The curse witch is terrible, but it is not particularly difficult to kill him with all the strength of the city, but who would sacrifice the whole city for one person
If he really angered the curse witch, no one would be able to bear it if he cast a large-scale city-destroying curse at the cost of his own life and the lives of Jiuyuan people regardless of the punishment of the gods.
At present, what the curse witch did to Tucheng is still reasonable, but it is only aimed at the temple, the royal family, and the high-level blood warriors who hunted him down. The damage he caused in Tucheng is actually not serious—at least Queen Cuiyu can still He had the strength to run to Yincheng for help.
Now that Tucheng is in danger, the wall is falling and everyone pushes up. On the surface of Wucheng, he is looking for the witch to explain, but he just doesn't intervene in the enmity between Tucheng and the witch. Shuicheng and Huocheng, who have feuds with Tucheng for generations, are eager to see Tucheng's jokes, they will only make trouble and will never lend a hand to help.
And Tucheng itself is a bit unstable, maybe because they haven't had a tenth-level fighter for so many years, all the major forces under Tucheng are ready to move, who doesn't want to go up to a higher level
The high priest of Piantu City disappeared, and the few senior temple warriors who went with him did not return. Faced with these superimposed situations, the Tucheng royal family and the temple will panic, and they will desperately want someone who can take charge of the overall situation to go back. At least this person must be able to deter other forces.
Half-orcs can intimidate Yincheng and other forces, so why not curse witches? So even though they knew that Yuan Zhan was threatening them nakedly, they still had to accept the threat.
Yan Mo chuckled secretly, thinking that the curse was like the nuclear weapons of various countries in his previous life, why some small countries would rather risk their citizens not having enough to eat, and tighten their belts to develop nuclear weapons? No, it's just to deal with a situation like now - I won't take the initiative to hit you, but if you dare to touch me, I will fight you hard, barefoot or wearing shoes, you see who is more disadvantaged.
And Yuan Zhan is already very remarkable, he has already reached level eight at the age of twenty, if his age and achievements are revealed, the jaws of the people in this hall will probably be shocked. But even so, he is still not qualified to be a deterrent, but will only become a threat that people want to eliminate in advance.
The curse witch can appear beside them and accept him as a disciple, and he is so defensive that Yan Mo even believes that the fruit of witch luck can really bring him good luck.
"Azhan, take your time, don't worry, I believe you will become a tenth-level or even more powerful master, and it's okay to hold up the old man's banner before that." Yan Mo subtly felt someone's desire A trace of frustration, casually comforted.
Yuan Zhan sneered, refusing to admit that he was indeed relieved after hearing this sentence. How can a proud man be willing to threaten others in the name of others, and this person is Mo's master? That's even more subtle.
These personal psychological activities are a long story, but in fact, it was only a blink of an eye. After Yuan Zhan said that he had brought the medicine to remove the scar, the King of Yincheng did not hesitate to ask someone to bring the prepared slaves.
The female slave was about twenty years old, although she shrank a little when she entered the hall, there was nothing wrong with her salute and speech.
When the slave raised her face, everyone could see that there was a very serious old scar on her face. The scar stretched from her right eye to the corner of her mouth. The knot not only ruined half of her face, it was also unbearable to see.
Yan Mo felt that this female slave seemed to have a kind face, but the scar was rather obtrusive, and he couldn't remember where he had seen a similar face.
"Can such scars be removed?" King Yincheng asked. If such scars could be removed, then his daughter's scratches should not be a problem.
Queen Cuiyu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly sneered, "Scars like this can only be found by priests of the healing department. I have never heard of any medicine that can remove such scars."
Everyone didn't refute Queen Cuiyu's words, because everyone who knew knew how many healing priests she had found after being cursed, but no matter how powerful the healing priest was, as soon as she was healed here, she had already started to heal her. Re-infested by the curse.
Hiring a healing priest is not cheap, and there are no powerful healing priests in Tucheng's subordinate forces. If she wants to hire someone, she has to owe favors to other forces, but Queen Cuiyu is not a person who can humble herself, and Asking a healing priest can only relieve her temporary pain. Over time, Empress Cuiyu has basically given up the idea of finding a healing priest to treat her, but will buy some medicines that can stop bleeding and sores and relieve her skin condition for a long time.
Yuan Zhan ignored Queen Cuiyu, raised his hand and beckoned to the female slave, "Come here."
The female slave looked up, and after getting permission, she got up and walked carefully to Yuan Zhan's side.
Yuan Zhan put down the rattan basket behind his back, and waved his hands to let the hard soil covered on the surface recede, revealing the white cloth inside.
"Medicine alone is not enough for a wound like yours. We need our priests to perform tribal secrets on you. This process is very painful. Can you bear it?"
The female slave gritted her teeth and trembled slightly, "Yes."
"Sit down facing the rattan basket."
The female slave did not dare to sit, but knelt down instead.
Yuan Zhan asked in his mind: "Mo, are you ready?"
"Okay." Yan Mo really didn't want to admit it, since he came here, he has become a professional in playing tricks.
Yuan Zhan took out a ninth-level Yuanjing coin paid by Lanyin and put it in the rattan basket.
Lan Yin's eyes were sharp, seeing that a secret method required a ninth-level Yuanjing coin, she felt relieved and frowned at the same time. He could almost predict in advance that the original battle leader would probably openly ask him for the ninth-level Yuanjing coins that he wanted to use later.
Lan Yinju feels distressed, it's fine to use a nine-level coin on the eldest princess, but it's really a big loss to use it on slaves. At this moment, he almost shouted to stop and change, but he couldn't! Annoyed him to death.
The eldest prince looked into the rattan basket with his head hooked, and was pushed away by Yuan Zhan.
The original warrior reached into the white cloth.
Yan Mo closed his eyes, slowly detached from Yuan Zhan's body, and attached himself to his own body.
Severe pain hit him in an instant!
Yan Mo wailed silently. For this performance, he also worked hard, but this was part of the plan of the two of them, and it would not work if they didn't do it. Yuan Zhan once wanted to change the plan, but he felt that he couldn't bear this little pain? The result is really impossible!
A phantom floated above the rattan basket, it was vague and indistinct, and it could barely be seen that it was a person.
This is a small technique mentioned in the inheritance of the use of spiritual power of the Bone Refining Clan. It can make images appear in the mental body. Generally, only advanced mental power manipulators can use it.
Yan Mo is very reluctant to use this skill. If he doesn't have the ninth-level Yuanjing coin, he will definitely not be able to use it with his mental body that is still recovering.
"The soul power manifests!" Blunted the high priest Lanyin who had already sat down, and he also stood up and took two steps towards the middle of the hall.
Yuan Zhan turned his gaze to him, and his whole body entered the best attacking state.
Queen Cuiyu was eager for them to fight, but Lan Yin insisted on stopping, his expression did not hide his shock at all.
The King of Yincheng immediately asked Lanyin in a low voice, what is the manifestation of soul power.
Lan Yin shook his head, "This is a legend, and I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It is said that only when various intelligent races are fighting each other can someone use soul power. Force Manipulators…”
A tenth-level soul power manipulator! These seven words were like a thunderbolt, which made everyone in the hall dizzy. Is this Jiuyuan really a very powerful hidden tribe? Look, they not only have curse witches and human-faced Kunpeng clan to cheer, their leader is also a dual-line blood warrior, and he has reached the eighth level of soil control at a young age! Now they actually hid a high priest with tenth level of soul power
The figure on the rattan basket became a little clearer than before, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, but that was enough to make everyone in the hall stare wide-eyed. They have never seen the power of the soul can be manifested, is this a ghost in daylight
After the female slave saw the shadow of the ghost, her body began to tremble, and she didn't even dare to lift her head.
Yan Mo was in severe pain, and he raised his hands and feet very slowly. He originally wanted to play Wu Qin Xi to fool people, but the convulsions and severe pain from his soul made it difficult for him to simply raise his hands and kick his legs, let alone perform moves.
Yan Mo had no choice but to float slowly above the female slave, and stretched his fingers between her eyebrows.
The female slave seemed to feel something, she raised her head, her eyes were full of fear and anticipation at the same time.
Yan Mo raised his fingers very slowly, and everyone in the hall was panicking, but no one dared to speak.
Finally pointing his fingers between the eyebrows, Yan Mo saw that the female slave was about to faint, so he conveyed a goodwill to her, and said to her: "Don't be afraid, child, accept my blessing. From now on, don't forget to be kind." Nian, even if you step on thorns, I will be with you, and we will walk to the mother goddess together."
The slave girl shed tears. She heard the voice of God, the voice was so gentle and warm, the anger and grievance brought to the test drug all disappeared, and her heart became calm again, no, she had never been so calm, she felt that she Already found a true God to serve.
Now even if the ghost in front of her told her that her face could never be restored, she would not be afraid anymore. From then on, she would not be afraid of any hardships, because the Son of God was with her.
Yan Mo withdrew his hand, in order to ease the pain in his soul, he circled slowly, and stepped back to the rattan basket with vain steps—he had had enough! He wants to go back to the original Battle Soul Sea right now!
But Yan Mo's extremely slow movements, which represent pain, are regarded as infinitely mysterious and elegant in the eyes of others.
"The dance of sacrifice..." Lan Yin murmured, looking at the soul shadow with eager and complicated eyes.
Whether it is the manifestation of soul power or the dance of sacrifices, it is said that they have disappeared in the war. Although some powerful priests and witches can dance the dance of sacrifices, no one can dance with their souls. Legend has it that it is the only one that can dance with God Sacrificial means of direct communication.
Kuhara...! Lan Yin clenched his hands.
Queen Yincheng on the steps changed her lazy look and sat up straight. The king next to her took her hand.
Queen Cuiyu bit her lip, she was obviously very surprised but insisted on making such an expression on her face.
Princess Ramona's eyes lit up strangely, and she suddenly made a decision in her heart at this moment.
The eldest prince La Moling seemed to be the most sober person in the hall, but he never let go of Yan Mo's every move during the whole process.
Laymen watched the excitement, while experts watched the doorway. Lan Yin watched the sacrificial dance from the beginning to the end, with an unprecedentedly heavy expression on his face. Jiuyuan, he still underestimated this tribe, no wonder that Mowu Jiaocheng is still alive, no wonder the witches in Wucheng accepted him as a disciple, once this person recovers, their original plan may not be carried out.
But if the original plan is really implemented, will there be another mysterious and powerful tribal enemy in their Yincheng? And will their plan really work perfectly
Yuan Zhan started the last step quietly. He took out the refined medicine pot and handed it to Yan Mo's spiritual body.
Yan Mo shouted in his heart that this was the last step, put his hand on the medicine jar, and then disappeared quickly!
Yan Mo, who returned to the original Battle Soul Sea, was as tired as a dog, unable to speak.
Yuan Zhan walked up to the female slave with a serious and solemn expression, making her look up.
The slave girl raised her face very submissively.
"I'm going to reopen your wound."
"Yes, my lord." There was no trace of fear or hesitation in the female slave's eyes.
Yuan Zhan took out a small bone dagger traded from Zhimu, and lightly slashed at the slave girl's face.
The scar on the slave girl's face was cut and blood dripped from her face. But the female slave insisted on holding back and didn't cry out.
There was a little appreciation in Yuan Zhan's eyes. He scratched the female slave's scar just to make the ointment work faster. Of course, he had already tested it on himself before this.
The ointment was applied to the face and the bleeding stopped almost immediately.
"It hurts a bit, hold back."
"Yes, my lord, I can bear it."
Seeing the slave girl's expression, the eldest prince had that wicked smile on his face again. The others didn't notice the change of a little slave girl at all, at most they felt that this slave girl was more able to bear the pain.
Everyone quietly watched the change on the slave girl's face, and the clever attendant brought clean water for the slave girl to wash her face.
Beads of sweat appeared on the female slave's forehead, and her body trembled from the pain. It was so painful, it felt like her face had been torn apart.
Pain followed by itching. Pain can be tolerated, but few people can resist itching.
Seeing that the female slave was about to scratch her face, Yuan Zhan stopped her, "It's almost done, don't move around."
About five minutes later, the female slave raised her hand to touch her face with feeling. The attendant next to her immediately asked her to wash her face with clean water.
The female slave washed off the blood on her face, then raised her head, and everyone in the hall gasped.
Of course it wasn't that the slave girl was ugly, or that her wounds had worsened. But the scar that occupied half of the slave girl's face really disappeared!
Now there is only a trace of red marks on the slave girl's face, the part that has grown up is redder and tenderer than other parts, and everything else is fine.
Queen Cuiyu's eyes widened, she wanted this medicine so much, even if it hurt a little, as long as it could restore her face, even if it only lasted for a day. But this silent witch who refines medicine is their enemy in Tucheng!
Queen Cuiyu wants Jiuyuan people to die even more, if she can't get it, why should others get it
miracle! For this slave girl, this was a miracle. God finally had mercy on her and blessed her. Although the Tucheng Temple also has powerful priests, they and their gods have never blessed a slave. The female slave wanted to bow down to the rattan basket behind her, but she held back.
A familiar face appeared in Yan Mo's mind, and he couldn't help being extremely surprised when he saw this female slave again. It can't be such a coincidence, can it
Yuan Zhan raised his hand and threw the small medicine jar to the eldest princess, "there is not much left, but it should be enough for you to use. Your wound is shallow and relatively new, so you don't need to cut it again. Just wipe it once in the morning and evening, and it should be healed the next day." Grow well. Then you will feel hot pain or itching on your face, don't scratch."
"Good medicine!" The king of Yincheng wanted to ask Yuan Zhan for more of this kind of medicine, but was gently pulled by his queen.
"La Moling, I will entrust these two honored guests from afar to you, don't mess around." The queen pressed her forehead, her expression seemed a little tired.
Lan Yin also has no intention of keeping the two former Zhans. He has to rearrange some matters, and he needs to discuss with the two His Majesties.
La Moling waved to Yuan Zhan, signaling Yuan Zhan to follow him.
Yuan Zhan carried the rattan basket on his back.
Everyone else, including the female slave, also withdrew, as did Queen Cuiyu, but Ramona took the initiative to stay.
The other two princes looked at each other and did not leave.
Seeing this, the King of Yincheng sighed slightly.
It was still raining outside, but Lamo Ling walked into the rain without hesitation, and did not allow any attendants to follow him. The attendant had nothing to do with him, so he could only sew it on from a distance.
Yuan Zhan sealed the rattan basket with soil again, and slowly followed behind La Moling.
They are not safe yet, and the eldest prince is also very weird, and they have to be careful in every step after that.
"You can talk." Yuan Zhan stood shoulder to shoulder with the eldest prince.
The eldest prince turned his head and winked at Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan shut up.
The eldest prince seemed to be waiting for the follow-up, and after waiting for a long time without hearing a word, he couldn't help but turned his head to look at him uncomfortable.
Yuan Zhan knew that the other party wanted him to take the initiative to ask, but he just didn't say anything.
The eldest prince's extremely handsome face wrinkled, as painful as if he couldn't get out of a hole.
Yuan Zhan turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery. The terrain of this castle is relatively complicated. If you don't pay attention, you don't know which floor you are on.
"Mo, how are you?"
"Headache!" Yan Mo groaned.
Yuan Zhan was helpless and angry, "I said not to do that..."
"We have too few chips, and you said that you don't want to expose the secrets of my body, so I came up with such an idea."
Yuan Zhan endured it. Sooner or later, he will make everyone fear him, and Yan Mo just needs to rely on him to show off his prestige. "Have you noticed that Lan Yin's expression is very strange when he sees you?"
"He won't see that it is the inheritance of the Bone Refining Clan?" Yan Mo also felt a little worried.
"Not like that. I can't tell you exactly, but he seemed pretty shocked."
"East..." A weak voice interjected.
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan asked at the same time: "What is east?"
The two shut up at the same time, and Yan Mo raised his spirits, "It's not me! It's Wu Guo!"
"He's awake?"
"It doesn't seem like it." However, Wu Guo could still struggle to speak out and point out the direction in a deep sleep, Yan Mo lost all pain and fatigue, and immediately urged Yuan Zhan, "Quickly, go to the east and see what's there! "