Olure's idol is made up of a whole piece of ice, and'Evil Breaking' penetrates through his breast milk. As a result, the three-meter-high idol shattered and collapsed.
The winter hall was covered with white icy edges, the floor was frozen and curled up with the corpses of believers, and the walls were holes created by magic spells. The frescoes on the dome ceiling shattered, and a large amount of mosaic glass fell.
'Jiying' was the worst, being bombarded into slag, leaving only a piece of rotten bones. Todd and other orcs are still swinging their axe to hack Oruul's altar, just like violent demolition.
Arcie collapsed because of overloading and the body couldn't bear it. Xili and the goblin are rushing over, hoping to help her.
The advanced blasting technique blasted a scorched black at the entrance of the hall, and Zhou Qingfeng was standing in front of the floor that was blown up, looking at the collapsed and broken statue of Oruer.
The shattered idol ice stopped in the air, because time stopped again.
Sha'er didn't leave, coldly reprimanding Zhou Qingfeng's disrespect-considering the opponent's powerful divine position, this is already an extremely spoilt behavior.
"Dear hidden girl, how many questions do I want to ask?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the fragments of Oluer's idol in front, a vague and deep shadow reflected on the translucent ice.
Just staring at the figure of God brought a strong mental shock to Zhou Qingfeng. After he asked, he fell into a sluggishness, his brain was blank, and was gradually eroded by darkness.
Admire, admire, admire, unconditionally give the soul to the gods.
Hmph..., Sha'er snorted softly and awakened Zhou Qingfeng from the unresistible charm. She said mockingly: "You humans are always unable to restrain your inner curiosity and try to peep into the face of God."
Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart palpitations were uncomfortable, his head was sweating profusely, and his brain was in pain like a needle stick. He swore that he just glanced at him accidentally and was captured all at once. He can only lower his head...
Shar continued, "Do you still want to know the secret of Imasca?"
Zhou Qingfeng made the request last time. He settled down and said again: "The Imasca civilization has been destroyed for thousands of years, and its words have become unknown.
As someone who has something to do with the Imasca civilization, I hope to master this dead text. You, who is in charge of the secret and darkness, should be the only existence that can satisfy me. "
This flattery was too untechnical, but Shaer's cold voice turned into a sweet smile again.
"Victor, it's no use for you to please me. One of my priesthood is'secret'. I never reveal secrets easily. Unless..."
Zhou Qingfeng knew what Sha'er's "unless" was, but he quickly answered, "The secrets that are completely unknown are not secrets. Only those that are sought after but are difficult to obtain are secrets. Is my understanding correct? "
Oh..., Shaer let out a low whisper of unknown meaning.
The gloved palm was patted on Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder again. A long sigh slowly sounded, and the goddess whispered like a spit: "If only my believers are as smart as you. I really hope you can be my voter."
With this light tap, Zhou Qingfeng's attribute list naturally jumped out. Not only did he rise to the sixth level of'Tyrant', the'Imasca's mastery of magic words', which had been motionless, also skyrocketed.
Soaring from 2% to 10%.
The cost of learning spells in the "Gate of True Knowledge" has been reduced to one-tenth of the previous price. Tier 3 arcane arts like "Fireball" can be mastered with a thousand points.
The maid under Zhou Qingfeng has also been upgraded to level five, and the soul quality has been upgraded to red, reaching the first hurdle of great increase in strength. But when he wanted to ask something more happily, the time stop effect disappeared.
"Victor Hugo, don't be too greedy." The goddess's tone turned cold again.
The ice statue of Oruel fell down, smashing the orc warriors who were cutting the sacred platform and hurriedly escaped. Arcie's body couldn't bear the load and fell into deep sleep.
The noisy voice sounded again, letting people know that they were on the battlefield.
When Zhou Qingfeng turned around, Sha'er had already left, and everything was as usual.
"Victor, Arce's energy furnace is broken." Xili shouted. She wanted to lift the magic girl up, but Arcie's body was so heavy that most people couldn't support it at all.
Zhou Qingfeng squeezed his head, facing the mess, he was thinking about whether to read the file and start over again.
There was a miserable cry in the Winter Hall, "I have done meritorious service for the territory, and I have suffered for my fellow robes. You can't do this to me. I want to see the master, I want to see the master!"
The orc warrior avoided the fragments of the ice idol and accidentally stepped on the head of a dead horse. The jagged beast had a stiff head and was kicked into a corner by the orc warrior.
Zhou Qingfeng picked up the head and found that only one head of his mount had been blown up.
The soul of Jiying was greatly weakened in the explosion, crying inside the monster's head, "Master, I think I can rescue it again."
"Okay, okay, don't make trouble." Zhou Qingfeng threw the monster's head to an orc soldier to carry it, and by the way, let the cavalry from outside come in and clean the battlefield.
Looking around the messy Wintery Hall, the old Allard and other nobles who tried to resist were all frozen to death, but Rao still breathed.
Todd went over to dig out Rao's body, and the fallen chief suddenly stood up and vomited blood and cursed a few words, "Victor Hugo, you won this game, and the next one is waiting for you.
Phils. Long legs hate you more than I do. Coldwind City is now empty and defenseless, and careerists in the North will take turns to rush up to bite this piece of fat. you you... ... "
Rao spoke suddenly, shocking Todd. The orc had a violent temper, and found that the dead man had a stiff mouth, so he punched it with his fist.
"You dare to scare me when you are going to die? You are so nonsense, shut up!" Todd wore metal finger cots on his fist, Bang Bang punched, Rao's head became a bowl of unsteady tofu Flowers, scattered all over the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng jumped onto the collapsed sacred platform, ignoring the broken ice statue, and drew his'evil-breaking' epee from the wall behind the sacred platform.
This sword had previously slaughtered the body of the saint of Cyric, the god of murder, and this time penetrated the statue possessed by the goddess of frost, Oruel.
When Zhou Qingfeng grasped the hilt of the sword, he noticed that its attributes had changed—second-level enchantment, fighting against undead creatures, resisting cold and negative energy, detecting evil, and having a one-tenth chance of freezing the opponent during hacking.
"Evil Breaking" was originally a bright silver alloy steel sword body, but now it has become translucent in appearance. Holding it, there is a cool feeling, the sword body is cold, and there is faint ice crystals surrounding it.
Like..., the weapon has also been upgraded.
This result cannot be said to be bad, Zhou Qingfeng saved a file and decided to look at the situation before considering it.
The one-night battle was over, and it was more than five in the morning. The sky is shimmering, and the sun is about to rise.
Walking out of the Winter Hall and breathing a breath of cool air, no one in the entire Cold Wind City could pose a threat to Zhou Qingfeng.
The members of the cavalry came in and out, summoning personnel from the inspection office to search the entire city lord mansion and clean up all enemies.
Seeing the shattered idols, seeing the dead nobles, and recalling the shocking changes in the city last night, especially the flame tornado shining throughout the city at night...
No one will report the greatest awe to their lord.
There are no long-legged families, and there are no Arad families. No matter the nobles or the wizards, all the powerful and powerful of the past have been wiped out.
There are no internal constraints.
When the first ray of sunlight illuminates the towering spire of the City Lord’s Mansion, the entire city exudes a new color. All power falls in the hands of one person.
Victor Hugo, the true master of Coldwind City, the new king of the North.