The barren land was so cold that it was heart-chilling.
The Icy Plains was very vast. There were all kinds of powerful demon races as numerous as the stars, covering almost every corner of the plains. Compared to this place, Blood Moor, which was cleaned up by the masters of the Rogue Encampment every few months, could only be a novice village.
The Dark Hunters who were proficient in spear techniques and archery; Skeleton Undead with a complete range of combat, magic, and hunting troops; The behemoth race that had a body comparable to a miniature King Kong and immense strength. The Spikes and Zombies that could be seen everywhere were the most useless monsters here.
However, the strongest race on this cold land was neither the Dark Hunters, nor the giant beasts or skeletons. Instead, it was the lowest level of the Fallen, because they had an extremely powerful leader-Bishibosh.
Bishibosh's attributes were very ordinary, at most equivalent to an ordinary elite. However, it had an extremely abnormal skill-Great Resurrection. Most Fallen Sorcerers could only resurrect ordinary Fallen with the Resurrection Spell, but this guy could even resurrect dead Fallen Sorcerers. Bishibosh had nearly a hundred Fallen Sorcerers and more than five thousand Fallen Warriors under his command. It could be said that as long as he did not die, this Fallen tribe would be an indestructible army. How could it be easy to kill Bishibosh under heavy protection? Therefore, even the Dark Hunters and Behemoths, whose individual combat ability far surpassed the Fallen, could only retreat when they encountered Bishibosh's army.
After many battles, the Bishibosh clan grew stronger and stronger, occupying the most comfortable land in the entire Cold Plains.
However, as the saying went, the strongest part was also the weakest part, and this was the true reflection of the Bishibosh clan…
The blood-colored full moon reflected the night sky that was as dirty as a sea of blood.
"Woo ~"
The mournful howls of the wolves seemed even colder in the gloomy night.
Groups of Fallen who were cooking rotten meat, rotten grass roots, and broken tree bark in large iron pots suddenly raised their heads. Their small, vicious eyes were filled with joy.
Food!
They were only the lowest level of monsters and did not know high-tech skills such as planting and breeding. As for the demonic creatures born from the demonic energy of hell, once they died, their corpses would turn into demonic energy and return to the earth. They could not be used as food at all. Therefore, for them, they usually ate weeds that were filled with the smell of decay. Finding some human rotten meat was already something that could make them laugh. Living meat was definitely a five-star meal. It was very likely that they would not be able to eat it even once from birth to death.
As the wolf howls rose and fell, the few teams of Fallen on the outskirts of the tribe could not wait to pick up their knives and rush out while shouting slogans. However, before they could see where their food was, a dark red shadow suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was a simple swoop, and the neck of one of the fallen at the front was broken in two.
It was a snow-white giant wolf. It was about 1.5 meters tall and 2.5 meters tall from head to tail. Its silver-white fur looked extremely cold under the blood moon. Its limbs were thick and its muscles were well-proportioned. It was a perfect combination of strength and beauty.
Of course, the Fallen didn't think so.
What delicious food!
"Rakaniqiu!"
Hundreds of Fallen roared in excitement, raised their iron blades and charged at the giant wolf.
The giant wolf's cold eyes revealed a trace of contempt. It exerted strength on its four limbs and charged into the group of Fallen instead of retreating. Sharp claws, sharp fangs, and even that huge wolf tail were its weapons. They tore, bit, rammed, and swept. Every attack would break the bones of a Fallen and kill it. Unfortunately, there were many Fallen Sorcerers behind these groups of Fallen. Although the giant wolf killed quickly, the fallen sorcerers were not slow to revive. Every time it wanted to find trouble with the sorcerers, it would be held back by countless fallen sorcerers. For a time, the battle between the two sides was frozen.
However, these groups of Fallen were only a small part of the Bishibosh tribe. When another group of Fallen joined the battle, the giant wolf had no choice but to retreat. The giant wolf ran for its life, and the fallen would naturally not give up on the food that was about to reach their mouths. A dozen Fallen Sorcerers waved their staffs, and the thousands of Fallen Warriors swarmed out like a swarm of bees, chasing after the giant wolves.
Although the remaining Fallen wanted to go out and play, their boss was here, so they couldn't make the decision. However, they soon became happy because another giant wolf had come outside. Although this giant wolf was much smaller than the first one, it was still meat! Moreover, this was much bigger than a mosquito! Thus, hundreds of Fallen chased after them excitedly.
Then, another giant wolf appeared…
When the fifth giant wolf appeared and brought a large group of Fallen out for a walk, there were only about 800 Fallen left in the huge Fallen camp. However, Lord Bishibosh showed no fear, because there were more than a dozen Fallen Sorcerers among these 800 followers who were loyal to their duty. As long as these dozen Fallen Sorcerers did not die, these 800 followers could be used as 8,000.
The Fallen had never understood the meaning of " silence is gold ". More than 800 Fallen surrounded dozens of steaming iron pots and danced inexplicably. The scene was as chaotic as it could be. In this chaos, no Fallen would notice a rope that was dozens of meters long appearing in the air. A silver-white wolf shadow was slowly walking on the rope, but this wolf shadow was standing upright like a human.
Ye Li stood in the air and looked at the land below his feet that seemed a little small due to the distance. He was calm.
He had been preparing for this moment for nearly twenty days. How could he be afraid?
It had been three months since he came to this world.
In these 90 days of tough training, Ye Li's level had risen to level 17. His strength, agility, and endurance had all increased by several times. Each attribute had increased to around 50 points, and his agility had even reached 55 points. It sounded very powerful, but it was still quite a bit inferior to native professionals of the same level. He had developed his attributes evenly. The average attributes of the same profession would definitely not be as good as his, but in terms of individual attributes, they were almost twice as much as him. For example, his current strength was 51 points, but there were definitely more than 100 Barbarians of the same level. Two months ago, he had encountered a small team of native professionals in the Den of Evil. While he had to rely on various skills and pets to kill the Elite zombies in the Den, the Barbarians in the team could already fight with the Boss 'corpse in the Den of Evil. When Ye Li was secretly observing this team of native professionals surrounding the corpses and getting angry, he was really frightened.
However, Ye Li was not afraid of facing a single profession. His advantage was not in his attributes, but in the variety of skills that far surpassed a single profession.
Currently, other than Ye Xiaoli and the poison creeper, he also had five Ghost Wolves and a Clay Golem.
The current Ye Xiaoli was no longer the same as before. Her small body that was like a chicken had grown to the size of a rooster. Not only did her speed and strength increase, she could also soar in the sky at will. Her terrifying flying speed was not inferior to an ordinary eagle.
At first glance, the second summoned beast, the poisonous creeper, did not seem to have changed much. It was just that its original dark green skin had become darker. However, as its master, Ye Li naturally knew that the poison creeper had already reached level 5. The vicious poison would even turn an Elite zombie from the Cold Plains into a puddle of blood within ten seconds. The poison creeper's lethality increased exponentially. It wasn't that Ye Li had placed a new skill point on it, but rather, it was a big discovery that he had unintentionally made during the process of wiping out the demons. Ye Xiaoli could grow rapidly by devouring the magical crystals in the bodies of the monsters. The poison creeper followed suit and evolved after accidentally devouring an emerald dropped by a monster. A single broken emerald of the lowest grade could allow the poison creeper to level up, so Ye Li naturally wouldn't be stingy. Later on, the poison gems dropped by the monsters were all stuffed into its mouth by Ye Li, and under the nourishment of nearly thirty emeralds, the poison creeper could be said to have grown wildly. He had reached Level 5 without even spending a single skill point, which made Ye Li extremely happy.
The same went for the Ghost Wolf. The poison creeper needed emeralds, but the Ghost Wolf needed lightning topaz. Unfortunately, Ye Li's resources were limited, so he could only pick up one and nurture it. It was the largest Ghost Wolf that appeared at the beginning. At the same level, its strength was enough to take on an ordinary zombie army.
Ye Li, whose strength had greatly increased, had enough of playing around. Even the Ice Crow in the deep cave of the Icy Plains had died at his hands. Naturally, he had his eyes on the King of the Icy Plains, Bishibosh.
For this battle, he had spent a full seven days just scouting the terrain.
A fiery red bird flew over from afar and landed on Ye Li's shoulder.
"Is everything ready?" Ye Li used his furry claws to stroke the little red bird's head. The little red bird squinted its eyes comfortably and then nodded vigorously.
This little red bird was naturally Ye Xiaoli who had grown up quite a bit.
"Good!" Ye Li laughed loudly." The battle begins!”
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