Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Every time Alcalon speaks, his sharp teeth are exposed, like rows of razors. The berserkers thought that the dragon was here to control the situation. As a result, the disturbing news they learned from him was taking over the tense atmosphere from another angle. .

[The enemy has mingled among us. 】

Shan's Adam's apple kept moving up and down, and he tried his best to restrain his emotions, not to let the madness in his heart surge.Hunting teams have a fixed team arrangement, and teams of three or two usually have a close relationship.This is also the reason, sitting around the bonfire at this time, on my left is my good friend Sare who played since I was a child, and on my right is Mikael, his wife's younger brother.With the assistance of these two people, hunting is always beneficial, but now, he needs to re-examine his relatives, or pretend to be enemies of relatives.

The skeptical gazes were mutual, and the silent eye contact appeared on the dancing flames. Everyone's weapons were confiscated by the black dragon to suppress the riots caused by the undercover exposure.Every berserker has the intention of finding out the enemy by himself and beating him up, even though Alcalon is actually not optimistic about the barbarian's ability to discriminate.

Shan wished he had four more eyes. His eyeballs were bloodshot, and he didn't blink for a moment in the blown ashes. Sare was terrified when he saw it. This bloody-eyed brute seemed to want to eat people.

"My home is at……"

"The second one on the third floor, the largest tent, with a leopard skin sewn on the left door, that's my compensation for my mistake..." Similar conversations have been repeated many times, and the lack of progress made Shan feel unhappy.Little did he realize that his mentality had changed.I no longer want to identify my friend, but hope that he will be confirmed as an undercover agent if he answers wrong quickly, and then punch him hard in the face.

They can't find a way, and they don't like to think. It's the flaw of the berserkers.Alcalon thought to himself, playing with weapons and looking down at the noisy ancient humans.If the mind flayers had indeed invaded, the black dragons would surely applaud their parasitic skills in successfully evading the dragon's perception.The smell of magic power, the increase and decrease of the breath of life, Alcalon's sense of blood gas can identify the new life in the mother's body, but cannot detect these parasites.The black dragon sniffed the dust raised in the air, and the golden dragon's eyes focused on someone, and they couldn't hold their breath.

"I hunted the leopard I pierced with a spear for the first time when I was five years old. How many stripes are there around the wound?" Shan hummed triumphantly, watching Sare's face slowly turn red.He was sure that he had stumped him. Although it was a distant childhood, the sense of accomplishment of the first hunting was still clear in his heart. He remembered every detail of the prey, especially the hole made by the stone spear.Shan is not joking, he has indeed carefully counted the markings around him, and has taken the trouble to show off this "result" with his good brothers many times.

Saree must remember, if he is real Saree.

"... Twelve? Or eleven?" Sare scratched his hair, made himself ashamed, stirred his mind and searched for past memories, trying to escape from the torture of his friend.Like a spring being stretched to the extreme, the Berserker's tone was a bit broken.

"Ha! The correct answer is eleven and a half! There is a lesion in it! You got it wrong!" Shan put his hands on his knees, he was so excited that he planned to stand up from the ground and attack Sare from above, he must With [-] points of strength, the active muscles poured all the exhaustion of racking their brains on Sare's facial muscles.That's what he's going to do, yes, for sure.

The blood-red shadow was faster than him. Sare clenched his fists and raised his head above his head. His arms were bent like bows. His hot blood was more eye-catching than the flames of the campfire. His beard and hair were long, and he fell into a rage.

The place where Shan was originally sitting seemed to have been bombarded, and everyone felt the ground tremble. Turning their heads, Sare was standing beside the smoke and dust, the blood color was fading from his bare skin.

"what happened?"

"I found the undercover agent, he was disguised as Shan, and I subdued him before he rioted."

Emotion is an easily detectable smell, and the ancient humans who were particularly sensitive to anger did not contradict Sare, who was still angry.Like him, they were all under the scrutiny of those close to them. They didn't think they could do better than Sare, and they didn't become the fuse that detonated the audience.

The fist swinging horizontally knocked Sare away, Shan crawled out of the pit, his skin was red and steaming, he twisted his neck, and a new bloodstain flowed from his hair.With a sadistic smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, Shan also entered the form of a berserker.

"You are the undercover agent. Sare's fist is not as weak as yours."

Being an enemy or a friend has no meaning to a berserker, and the two close relatives and friends who have already started a real fire just want to blow each other's head off at this time.Who is the undercover agent has instead become an excellent excuse to fight.At the critical juncture of his life, the berserker still gave up his mind and chose to do it, even if he didn't have a weapon, although he didn't need a weapon.

Under the leadership of Mr. Brandy, he once suffered mental torture. One of the ancient humans in the hunting team was mentally ill. He could not see it in the bloody and barbaric tribes. Once he was slightly oppressed, he would bottom out and fall into a rage.Ormhead still has a bit of conscience to restrain his subordinates. As for the black dragon Alcalon's thoughts...

"With abundant force and little anger, my group will always stand on the food chain." Alcalon guided the ancient humans into numerical monsters that constantly stacked irritating BUFF.

The group fights continued. For an hour, the berserk had sunk the ground. For two hours, they had no good flesh on their bodies, either bruises or fist marks, all supported by the berserker's high-speed regeneration.For three hours, someone vomited.

Mikael knelt on the ground, and vomited a black strip of festering flesh about five meters long from his throat. Shan, who was beating him, loosened his fists, and carefully identified which organ his brother-in-law had vomited out.

With its last breath, the mind flayer moved and died of internal injuries.

Tired from the fight, the berserkers gathered around and stared at the thing carefully with puzzled expressions. They almost forgot the original intention of the fight.

"What is this, Shan, you vomited Mikael's bowels?"

"Mikael's intestines don't look like this, he should have eaten something unclean..."

"Could it be... this is the enemy that Lord Black Dragon said?"

"Absolutely impossible, how can there be such an ugly enemy, there must be an inner ghost among us! This is pure food poisoning!"

"Keep hitting!! Hit him!!!"

The berserk twisted into a ball again.

……

In the darkness of the depths of the earth.

The patriarch of the mind flayers is holding a war meeting, and news of the death of soldiers keeps coming from the swarm network, causing the swarm to become a mess.

"It's not time to start a riot yet! Our goal is to pollute the earth nodes! What are you doing!"

"...It was the riot caused by the Black Dragon Familia! They are beating their own people!"

"Are we exposed?"

"No, they attacked everything in view and we got fratricide."

"Why is it an accidental injury? We are lurking deep in their flesh and blood, close to the organs and other key organs. You tell me this is still an accidental injury. Aren't they afraid of killing their own people?"

Uneasy voices echoed through the swarm network.

"Yes, Mother Worm, our warriors were killed by the shock wave from the impact of their fists. The physical strength of the Black Dragon Familiars has become unbelievable compared to the last God War, and they have become flesh and blood monsters that are close to the Great God."

"Evolution improves the physical hardness of our group, weaves new genes, at least it must be able to withstand the aftershocks..."

"I can't do it, worm mother. Continuing to increase the hardness of the body will hinder the parasitic ability of the group, and we will lose the best battlefield."

The dense gnawing sound represents the anger of the worm mother. It is very angry at the uselessness of the race, fighting the worst battle on the best battlefield, and the most unforgettable insult to its own people.

"Trash can still be killed in their bodies, so it's better to confront them head-on!"

The swarm network was silent for a moment.

Head-to-head?Seriously, Macho?To fight head-on with that kind of deadly monster, didn't the Great Creator give you a real brain?

The mind-fleeing swarm was at a loss, but another bad news completely eroded the swarm network.

【Find · find · you · you · have】

Evil and gloomy whispers, like iron objects with solidified liquid attached to the exoskeleton, the swarm felt that a terrible existence was approaching, oppressing from both the material world and the spiritual world.

"How is it possible, this is underground, and the tunnels used by my clan should not be..."

The tumbling blood energy, the black giant snake reshaped and deformed in front of the worm mother and its ovary, the black dragon came over following the smell, Alcalon was very sensitive to abnormal mental fluctuations, and the worm network caught a dragon.

"Hahahaha, I promised Olmheid that I will treat you well! Come on! The carnival begins!" The evil black dragon unfolded its body, and the black-red pus dripping from the pores melted the heart flayer.Now the one who wants to merge into one is the Black Dragon.

Before the Swarm Network is crushed by the Warborn, the Mother Swarm delivers a final message.

"The mind flayers are destroyed, and the god of betrayal is in the black dragon tribe."

Mistaking the black dragon with the power of the evil god for his old father, Yemotar, was the last wrong information provided by the mind flayer.