Of course, even though he was almost certain to die, Ian was not too panicked.
There is a difference between being almost certain to die and actually being certain to die. The meaning of a prophet's existence is to find a clear path out of a seemingly impossible crisis.
Buzzing...the armored engine runs smoothly.
"pirate."
Ian opened his mouth and asked the prisoners: "Do you know that you are cooperating with the indigenous people?"
"No!"
The elf pirate who had been waiting for a reply and had been holding his breath immediately replied accurately: "Our goal is only to kill Isengard... and... uh... you."
Because Ian turned his head to ask, Andor immediately understood why Patrick said, 'As soon as you see the other person, you will know who is the mission target.'
The young man's eyes were clear and as warm as water, but if he really looked into his eyes, he felt a cold fear. It was as if nothing about him could be hidden, and all his ugliness and evil were being directly glimpsed.
The fear of breaking.
Compared with this fear of being ashamed of oneself, that handsome and fair face is secondary... Although it is indeed very beautiful, there is not nothing among the elves that can compare with it.
One of the goals of my mission is to kill him? What big thing is he going to do, boss? People like this just kill him whenever they say?
Instinctively having such doubts in his heart, Andor soon heard the next question: "What is the password of your pirate fleet's communication station?"
"1453156258."
Smoothly reporting a series of numbers, the pirate captain was as happy as he could be: "My lords, if you want to kill me, please do it quickly. The torture just now is really unnecessary..."
"It's not your turn to die now. When there is time, you have to tell everything about your relationship and communication with Patrick."
Interrupting the other party's words, Ian calmly shook his head in denial.
Now is indeed not the time to let this elf pirate die. The other party is evidence of Patrick's collusion with the pirates. It is part of a huge conspiracy. It can confirm the other party's assassination, and maybe more details can be unearthed.
If it doesn't work, you can also throw them out as bait. Killing them now is really unnecessary and wasteful.
The Didi boy entered the password as quickly as possible and opened the armored communication station.
He sent a signal directly to the public screen: [Emergency! Viscount, we are here! I grabbed the armor, but the indigenous great shaman came to stop us. After the fight, come over and help!]
Ian read this string of information more than a dozen times in a row, and only gave up after the Viscount, who was most likely concentrating on fighting, took a break and replied "Okay".
"okay."
After doing this, Ian let out a breath and said: "We have done everything we can, at least there is someone who can help us take revenge."
"ah?"
Isengard said blankly: "With Uncle Grant, do we still need to be avenged?"
"Your Uncle Patrick is not easy to deal with, let alone the indigenous totem master involved."
Ian's thinking was very clear: "There is a moray eel behind us now, so don't worry, it's not as fast as us."
"The main thing is that in front of us, my spiritual energy saw a huge aggregation of water and earth elements."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man said in a deep voice: "In the entire South China Sea, there is only one second-level water-earth element structure, and that is the totem master controlled by the indigenous great shaman, the spirit of the mountain tide, and the swamp crocodile dragon."
"He seems to be able to sense our movements, so he is already waiting for us on our only way."
at the same time.
The far sea of the South China Sea, the bottom of the sea.
The Swamp Crocodile moving on the bottom of the deep sea constantly changes its trajectory, as if it can predict the situation in the distance, and always intercepts the group of people in front.
The great shaman is in no hurry.
Since integrating with the crocodile dragon, his spirit has been connected with the other three totem masters... the sea of trees, the two giant eels, and himself, the four chaotic and scattered wills were bound by the 'sacrifice' ritual of the Sequoia people.
combine.
Their spirits were promoted through worship again and again. Although they gradually lost part of their own dominance, they became purer and sublime, almost the third level of pure life and pure spirit.
realm.
They can even sense the pure 'natural spiritual energy'.
This is also the reason why some Warcraft actively seek out these natives, preferring to fuse themselves with human shamans and become the totem masters worshiped by them.
Because this may be the second system besides the pure potion system on the continent of Terra...a way to combine the life spiritual energy in all living beings with the natural spiritual energy.
A kind of promotion of "unity of all spirits".
But it is a pity that this is an extremely difficult and difficult road... The great shaman himself senses the feasibility of this road because of his talent, but his successors, and even his successors' successors, may not be able to realize it in their entire lives.
Half a point.
There is no systematic inheritance, and there are not enough talented people to devote themselves to it and become the cornerstone of this path... This is the tragedy of the indigenous people.
so……
"We need to find the Holy Land."
The key in his body was vibrating, and the Great Shaman's six pupils looked forward. He noticed that Viscount Grant had arrived in this sea area.
This is good.
When he catches his target and exchanges it with the other party, he can get the last key and open the door to the Holy Land before the change completely occurs.
Can already see it.
In the deep sea, the rapidly moving armor has appeared in the field of vision.
Even the giant eel chasing behind could vaguely see that the tidal spirit stirring the tide had blocked all escape routes for the little armor.
So the huge crocodile dragon let out a dull low groan at the bottom of the sea, and the tops of the stone spines lit up with an earthy yellow halo. At the bottom of the deep seabed, large swaths of rocks and sand rose up into the waves.
The turbid dark clouds under the sea were like a dark wall of clouds, pressing toward the dark ground ahead.
And just when the great shaman saw Ian and others.
Ian also saw the Great Shaman.
After six years, the opponent's power has not improved much, and has even weakened. Unlike the Empire, which has abundant treatment resources and various treatment methods, the indigenous treatment can at best rely on the transfer of life essence to accelerate healing and regeneration.
This does not allow Warcraft to self-repair its damaged source structure. It can only wait for time to slowly make up for the missing parts.
Six years was not long enough. The shot fired into the internal organs by Ian's alchemical cannon really seriously injured the totem master.
It's just a slight reduction in power, which is already a pretty good result... In the final analysis, the Crocodile Dragon with the great shaman's wisdom is still a monster monster that can rival Viscount Grant.
At least, today's Ian does not dare to say "victory" even if he is driving an armor.