It's already autumn. WwW.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.CoMIn the mountainous areas in autumn, sometimes it is even hotter than in summer.
It had just rained, and then the scorching sun made the entire forest look indescribably hot and humid, making it almost suffocating. Poisonous snakes and poisonous insects have all hid in cool and moist places, and wild beasts and birds have also stayed in their nests, unwilling to be poisoned by the sun. There were only some powerful monsters wandering leisurely in the forest, looking for food, patrolling their territory, and fighting for a long and boring afternoon.
Karajan joined Krisma's team a week ago. Rogge spied around them for a few days, but couldn't find a good opportunity to make a move, so he had to quietly go away and lead them towards the mountains. Deep in the jungles and mountains, there are many unknown powerful existences. If used well, they should deal a fatal blow to the pursuers behind them.
In a small clear pool in the forest, Rogge was soaking comfortably in the water, squinting his eyes creatively. Occasionally, he would use a small ice pick technique on the pool water. Pieces of ice cubes would enter the water, making the already warm pool water cool again. Although Rogge was submerged in the water, a ray of mental power was constantly scanning his surroundings. Any powerful creature, no matter how good it is at hiding its aura, can hardly hide its powerful spiritual energy and soul power. Among the people Rogge had seen, only the Pope completely hid his existence. Ofiloch and Elesis distorted their own strength and caused him to make wrong judgments. As for the others who are waiting, it seems that they only know how to conceal the magic power of fighting spirit, but do not know how to conceal their mental power and soul power.
With a splash of water, Rogge jumped out of the pool. He picked up his tattered clothes, shook them, and suddenly a small jade box fell down. His heart moved, and he gently picked up the jade box, which was about an inch in size. He gently opened the lid, and a soft light overflowed from the box.
A round, transparent drop of water lies quietly in the box.
Tears of an angel.
Rogge felt a huge pain in his heart and fell to the ground.
That day, Elesis lay in front of him like a sleeping baby. Now, every inch of that flawless body was clearly imprinted in his mind.
Memories like crystal.
Alas, tears of angels. It brought her to him, and it took her away forever.
In that body, Rogge used all the power of his soul to fight to the death with Angel Tears in every corner. Ever since he was a child, he had never remembered a time when he had risked his life like this regardless of the cost.
He also thought that there would be no one in this life who could make him do anything regardless of gain or loss. However, the moment the burning Elesis fell in front of him, he finally knew that this person had appeared. He thought that all his admiration for Elesis was just a wishful dream; he thought that the weight of this feeling was far from being worth everything he had to sacrifice; he thought that he could hold back the pain in his heart. , sitting back and watching the church people take her away.
But he was wrong, terribly wrong.
He has become accustomed to calculation, accustomed to the fact that everything can be calculated, and only interests are supreme.
Love flows like waves.
When the tide came, he was swept away before he could understand it.
Rogge gently closed the jade box, covering up the soft holy light and the eternal pain in his heart.
After many hardships, it was simply a miracle that this little jade box was still with him.
Rogge raised the jade box, kissed it gently on his lips, and swallowed it in one mouthful.
He put on a set of the law enforcer's magic-strengthened chain armor, jumped up to the treetops, and checked the direction. He jumped down again and drew a small magic circle on the ground. Two piles of fine sand were constantly moving in the magic circle. Rogge calculated carefully, messed up the magic circle, and rushed into the jungle.
Ever since he saw that strange deer, Roger had been paying attention to all the animals in the forest.
While fleeing, he accidentally discovered a brown bear and a giant wolf running together in the forest. Rogge sneered. How could a giant wolf and a brown bear with scales on their backs travel together? It seems that these two druids are still very young! Just in case, Rogge used his mental power to quietly explore the wolf and the bear, and sure enough he found that they were formed by the Druid's most famous magic: transfiguration. Rogge quietly placed a spiritual mark on them without disturbing the two druids.
Maintaining the balance of nature is the creed of the Druids, and most Druids are pacifists. However, this kind of deep mountains and old forests is the place where the druid's strength can best be exerted. "Should they accept people like me who are upright and kind, love animals, and suffer persecution? It seems that Druids are not difficult to deceive, but they cannot be taken lightly." Rogge thought to himself.
Druid magic advocates the use of natural power. Intermediate and lower-level Druids are not very powerful, while high-level Druids are completely synonymous with terror. According to historical records, there are four great druids who rule the entire druid world, and their strength is not inferior to the top ten magisters at all. Although the credibility of such historical records is not much different from that of rumors, the fact that they were able to write this and that no great magister came out to oppose it shows that the great druid's strength must be astonishing.
"Can we let these druids fight with Chrisma and the others once? Even a sixteenth-level descending angel will have a headache fighting the druids in the forest, right? I don't know what the elves are hiding in the forest. Place? ***, this mountain range is a bit too big for him." Rogge thought viciously.
Now that the whereabouts of the druids had been discovered, Rogge decided to follow them secretly, first carefully observe the strength and living habits of these druids, and then make a plan on how to make them teach the church's pursuers a lesson. These two druids could only turn into a brown bear and a giant wolf, which showed that the power of transformation was far from reaching home, and they were just two low-level druids. Lower-level druids were sent out to perform tasks. It seemed that the strength of this druid tribe was not worth looking forward to. However, even if their strength is limited, if they have their own plans, they must be able to deal with the pursuers severely enough.
Rogge ran westward for dozens of miles before removing all the mental energy from his body. As he expected, the magic mark in his body vibrated gently again, dissipating the faint magic wave. He rested for two hours, and estimated that the pursuers had determined his location, so he used his mental power to firmly seal the magic mark. What surprised him was that another magic mark that had never made any movement suddenly jumped a few times in an extremely obscure way.
Rogge's heart sank. This pursuer had been holding back so long that he almost thought that there was only Krisma's team of pursuers. It seems that this person is a master.
Rogge calmed down and ran towards the northeast.
Another world, ancient tomb.
In a dark hall, *** was standing in the center of a ball of green fire, with painful faces appearing from time to time in the flames. The Black Warrior walked up, carefully holding a misty light green ball, and threw it into the green fire. Burned by the green fire, miserable cries continued to sound.
The ghosts and other low-level undead creatures wandering outside the hall became excited after hearing this. Some couldn't restrain their impulses and screamed with pleasure and greed.
The green fire is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more painful faces in the fire.
*** turned around, the armor on her back slowly cracked, a harsh friction sound sounded, and a huge bone spur slowly grew from the crack. *** silently chanted an unknown spell, stretched out her hand, and the green fire suddenly flew up from the ground and stuck to the newly formed bone spur on her back.
The green fire burned the bone spur violently, and the flames kept making squeaking sounds. The resentful souls in the flames had a place to vent. While wailing, they tried their best to increase the heat of the flames.
They still vaguely have some memories of their lives. Originally, after they died in battle, their souls could return to heaven, re-enter reincarnation, or dissipate naturally, but before they realized it, they were killed by this demon on the way, and they were all robbed to another world.
The penis seemed to be in great pain, trembling slightly, and the huge bone spurs slowly softened in the fire.
Grigori lay on the side, looking boredly at the dancing flames in front of him. This kind of flame formed by burning souls will directly burn into the energy core of the undead creature. Judging from the feeling when it was still a demon dragon, it is painful, very painful, unparalleled pain. It once asked its master to try this jade fire, but the result of trying it once was that it almost hurt so much that it wanted to dissipate its soul.
The trembling of her vagina became more intense, and the bone spurs on her back became softer, thinner, and longer. *** stumbled and almost fell to the ground. The green fire became more and more prosperous, and countless faces rushed to the surface. The expression on his face is no longer painful, but ferocious!
*** couldn't hold on anymore and fell down. The green fire is still burning unyieldingly.
Grigori was startled and stood up, but did not dare to approach the green fire.
Bang! Bang! Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and what Grigory recognized from the huge figure was the Flame Bone Demon. He immediately became alert. This was a period of unprecedented weakness for his master. What was this flame bone demon who had once had two hearts doing here at this time
Gregory jumped sideways and blocked the path of the Flame Bone Demon. It lowered its body and showed off its huge fangs, threatening the Flame Bone Demon and not allowing him to get close again.
"Make way!" A message came from the Flame Bone Demon. This message was full of irritability, anxiety, and fury, which made Gregory cringe.
As a dragon, breath and magic should have been its most powerful weapons. Unfortunately, it is too weak now and cannot cast any magic. And what about breath? Wind poison breath? At most, it just makes the Flame Bone Demon cool down. Although it is not afraid of the flame attribute of the Flame Bone Demon, if the two meet, it will inevitably turn into a hand-to-hand fight. At that time, the Fire Bone Demon's hammer was much more powerful.
"Get out of the way!" The irritable Flame Bone Demon was reborn not long ago, and was still unable to think clearly and transmit information. Most of the time, he relied on instinct to carry out his activities. It only knew how to stubbornly transmit this message, but Gregory had no intention of getting out of the way. It was so anxious that it raised its giant hammer in the air and struck Grigori with one hammer.
Gregory dodged nimbly, and the giant hammer fell next to it, leaving a large crater one meter in diameter and half a foot deep on the bluestone on the ground. Gregory was startled. If this hammer fell directly on it, it would be enough to break its strongest spine! Grigori was frightened in his heart. He looked back at the still prostrate body, gritted his teeth, turned around and pounced on the Flame Bone Demon, rolling and rolling with it in a fight.
Soon Grigori was exhausted. Half of its wings had been torn off by the Flame Bone Demon, and a small portion of its ribs had been broken. The Flame Bone Demon didn't fare well either. Many of the bone spurs on his body were bitten off by Grigory. His left leg was licked hard by the bone dragon's tail. One of the three bones was broken, and the other one was also covered with cracks.
The fierce fight between the two undead creatures in the hall scared other low-level undead creatures into hiding in the darkest corners. Their pitiful intelligence is not enough to determine what is going on, and they have not received any orders from the army, so their instinctive fear of advanced undead creatures keeps them as far away from the battlefield as possible.
The giant hammer of the Flame Bone Demon fell and smashed off a small piece of Gregory's tail. Gregory roared, and the arrogance and bravery of his previous life as a dragon seemed to suddenly return to its soul. The raging anger suddenly made him forget everything. It risked its own life and pounced on it, throwing the Flame Bone Demon to the ground and biting off a bone spur on its shoulder.
When the two undead creatures were in a stalemate, a tall black figure walked out of the darkness, it was the Dark Knight!
"Are you going to help me protect the master, or are you going to help it betray the master!" Gregory asked the Black Warrior in his busy schedule.
"I will always protect my master!" The Black Warrior's answer made Gregory extremely happy.
"The Black Warrior... The Flame Bone Demon suddenly became violent. It pushed the bone dragon away and rushed towards the Black Warrior. Gregory pounced on it from behind, biting its lumbar spine, and then threw it to the ground.
The black warrior lowered his giant swords in both hands. Two swords cut off the Flame Bone Demon's arms, and another sword cut off one of its legs.
"Hey, look how you're still betraying now! I'll deal with you later when the master recovers!" Grigory let go, stood up, looked at the Flame Bone Demon with all its limbs broken and was struggling in vain, and spat.
However, the sword light flashed again!
Gregory suddenly felt a lightness on his body, followed by a sudden spin. When it finally raised itself up with its front paws, it found that its lower body was scattered several meters away. It was actually cut into two pieces? !
The black warrior stood in front of the Flame Bone Demon and the Bone Dragon with his sword in hand. His proud and silent laughter filled the entire hall, causing the ghosts to scatter in all directions!
Gregory suddenly understood, "It turns out you were the one who betrayed me!"
"Of course it's me! Why don't you make good use of such a rare opportunity! That idiot Flame was reborn with me, and he can feel my inner thoughts to some extent. Unfortunately, he focused too much on strength, and as a result, his intellectual development was too slow, and he couldn't even speak much. Sentence! Hahaha, I deliberately made him feel my betrayal, so he rushed over in a hurry, and he actually started fighting with you! Haha! If not for this, how could I have dealt with you two in one fell swoop? After a while, If you kill that guy who only cares about appearance but doesn't know how to pursue strength, I will be the master of this valley!" The black warrior was so proud that he couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and roar.
"Dark Warrior!" Gregory couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Even if you succeed this time, with your little strength, do you still want to gain a foothold in another world? Just because there is a master sitting here, those greedy people around No dead ghost dares to rob this ancient tomb! If the owner here were you, I'm afraid he'd be beaten out in a day! Are you a match for those ghost knights in the east? Among the flying dragon tribes in the west, which adult can you beat? What about the dragon? Can you conquer the mummy community in the south? Even if you seize the ancient tomb with conspiracy, can you guard it with conspiracy? Do you think you are the master? The master's devouring ability is only possible by a handful of the most powerful demons. The ability you have! With your slow way of absorbing energy, even with the help of the ancient tomb sarcophagus, you will not be able to match the master's current power even if I give you five hundred years!"
The black warrior was obviously angry. He slashed at Gregory with a sword, cutting off his two front paws, and said angrily: "What's the use of being powerful? Isn't it at my mercy now? I I want you to see how I dismember your master in a moment! As soon as the *** disintegrates, you will also be finished, right?"
Another cold mental wave echoed in the hall, "Poor Bone Dragon! Your name is Gregory, right? Our noble black warrior clan is fully capable of guarding this ancient tomb. Speaking of which, I should thank you for eliminating it The abominable big mummy, we black warriors cannot harm it. Now, I, the leader of the black warrior community, can stand in this ancient tomb because of your merits. As a reward, I will personally remove the mummy in a while. You disintegrate. You deserve the honor."
A tall black warrior nearly four meters tall stepped into the hall, dragging an unimaginable black giant sword behind it, creating sparks on the ground along the way. The black warrior leader was followed by more than ten black warriors.
Gregory looked at the black warrior entering the hall angrily, and said angrily: "You actually colluded with the black warrior outside! What's wrong with following the master? If you change the master, you are still the same? Has your status been improved? No!"
"It's different!" replied the Black Warrior transformed from Paulus's soul: "We Black Warriors were all glorious knights in our previous lives, willing to dedicate everything to the Lord! However, I don't know why, the Lord abandoned us, and we were unable to Let the soul return to the embrace of the Lord, but it turns into the most evil existence in this corrupt, sinful, and dirty world: the undead! We all retain some knowledge of our lives more or less, so the Black Warrior family is this The most intelligent people in the world. However, the limitations of our natural strength force us to endure a life alongside zombies and skeletons!"
It gradually became excited: "The Black Warriors are the most honorable clan in the world! How can we endure this state of existence? How can we endure having a filthy undead creature act as my master? Those damn gods have abandoned me. We, we are going to kill the gods and chop off the heads of the gods! Tear off their wings! Turn every drop of their blood into our strength! The Black Warrior should be the king of this world, and he can only become the king of this world. Only then can we challenge the gods who have abandoned us! Now, a great king has been born among our black warriors. He will lead us to defeat those gods who are hypocritical, have no sense of honor, and have deceived all our faith and life. Tear into pieces!!”
In the last few sentences, it waved its long sword and shouted almost hysterically!
Suddenly, a soft, black but very shiny black rope wrapped around its neck. This black cord, which is as thin as a finger, contains amazing power. The black rope tightened and the three-meter-tall Black Warrior was easily lifted off the ground.
A bone-chilling mental wave rippled through the hall, "I am enough to kill gods!"
Several other black ropes wrapped around the black warrior formed from Paulus' soul. The black rope suddenly tightened, and the black warrior wailed, and his body exploded continuously. Finally, it exploded into a ball of powder, and not even the armor was left!
"You black warrior clan, just follow me!"
Invisible flames were burning all over ***, standing in mid-air, and more than ten black tentacles stretched out from between the wings behind her, dancing in the air with great agility.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a silver color in her eyes! The bright silver light in her eyes was not strong, but the black warriors who were occasionally illuminated by the light were in pain, with wisps of light smoke coming out of their bodies.
***Dark warriors who are as cold as ice and wisdom, will you choose to be absorbed by me, or hand over the mark of your soul? "
"Soul brand?" The black warrior leader was panicked.
"No way! Honor and wisdom are our destiny!" A black warrior rushed up and slashed into the air with a gun.
"Stupid!" *** stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the sword, so the huge two-handed sword was frozen in mid-air.
A black tentacle flew out from behind her like lightning and pierced the Black Knight's helmet. When the tentacle was retracted, a faint light stuck to the tip, which was absorbed by the body in a blink of an eye.
*** screamed, and endless coercion emanated from her body.
Except for Gregory, who had a soul contract with ***, all the undead creatures within a radius of more than ten miles fell to the ground, and they did not dare to move at all!
The Black Warrior leader fell to his knees. You are the true king of darkness. Please accept the allegiance of your servant. I will give my soul mark and serve you as my master from now on. My thoughts and wisdom will all belong to my master. "
"I will sacrifice my soul mark and serve you as my master from now on. My thoughts and wisdom will all belong to my master." The rest of the black warriors knelt on the ground.
Groups of faint light emerged from the bodies of the black warriors and merged into the body of ***.
What a wisest people! They are not bully and afraid of the strong! "Gregory thought disdainfully. Although it was almost torn into eight pieces, with the master's power, he would naturally get himself a newer and better body. He is really a lucky dragon! He has been able to keep up with such a dragon. The master of great powers.
Giving up the soul mark is far more unequal than the soul contract signed by Gregory. The undead creatures that offer their soul mark will have no idea of resistance at all, and even if the enemy wants to use them as food, they will happily accept it. If you are willing, you can even directly absorb the power of their souls. During battle, undead creatures that offer their soul marks often become temporary supplements for their masters.
And Gregory not only has his own independent thoughts, but of course thoughts such as resistance to the Communist Party need to be carefully concealed. He can also continuously learn from the Communist Party how to use power, and even get some of the Communist Party's redundant When the energy level increases, Gregory will also gain many benefits. This kind of contract consumes the master's strength very much. Even a particularly powerful demon cannot have many such servants.
"Master still values me very much!" Bone Dragon couldn't help but become vain again.
However, how could the master not be able to withstand the burning of those ordinary soul flames? Although I can't bear it, there is absolutely no reason why the master can't bear it!
Could it be that... the master is plotting against this group of black warriors
This community of black warriors usually lives in a small stone castle a hundred kilometers away. The stone castle faces the mountain on one side and the cliff on the other. It is perfectly located on the road leading to the peak. According to some ghosts, there is an ancient dragon bone altar on the top of that mountain, and undead creatures can gain great power from the altar.
There are at least twenty black warriors in the stone castle. At first, *** gave up after taking Gregory to see the stone castle, and chose to attack the large mummy, which was much more powerful individually.
There should be less than ten black warriors in the stone castle now. With the new subordinates like the Black Warriors, Stone Castle is already in a state of perfection.
Gregory trembled secretly. The master was too insidious. He was not as insidious as a loyal undead creature, but he could compete with a fat man from another world.
The black warriors who handed over their soul brands lined up neatly in two rows and exited the hall.
*** slowly landed on the ground, suddenly fell down, and it took him a long time to struggle.
The Flame Bone Demon and Grigory wanted to help, but they were powerless.
"I just used up all my strength. I need to rest for a few days. You two can repair your bodies slowly. You can use the body of the black warrior. The quality is not bad." ***'s mental fluctuations also changed. Gotta get weak.
Could it be that the pressure to subdue the black warrior just now was also fake? No wonder the master's power suddenly became so incredible. What if the Black Warrior refuses to accept it? How can a *** that has run out of energy clean up the mess
Gregory was very confused and a little scared. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)