Evolve from a Tree

3An Zi was the unit that counted down to one hour for all Anyov Race. One Anzi was equivalent to half an hour, and half an Anzi was around fifteen minutes.    0

    

Ethan and Rhett, the two monsters with Anyov Race, had seen too many similar scenes as they followed the allied forces of the other races.    

    

When the banner of the allied army appeared at the end of the horizon, there was no resistance as expected. Most of the forces had quietly retreated from this place.    

    

Their speed was so fast that the allied army couldn't even catch up to them. However, they had barely passed through half of Anz's body before they had already fled.    

    

The only ones left behind were a group of ordinary, extremely ordinary commoners.    

    

Oh, yes.    

    

There were also a small number of Spirit Cultivator and army. He did not retreat, and actually wanted to resist them in a whim.    

    

Although these two-legged sheep were extremely stupid, they had to admit that the taste of these idiots was much more delicious than those ordinary two-legged sheep.    

    

Ethan and Rhett gulped at the thought of the smell of those stupid two-legged sheep.    

    

"Hehe, no matter if this bet ends in victory or defeat, that bastard/retard, I will have it all."    

    

The two strong and fat Anyov Race simultaneously looked at each other, then turned their heads, as if nothing had happened.    

    

It was just that at some point in time, the other sleeping head had already awakened, and killing intent was brewing in its wake.    

    

"Come on, all of you, hurry up! You bunch of useless bastards!"    

    

Ethan looked at the pregnant woman walking at the back with a little girl and a big belly. His bean-sized eyes flashed with a murderous light. "Both of them." Mom. "I told you all to hurry up, to think that you would still want to stand at the back on purpose. Since you all are disobeying my orders, you all can go and die!"    

    

Wuwuwu!    

    

The powerful and heavy iron whip swung in the air, bringing up a burst of ghastly wails and shrill howls.    

    

Bang!    

    

When the ragged pregnant woman heard this, she reflexively pushed away the little girl beside her. She quickly bent down and hugged her stomach.    

    

In the next second, her frail and frail body was sent flying several meters by the iron whip. Her body landed heavily on the ground, like a rag doll.    

    

The amniotic fluid ruptured. The blood flowed out from between his legs and gathered into a small stream.    

    

The thin and frail mother's pupils dilated, her bloodied arms still tightly wrapped around her stomach. Blood dyed her festering teeth red as it slid down the corner of her mouth.    

    

His mouth opened and closed, and he could not utter a complete sentence, "Child …" Son, I … "..." "Child …"    

    

She was dead.    

    

The corpse quickly turned ice-cold, and fresh blood dyed her hair, clothes, and body red.    

    

Only the bloody arms were still wrapped around his stomach.    

    

"Mom!" You don't want to die, I don't want you to die. Daddy left, and now you and your brother have also left.    

    

"You even said that you would give me a brother and you said that you would never abandon me. We have already pulled the hook, we have already pulled the hook …"    

    

A little girl threw herself on the cold body, her thin body curled up against it, her arms wrapped tightly around her mother, her small, gray face nestled against her mangled arm.    

    

"I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave, I don't want …" The whimpering sound was like a gust of cold wind that came from the Northen Lands.