Chasing hills, a mountainous area submerged in smog all year round.
It is dark, and the sun can never shine through the smog.
The road to the hills is chaotic, there is no path leading to the end, and there are no stairs to climb. The people who enter here, whether they are men or women, beasts or humans, no matter how prominent their status is or how humble their status is, once they enter Here, you will be trapped, trapped forever.
There were many Warcraft and human masters who also tried to enter this area, trying to find the legendary secret treasure of the Tianwu clan in this area.
But no one can get out of here, no one.
After Salman was framed by Liessi and entered the hills, he was like a lonely ghost, wandering among the endless hills that seemed to never end.
There are many hills here, and the height of each hill is not high, and it looks more like graves that no one worships.
The gloomy wind blows from all directions, and rotting animal bones and human remains can be seen everywhere.
After the corpses rotted, the pus-yellow corpse water gathered together, forming a stream like a stream in the Yellow Spring.
Among the animal bones and human skeletons, a bright blue phosphorescent fire drilled out, jumping up and down like naughty little ghosts.
The dark sky, foul-smelling air, whimpering wind, chasing the hills is like a piece of music written by the god of death. If people stay here for a moment, their vitality will be stripped unconsciously.
Suddenly, a pair of dry bony hands emerged from the ground and grabbed Salman's feet.
Salman raised the stick knife in his hand, and chopped it off without frowning.
When the stick knife broke through the air, a golden mysterious light appeared in the air, the air was torn open, and there was a roaring sound. Before the knife arrived, the blade's edge was like thunder and flashes.
The bone hand was chopped off by the roots, fell to the ground, and turned into pieces.
When the bone hand was shattered, a weak black force was sucked into Salman's body through the stick knife.
Salman, who had been trapped in Zhuqiu for several days, not only did not turn into a skeleton as the outside world imagined, on the contrary, her spirit was much better than before.
Her eyes were full, her steps were fast, and she quickly avoided the sneak attack on the ground. Skeletal hands and hidden arrows, which are often seen in Chasing Hill, Salman was terrified when he first encountered them. Fortunately, with the natural sensitivity of the breeder, Salman survived several times without any danger.
"Huh, thanks to this stick knife," after finding a relatively safe area, Salman sat down cross-legged and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She stared at the stick knife in her hand, remembering the scene when she encountered the stick knife.
When she was just thrown into the hills, Salman could barely move when she saw the desolation and devastation.
Although she had many opportunities to hone in the July mercenary squad, under normal circumstances, she would be supported by comrades in arms behind her.
She has her own strong backing, but this time, she has only one person.
After walking for a while, I found that Zhuiqiu was like a big natural maze. Unless there was a master like Qian Luo present, he couldn't get out of Zhuqiu by himself.
Death and fear, as well as the never-ending road, surrounded her, making Salman almost collapsed.
Under such circumstances, it is inevitable to have hallucinations, and Salman is no exception.
But under the extreme fear, Salman began to ignore his thoughts and couldn't sleep all night.
Until the moment when she was about to die, for some reason, she remembered the moment when she was just born, the moment when she was surrounded by snakes, insects, rats and ants.
She also remembered the situation when she fought side by side with her comrades in arms, and remembered the precious chance of survival that her mother sacrificed for herself.
At that moment, Salman suddenly had a feeling of clearing the fog and discovering the blue sky.
Vitality suddenly revives, and death subsides.
Salman stood up again and walked down firmly.
After turning around, she was hungry and passed a river.
In the middle of the river, a uniquely shaped stick knife attracted Salman's attention.
This river is the scariest river Salman has ever seen.
The river has completely dried up, but it is not because of the sun and the wind.
All around the river, wherever there is room for people to stand, are all piled up with corpses.
Most of the bodies were decomposed and dried.
In the middle of the corpse stands a strangely shaped stick knife, which seems to have a mysterious atmosphere lingering around it.
The lower part of the stick knife is shaped like white marble, crystal clear, and it is impossible to tell what material it is made of. It looks like jade and bone.
The upper part of the stick knife is a bloody sickle moon knife.
The will-o'-the-wisps lingering around the river all avoided the stick knife far away.
Salman was attracted by this strange scene. On the one hand, her body trembled because of fear, but on the other hand, she was very curious about where the knife was, which attracted so many profound practitioners to enter. Chasing hills, one after another went to die.
The closer to the position of the stick knife, the fewer the corpses of the prostrate profound practitioners. In the past, there must have been many people rushing forward to fight for the stick knife.
It's a pity that he died before he got close to the stick knife.
No one can enter the range of the stick knife, and Salman is staring blankly. She intuitively knows that this area is very dangerous, and it is best to avoid it as soon as possible, but her feet and eyes seem to be out of control. The stick knife seemed to have a magical power, calling her, calling her to come forward.
She was at a loss, and raised her steps, not afraid of the mountain of corpses and bones under her feet, and approached the stick knife step by step.
Until her fingertips trembled slightly, and she grasped the stick knife, a strange force, accompanied by a clear voice, poured into her body and into her mind.
There was a voice in my mind: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, fame and fortune and floating clouds. I waited for thousands of years, and finally I waited for you, my successor, the girl with the blood of a beast master, I give you Witch bone stick knife, this bone is made from my ribs, it has been with me for hundreds of years, and I have been psychic. Inside the stick knife, there is a part of the witchcraft of raising beasts, all of which are given to you."
At first, Salman felt a burst of panic from the bottom of her heart, and there was no one around, but countless messages flooded into her ears and mind.
But soon, she found that the bone stick knife was not malicious to her, on the contrary, from this bone stick knife, she could feel the warmth like a mother's embrace.
Salman gradually closed his eyes, and the stench in the surrounding air and the muddy corpses under his feet all faded away little by little.
When the witch power entered the body, it also erased the last trace of connection between Salman and the Four Elephant City, which also resulted in the phenomenon of erasing the meritorious service value, which made Yue Jinghua mistakenly think that Salman was dead.
At this time, Sharman didn't know that he had inadvertently obtained the inheritance of one of the thirteen heavenly witches.