These disguised forms of him gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Is this a disguised form of any great god in Lamaism
"Then let's start?" I said: "The competition system is the same as the glory of the king?"
Lama shook his head, "Of course it's different. We have to play a little bit simpler. The first is hero skills. The three of you will randomly acquire one or two of the hero skills you choose, but Di Renjie and Yixing's skills are complete. , You have to hug your thighs. The number of residents in the East City and the West City are the same, so the number of minions in both you and me is the same, but how to use these minions depends on different choices and the results are different."
I nodded. The soldiers in King's Glory are all controlled by machines, and they don't have their own consciousness. You don't need to worry about them at all, but the situation in this city is different.
"In addition, you can divide your troops into three groups, or you can join forces in one place. The specific operation depends on you. We are playing life and death, so there is no chance to return to the spring water to resurrect."
"Join died during the game, afterwards..."
"If you die, you are dead." The Lama interrupted: "There is only one chance. This is the truth I told you when you first came to Hanpi City."
To die is to die...
"You can't cheat, do you?"
"Don't worry." Lama said, "I am the fairest."
I nodded and asked him, "Are there any dragons?"
"When the cock crows, the first dragon will be refreshed in the river. If you master the power of the dragon, your power will increase a lot."
"What is the dragon?"
The Lama smiled slightly, "Keep it secret."
"Are the rules roughly clear?" He then asked us again.
Fang Jinyue shook her head, "Vaguely."
The Lama sighed, "Let's look at the face of the ancestors of the Ning family. How about giving you a chance to cheat and letting the other side help you hang up? This way the fault tolerance rate will be higher, and your chances will be greater."
"Isn't it you the assistant?" I asked.
"Yes, I can explain the situation and the opponent's skills to you, so that the opponent will have one less support. You have five to four, and you have a better chance."
I stared at him suspiciously, "Why are you so kind suddenly?"
"The power of Dhamma is great, you will know it later." Lama smiled mysteriously, "After all, I don't want the game to end so soon."
He suddenly reduced the expression on his face and looked at us seriously, "Are you ready?"
The three nodded, "Ready."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and nodded at my forehead from a distance, "Then, I will give you the power of silence." Silence is Arthur's second skill.
The Lama turned to Chongyang again, "I will give you the courage to fight back."
"As for you..." He looked at Fang Jinyue, "Your power is-come back from the dead."
I moved, "How long is the cooling time of our skills?"
The Lama shook his head, "Fumble for yourself."
"Are you ready?" asked us again.
I looked at him. He was standing in the moonlight, still in tattered clothes, unkempt, and barefoot, but I saw in his eyes the feeling of compassion that is only the solemnity of the law.
"Ready."
"Welcome to the city of nasty criticism."
The voice fell, and the game officially kicked off.
A rumble came from the silent city. Towers rose from various locations in the city. There were twelve towers in total, six in each of the eastern and western cities. They were evenly distributed. Each tower was composed of a cannon. The most basic defense system for the enemy and ours.
I looked back at the lama, who stood behind us expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone: "The enemy has ten minutes to reach the battlefield."
"Downstairs downstairs." I said quickly.
Our location is the temple where Bon worships the god of faith, which is the crystal that we will ultimately guard. The three NPCs, Di Renjie and Yi Xing, were ignorantly walking out of the temple's gate, but saw sleepy-eyed people walking out of their homes in the densely packed houses on both sides of the street.
This is a group of typical ancient Tibetan herdsmen or serfs. They were ragged and dragged their homes. They didn't seem to know what was going on. They walked out of the house with horror, taking their wives and children, listening to the rumbling from the city. Loud noise, at a loss.
They saw us coming out of the temple. The panic on his face was gradually replaced by another emotion.
It seems to be-ecstasy
That's right, these serfs with yellowish faces and thin skin and can't even eat enough to eat, when they saw us, they seemed to wake up, and then showed a look of ecstasy.
"High Mountain—" Amidst the crowd, who first yelled in ecstasy.
Then everyone knelt down, "High Mountain—"
Each of them was skinny, but still kneeling on the ground, throwing their bodies on the ground, shouting neatly:
"sky-"
"sun-"
"Fire—"
"river-"
Finally, they shouted: "God—"
The lama watched coldly behind him, "You are now the gods of the Bon religion. You need to lead them to win this war." He patted me on the shoulder, "It's all your little soldier, Knight Arthur."
I was a little apprehensive, this group of people turned out to be a group of real people. For the first time there are so many people kneeling in front of me, there is still a visual and psychological impact.
"All get up." I said loudly.
The crowd stood up neatly, their clothes resembling a group of hungry people fleeing the famine, but their movements at this moment were as neat as a well-trained army.
"It's too exaggerated." I whispered to Chongyang.
"Maybe this is the power of religion."
At this time, in the east of the city across the river from the west, there were also neat shouts, "Relief—"
"relief-"
"relief-"
The residents in the west of the city suddenly yelled as if they were ignited with anger. A child who was being led by his grandmother even shouted that veins broke out on his forehead. I understand that this is the most religious opposition.
But in this city, there is only a river between the east and the west of the city, which is not enough for two hateful religions to live in peace for so long. This city cannot exist. All of this can only be built by young lamas. Scene. Thinking of this, I feel relieved. After talking with Chongyang and Fang Jinyue, the three decided to wait and see first and get together. I asked the other two NPCs: "Master Di, what do you think?"
Di Renjie looked at me, "If we all go to the middle lane, the opposite side can be pushed directly from the upper and lower lanes to the crystal."
"Is that still acting separately?"
"I can go up and down to guard the tower with Yi Xing. There is nothing wrong in the wild area anyway, and it's boring to invade from the opposite side. The three of you go to the middle and guard the tower."
My eyes lit up, "Good idea."
Di Renjie got off the road, and Yi Xing got on the road. I went to the middle road with Chongyang and Fang Jinyue. It suddenly occurred to me that in this game, if the soldier died, do you have any experience and gold coins? If possible, would it be too cruel, even if this is a scene built by a lama.
Walking along the narrow street towards the middle of the city, the angry group of people also took advantage of us at home. Torches have been lit up everywhere in the city, and the sound of screaming and killing can be seen everywhere.
From a distance, I saw that the Lamaism believers on the opposite side had stepped onto the stone bridge on the river and were fighting with the Bon religion.
It's really fighting. There is no blood bar to fight. In this kind of physical fight, you never know who will die suddenly, and you will never know which skinny guy who has fallen on the ground will suddenly stand up and give it to your opponent. A blow before death.
In the end, in this fight, the two sides left dozens of bodies on the bridge. A person in the pile of corpses staggered to his feet, his clothes were ragged, his face was full of blood, his skull had been lifted off by a half, and his eyes were covered with blood. We can't tell which side the only survivor belongs to. At this moment, all we see is an ordinary person whose eyes are covered with blood. This person slashes his lips and staggers forward. He doesn't know where he went. Maybe just want to go back and go home, or maybe want to go forward and kill the heretics who live on the other side.
All held their breath, staring at the shaky figure, no one knew what his choice was, and no one knew whether his choice was correct. We are waiting for the choice of fate.
He swayed and walked towards me, and I saw his whistling lips, the faintly exposed skull, and the blood flowing all over his body. He walked to the land west of the city, took a step at a time, fumbled towards me, getting closer and closer, finally, he opened his mouth...
Above the tower, artillery fired, killing him with one blow.
he died.
Before he died, I heard the last syllable he called out before he died.
"Kill—" (End of this chapter)