Devil

"Wow!" There are a lot of monsters in the guests who know the goods. They almost immediately recognized the identity of the Warcraft.

"Abyss species! It is an abyss!" Immediately there was a monster called out!

This sound also affirmed the hearts of other uncertain unidentified creatures, but the magical object that has not yet recognized the Warcraft identity is a surprise, more discerned.

"Yes, this is an abyss species. The location of the arrest is forbidden, but the home of the 100-day banquet is just the abyss!" Just when the monsters talked about it, the banquet masters on the high platform. Speak again.

The mouth was slightly proud of the slight upwards, and Trude’s face was full of pride.

It is no wonder that he is proud to be able to capture an abyss as the main venue for the "100-day feast". It is something that has not happened in many years.

"Ah~ really huge! This type of body, only the abyss can grow out?" The guests were excited and whispered.

"You look at its teeth, it's a multi-layered jagged!"

The adults are so excited about themselves, they also picked up the little monsters around them and pointed them to the underlying Warcraft.

Until the bottom of Warcraft made an angry roar!

Its voice has been hoarse, probably has been smashed for too long. At the same time as the snoring came the sound of the chain from the bottom. Force the force to the limit -

Then the sound slowed down and became a crisp sound of shackles and chains.

The following is too dark, the above monsters can only see the part of the Warcraft head, even if you can not see the following scene, but it is not difficult to imagine that the Warcraft must be firmly tied by the chain.

After all, it is the main venue for the 100-day banquet.

How can the "meeting place" be arbitrarily moved?

"The dog has stayed in the main venue for a hundred days. Today is the first hundred days. It is also the day when he can come out." Trude’s voice rang from the high platform, and looked down. The huge World of Warcraft in the bottom of the cage, he has a faint madness on his face.

This makes this seemingly "good guy" monster seem to finally meet his identity.

The faces of the guests also showed a dark, magical smile.

"Next - all the gifts from the guests are presented!" There was a command in the mouth, and Trude waved his hand, and the waiters below acted immediately.

The music in the venue seems to have dropped. A burst of noise came from a distance, it was the cicada of Warcraft, not one end, two heads, but a lot of World of Warcraft humming.

The waiters in the snow-white waiter suits were carrying a five-flowered World of Warcraft, and they lined up with a neat team from another entrance.

A head of Warcraft looks strange, not a common World of Warcraft. It can be seen from the sharp teeth in their mouth that these big guys, if not tied, must be a rare beast in their respective areas of residence, but at this moment They are clean and clean, every silk is smooth, every scale is neat, and it is neatly managed. The body is also tied with a variety of gorgeous ribbons.

At this moment, they are gifts.

Some World of Warcraft seems to have foreseen what is going to happen, feeling the dangerous atmosphere of the bottom of World of Warcraft, they are struggling and desperate.

But before they could make two more calls, the waiters who stood them would give a punch, but with a gentle wave, the heads of their rises would be hanged down.

One of the waiters’ fists was heavy, and the Warcraft neck he was responsible for was deformed by the hammer.

Carefully looking at the owner on the high platform, the waiter squeezed a cold sweat.

Fortunately, there are many "gifts". Trude on the high platform is still grateful to the guests. I am grateful to everyone for coming to today's 100th banquet. Thank you for sending so many "precious gifts". Then, he announced:

"The next step is the time to open the gift that everyone is looking forward to! After a while, the dog will come out and thank everyone!"

Trude said, his hand is a pendulum.

The two waiters standing in the first row immediately stepped forward, and the singer next to them uttered the name of the giver aloud, accompanied by a deliberately long tone of singing, and the waiters threw the Warcraft on their shoulders.

Throw into the abyss.

Two huge beasts came from below.

The sound of the teeth biting into the flesh is followed by a sizzling sound of food.

It should be an extremely brutal scene, but at this time the guests here are all monsters. In the face of this scene, all the faces of the guests have a strange excitement.

"...thanks to the gift from Mr. Baroyo Chaddel..." Another sing, the second World of Warcraft was cast.

"The next gift comes from Mr. Jin Murphyt Firzaha, a very precious Zrube, thank you for your gift!"

The gift of the black hair monster is presented in the position of about tenth place. This is an ordinary position. Because the kind is more precious, the singer specially thanked a few extras.

The eyes of the Warcraft have completely dyed the scarlet, the claws of the teeth, the waiters who are holding it are a little white, they hold the green ribbon on the body of Warcraft, fearing that the World of Warcraft will break free of **** and bite oneself. !

All the guests were excited to see the scene in front of them, the blood was faintly stained with the eyes of each monster, and there seemed to be a dark current inside the venue.

Uneasy, anxious, looking forward, excited, excited.

The painful mourning is the most wonderful music for the monsters.

Even Trude’s eyes, which have always been self-sustaining, have turned red.

And sent the magical thing that was being sacrificed to Warcraft at this time - Jin Murphyt Firzaha, did not look up, he just looked at the abyss not far away.

This "gift" is that he let Laura prepare in advance and place it in another car. When he teased the black egg with fruit, the Warcraft was stunned by the subordinates and decorated with dark green. Ribbons.

Warcraft tied with a dark green ribbon was finally thrown away.

During the process of throwing, he grabbed the arm of a waiter in the struggle, and the waiter made a scream, but without much shouting, his companion immediately pulled him down.

As if there was no such episode, the singer continued to sing, and the Warcraft, one after another, was thrown down.

The **** smell gradually came from below.

Very strong **** smell.

Under the abyss, the eyes of the trapped Warcraft have turned into two scarlet scarves.

The smell of blood made the monsters above the ground more and more excited, and the mood of all the monsters began to be wrong.

This is the 100th banquet!

Unconsciously, with the blood spattered by the death of Warcraft one after another, the legendary 100-day feast has been started silently!

Legend has it that monsters and Warcraft can rely on other creatures or World of Warcraft to make themselves stronger.

A long time ago, the ancient monsters did this. They hunted powerful Warcraft and even monsters and relied on engulfing to make themselves stronger.

However, this is actually a very narrow channel.

As the monsters became more and more aware of the "force", they gradually found that this method was actually dangerous.

Or, it is dangerous for the present monster.

The bloodlines of the "abyss" have gradually faded into their blood. Using this method may not make them stronger, and the greater possibility is that they will explode and die!

Then someone invented another method: take the fetus out of the mother's body one hundred days before the birth of the fetus, and then catch a Warcraft or a monster as a childcare bag, in some way let the fetus establish a connection with it, In the time, all the nutrients that the fetus is finally matured are all provided by this Warcraft or the monster.

The selected Warcraft or Monster was madly fed with a variety of powerful Warcraft and even monsters during this time. The power of the madness scrubbed their blood. This Warcraft/Magic itself is a filter that is filtered. The milder power is injected into the fetus that is born in the body through special channels. In the first hundred days, the fetus breaks out.

This day is the day when the fetus was truly born. However, he was forcibly stripped of his mother's womb as early as one hundred days ago, so it is also known as the “Hundred Days Banquet”.

This is a **** celebration party.

Nowadays, the underlying World of Warcraft is fed with energy far beyond its absorption range. Under its extreme pain, the energy absorbed by the fetus in the body has reached an extreme, and the fetus is about to fall into the ground!

All the monsters on the scene can feel this kind of fluctuation, the scene instantly becomes very quiet, all the monsters are different expressions, they are excited to look deep in the abyss -

The black hair monster is also one of them.

Quietly, quietly hanging his throat, no one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

His lips moved slightly, as if he was talking, but Lu Lin, who was closest to him, did not hear anything.

He is more concerned with the little monsters of his family than the newborns that are about to be born.

At this moment, the little magic of their family is just below the black hole, deep in the abyss;

In that dying mourning, but suffering from being bound, a move can not move the World of Warcraft...

Inside the body.

Yes, Trude’s so-called “more fun place”, the so-called “can make the little monster get a more expensive gift”, refers to the place closest to the “born place”, the body of the same monster.

As early as the day when the first fetus was placed, the body of the great monster was opened up.

A black road.

It is no longer a living being, it is just a petri dish.

The black egg is in this dish.

"Yeah?" Feel the violent vibrations under his feet. The little monster looked up and saw an incomprehensible voice in his mouth.