!" A man yelled disappointingly. "Can't you even commit suicide?"

"Our... our sire? He... He shouldn't... shouldn't send messengers, pick us up?" Another man trembled, and even shivered.

This can't blame him. Seeing that whether he is killed or committed suicide, he will eventually go to hell. They are really desperate to the extreme.

I don't know who started, some people are lying on the ground, and they pray in low voice.

"Lord, who I serve, please pity me, take my soul away, so that I will not fall to hell."

So everyone has a variety of learning, and then prayed.

But this is not an egg.

A moment later, Yu Xiong’s tentacles reappeared, taking a person away and taking it to the guillotine, stating the crime and declaring punishment.

death penalty.

Then, dagger.

The messenger of **** took his soul away.

Throughout the process, the orc gods did not respond at all.

In the "Endless Wilderness", the main **** of the orc god, Lefeng, watched the scene of the human world, shook his head and sighed deeply.

He knows that this is only the beginning.

It’s just the beginning...

"Your Majesty, this can't be done!" one of the gods advised, "Even if you don't stop the false masks from arresting and imprisoning, you should at least take back those suicidal souls."

"This **** is very tough." Lefeng shook his head and said, "Unless we want to really get along with them, we can only give in this time."

"But... the soul of the believer is our own property!" Another **** said angrily, "How can the **** guys reach out to our bowls to eat and eat!"

"Hell has always announced that all souls should accept a fair trial after their death, and they are responsible for what they did during their lifetime. They have always condemned our gods for setting up the Kingdom of God to take away the souls of believers. It is the destruction of the world order. The rebellion against the big cycle... For this, I’ve hit a few times...” An old **** sighed, “If we don’t make concessions this time, we’ll definitely have another fight.”

"I have played?" Lefeng looked around and asked.

The gods meditate, and some people whispered: "The **** of the group of guys, leaving the underworld hell, the combat power will drop..."

"But I bet, as long as we fight with hell, the human gods will unite with **** and attack us." Lefeng said calmly, "In that case, we will lose."

He sighed again and said, "Forbearance, the future is still very long-term. The adverse effects of this time will be eliminated by time. After a hundred years, who remembers this time?"

The orc gods sighed and looked at each other without words.