Zhang Hong stared at the dead body on the ground with a gloomy expression.
Cole squatted on the ground, searching the body with a dagger.
"Okay, okay, stop looking at this disgusting thing." Zhang Hong turned his back and scanned the hall. He didn't find any new clues. He asked, "If you were to fight this expert, would you be sure to beat him?"
Cole shook his head and said, "We have no chance in a face-to-face fight. If it's a sneak attack, that's hard to say. No matter how strong a person is, they all have their weaknesses. It depends on whether we can find them."
"That's all nonsense." Zhang Hong paced back and forth for a few steps. "If we run into this guy, can we escape?"
"If I use the Sprint Technique and your Wind Shoes Technique and start running as soon as I see him, I will have at least an 80% chance of success." Cole said this, but he knew in his heart that the 80% chance referred to himself. As for Zhang Hong, he wouldn't even have a 10% chance.
"Eighty percent, eighty percent." Zhang Hong muttered for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it! Chase them down and kill those two guys, and I'll give you more money!"
As the two were about to go inside, Zhang Hong suddenly asked, "Do you think Ji Yijun and the others can handle that expert?"
"Impossible," Cole said.
Zhang Hong sighed and said, "Let's go, be careful."
The two of them released their own magic, and the double magic was added to their bodies. Even when they walked slowly, their feet were as fast as running. The two walked in the back hall for a while and found another six bodies lying on the ground. Four of them fell to the ground, with a huge crack on their backs and their spines cut off, as if they were hit hard by a huge blade while running away.
The other two had wounds on their chests and were lying not far from the previous people. The swords in their hands were still held, but had been split into two.
After inspecting the scene, Cole said, "This is where the two groups of people who entered the temple met. The bandits must have arrived first, and on their way to explore the underground palace, they were ambushed by the masters who came from behind. The first four were stabbed to death from behind before they could react, and the last two probably turned around to resist, but still didn't survive the blow. Judging from the wounds, the one who attacked was a master swordsman with a domineering style."
"How is it compared to the javelin in front?" Zhang Hong looked at the way he came and went cautiously, and asked anxiously. It looked as if someone might rush out from the surroundings at any time.
"The one who used the javelin was better. That person has at least reached the peak of the middle-level warrior, and has even broken through to the high level. The swordsman used too much force, which means he hasn't yet reached the level of being able to control his strength at will. He's probably still at the middle level, like me." Cole took a few steps forward and looked carefully at the footprints at the fork in the road ahead. "Then the horse thieves started to escape. They went their separate ways. But I guess Orville and Awan, the ones you want to kill, took this road. Awan is tall and his footprints are big. Well, some of them are injured."
"You said this one, so let's take this one. Let's follow it." Zhang Hong now hoped to solve the problem as soon as possible, and urged impatiently.
After walking a few steps, a goblin's body was split in half and appeared on the road, with blood and internal organs all over the ground. Zhang Hong finally couldn't help it and vomited.
"Unlucky goblin. The swordsman chased after him, and it must have been thrown out as a weapon to stop the enemy." Cole took out his knife and tried to find the goblin's left ear, but found that the left half of his head had been blown to pieces. He had no choice but to cut off his right ear, and then said: "Zhang Hong, you have to help me prove that this right ear belongs to a goblin without a left ear, and it must be worth one silver spear coin."
When Zhang Hong heard this, he had to vomit again.
After walking for a while, they came to a fork in the road again. Cole looked at the ground and pondered for a while before saying, "It seems that the bandits have divided their forces again and sent two minions to lure the swordsman away with blood, but the swordsman didn't fall for it. Awan and Orville still took the right road. We have to be careful next time. If they fight to the death, we may run into them."
Cole took an arrow, put it on the bowstring, and walked carefully towards the passage on the right.
Zhang Hong also took out a short magic wand, which he borrowed from the wild wizard after spending two cans of chocolate. It made it easier for him to cast ice arrow magic. He repeatedly outlined the magic pattern in his mind several times before he could keep up with Cole's pace.
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Ye Zi and Ji Yijun finally came to a hall, which was larger than the entrance hall. The ceiling was so high that it was difficult to see clearly. Two rows of pillars were embedded in the wall, supporting the roof from both sides. The house was still very simple, with nothing in it except a stone platform more than three meters high in the middle.
There seemed to be something on the stone platform emitting a faint white light.
In front of the stone platform, a man in a black robe with silver edges was standing with his hands behind his back. He had long black hair and was tall and thin. Although he stood there motionless, he automatically became the focus of the entire room. Next to him, a scarred man wearing leather armor stood by with a long sword in his hand.
The man in black robe did nothing, but when Ye Zi looked at him, she suddenly felt a shock in her heart. Her body's instinct told her that this man was very powerful and very dangerous.
"That guy... seems to be even more difficult to deal with." Ji Yijun said in her ear.
Ye Zi knew that he was comparing Wu Xiao, a powerful warrior who could easily overpower both of them.
"If, if things get bad later... I will pounce on the man in black. You must run away immediately."
"I… "
"I brought you here, so I must take responsibility. You must run away immediately. Do you understand?"
When Ye Zi and Ji Yijun walked up to the stone platform under the leadership of Wu Xiao, the man in black robe turned around.
He had a pair of bright black eyes and looked very young, like a college student of the same age as Ji Yijun. However, when Ye Zi looked into his eyes, she found that his eyes were like an abyss that could not be seen to the bottom, as if they had penetrated countless time.
Wu Xiao walked forward, knelt on one knee, and reported: "High Priest, I brought two people who claim to be able to hear the call of the artifact."
"I know everything. You did a great job." The voice of the young man in black robe was a little hoarse, giving people a heavy and solemn feeling. He stared at Ye Zi for a while, and said to the scarred man beside him: "Pas, they should be the people you mentioned, right?"
"Yes, high priest. They are the people who fell from the sky. They all have black hair and eyes." When saying this, Scarpas couldn't help but sneak a peek at the young man's black hair.
"Not bad, really good." The young man kept nodding his head and staring at Ye Zi as if he was looking at something strange.
Ye Zi felt very uncomfortable being stared at by him. Just when she was about to speak, she heard Ji Yijun scolding her, "What are you looking at? You guy, didn't anyone tell you that staring at girls is rude?"
Scar Pas and Wu Xiao both became furious when they heard Ji Yijun's tone. They raised their weapons and pointed them at Ji Yijun. As long as the high priest gave the order, they would have his head chopped off.
The high priest waved his hand at them and asked them to step back. He smiled and said to Ji Yijun, "If there is a mystery that has not been solved for thousands of years and you are about to find the answer, how would you react? I think I was very reserved just now."
Ji Yijun raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't understand what you are saying. But since you brought us here for no apparent reason, you must give us an explanation. We are not here for you to watch."
The young man nodded and said, "My name is Zhan Hun, and I am one of the four high priests of the Temple of War. You must be wondering what happened today. Why did we appear here at the same time as you? Why did you hear the call? If you ask me... this is fate. A fate arranged by God. The cause of all this today has been buried in the years, but everything that will happen must be the result of some kind of pre-arrangement. The torrent of time washed it away, and finally the fruit of this moment appeared."
Ji Yijun and Ye Zi looked at each other, and both understood each other's eyes: What is he talking about? !
Zhan Hun seemed to understand their doubts. He pointed at Ye Zi and said, "It's too early to explain everything now. My guess has not been verified. I just need you to do one thing. Then everyone can get the answer."
"Me?" Ye Zi asked puzzledly.
Ji Yijun stretched out his hand to stop Ye Zi behind him and said, "If you have anything to do, let me do it."
"You can't do this, and neither can I. Only she can do it. Yes, as long as she is that person, she can do it."
"Who am I?"
"You will know after you finish this." Zhan Hun turned and made way. Behind him was a stone staircase leading to the high platform. "What you need to do is very simple. Go up and take down the spear."
Ye Zi and Ji Yijun looked in the direction he pointed, and there was indeed a spear above the stone platform, hovering in the air about a meter high, slowly sinking and floating, like a branch floating in the rippling water. The spear was snow-white, with a slender tip like a willow leaf and a round ring at the end, with a groove in the middle, as if something was missing. Under the light from above, countless fine runes like leaf veins appeared and disappeared around the spear.
Ye Zi stared at the gun quietly, and a strong sense of intimacy surged in her heart, as if the gun belonged to her.
At this moment, Ji Yijun suddenly sprinted and pounced on the platform like a clever monkey. He deliberately turned a small corner to the side to avoid the interception of the fighting spirit. However, the fighting spirit saw all this, but had no intention of stopping him.
Just as Ji Yijun was about to step onto the first step, his body paused, as if he had hit an invisible wall, making a dull sound. Because he used too much force, his forehead and nose were immediately covered in blood. If he hadn't activated his fighting spirit to protect himself, this collision would have cost him his life.
Ji Yijun slumped to the ground, holding his nose. He saw Zhan Hun looking at him and smiling: "I said, if you can't do it, then neither can I."
Ye Zi's thoughts seemed to have flown away to who knows where, and she had no reaction to Ji Yijun's experience. She walked towards the platform with a dull look in her eyes.