Zimo finally crawled out of the pile of rocks.

The cliff collapsed suddenly and his feet were empty. He had only had time to pull the people around him, and he had already fallen to the bottom of the cliff with the gravel and soil.

Fortunately, this height did not mean that he would be killed, but it was hard to say whether others would be killed.

He was still thinking like this when he was falling, his shaking eyes swept across other companions who were also falling, and his heart was palpitations with the worst results.

It was not enough to fall to the bottom of the cliff. He was dizzy when he fell to the ground, and then the gravel and soil poured down made him think he was going to die. At the same time, the earth was shaking and shaking made him complain.

Finally, when the earth returned to peace and the overwhelming smoke gradually settled down, Zimo coughed while standing up and scanning the tragic situation that could be described as "corpses everywhere".

"Ahem, hey, are you all alive?" Zimo pulled his feet out of the pile of gravels, looked at the bloodstains on it, and started shouting again, "Live, let's squeak!"

"squeak……"

"squeak."

"Squeak~"

Some people began to respond in a scattered manner, and then more and more people followed. Zimo smiled with relief as he heard the squeaking.

"Everyone is so energetic, get up quickly and don't pretend to be dead!"

He limped towards a large stone on one side, looked around the stone, and patted: "There is no one below?"

"Boss, if you get hit by such a big stone, you must be dead. How could someone have it?"

Someone around Zimo answered.

Zi Mo sat down against the stone, looked at the person talking and said, "How are you? How much blood has you been thrown away?"

"Not many," the man cried, "only bloody skin left."

"Me too."

“I have one third left.”

"I have a few drops left..."

People who got up from the ground reported their blood volume. When Zimo heard this, he suffered heavy losses. Most of them had one-fifth left, and a few unlucky ones left with blood skin, but only one of them had a few drops left. And those even more unlucky people were obviously already back to the city.

Zi Mo arranged about eighty people here. Apart from the six sent to protect the two girls Blue and White Purang, there are only more than forty people left now, barely half of them survived.

"This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster." Zimo muttered helplessly.

Although he had known for a long time that the barrier would collapse completely after the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer left, he did not expect that it would collapse so much, such physicality, and even the entire circle of mountain cliffs would collapse.

"It's so quiet, all the flower demons were killed?"

Someone said this, and the others were shocked to realize that the hideous and thick vines had all disappeared, and only these people were left here.

"Hey, look over there! So beautiful!"

Someone pointed to the sea of ​​flowers in the valley and shouted excitedly. This person was obviously a big heart, and it was also possible that he was the lucky one with one-third of his blood left. He was not too panicked at this moment.

"Then... it seems something is wrong..." A person not far away from Zi Mo pointed to a sudden black land in the distance and signaled Zi Mo to look.

Zi Mo looked over and frowned. Why did he seem to see someone, it seems to be that elf every day? She is... kneeling there? What is she doing?

"That that! Boss, look! That Lark!"

Zi Mo was thinking about whether to go over and take a look, but someone pointed in the air and shouted out.

He looked up and saw that it was Simire Lak, who was wearing a white robe, who fell from the air, but not from them, but behind the figure that looked very much like Nian Nian.

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In the air, Simire saw the land that had been raging by the fire from afar: a dark sore spot sunk incompatible with the green land, like a terrible abscess that suddenly appeared on a healthy person.

Simire's heart sank immediately, and he couldn't help but curse: "fxxk!"

He did not see Hazel among those in the Silver Button Mercenary Corps.

When he noticed this, he guessed that this person must have resentment towards Nian Nian, so he sneaked here to wait for an opportunity to take revenge when everyone was concentrating on the barrier.

It would be fine if Hazel was just alone. According to his estimate of Nian's breath sensing skill level, if Hazel wants to use some more lethal skills, then he will definitely be noticed by Nian Nian. Those more hidden small skills cannot threaten Nian Nian, who is very strong and vigilant.

But in fact, in addition to Hazel, there was also the high-level wind-type holy wizard, Olus.

The Wind-Speed ​​Master has always been considered the nemesis of the Elf Clan. In addition to being the repulsive of the Wind-Speed ​​Magicians, the Wind-Speed ​​Master can effectively sense the arrow trajectories of those archers, and the Wind-Speed ​​Master can use the magic elements they trigger to interfere with the breath sensing of the Elf Clan.

With the interference of wind magic and the cover of Zi Mo's gang of people fighting, and the chaos when the barrier collapsed, it was really hard to fall into the attack every year.

Simire was a little nervous. At this moment, he just wanted to determine his life and death every year as soon as possible.

He didn't know if Niannian had been burned to death and returned to the city. At least they were a bit of a friendship. He didn't want this player who had some connection with him to die like this, and he didn't want to see Niannian die under such a sinister plot.

Finally, he saw the thin figure kneeling in the middle of the dark spot.

He breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!