As a result, Slashi and Zhang Lang looked at the map.
The information I want has been obtained. There are three strongholds and three hero altars of the Si tribe. Let’s start with the nearest one!
Zhang Lang soared into the sky, and with an explosion, he leaped towards the north.
While Zhang Lang was clearing out the Si tribe according to the map, other reincarnators in the dungeon were not idle either.
Since a five-hundred-kilometer range has been demarcated, altars No. 16 and No. 19 must go out hunting. Even if the Si tribe cannot be found, there is still money to be made by killing the insects.
And according to their experience, since the human stronghold is here, the Si tribe must be nearby. In this mission, it seems that it will be easier for them to get the big deal.
As for Altar No. 12 without Zhang Lang... it can basically be regarded as a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, operating together with the other two altars, and they don't know how they died in an accident. After a brief discussion, they decided to listen
As for Zhang Lang, he stayed in the dungeon...of course, in order to serve as the last line of defense and protect the safety of the dungeon when the other two altars left.
"Are we just going to wait for this mission?" Mia stuck the giant sword on the ground with an unhappy look on her face.
"At least it's safe to wait." Lu Ren snorted coldly: "Do you still remember the last mission? I followed the No. 7 altar and planned to drink some soup, but in the end, I was almost wiped out by the aftermath of the battle... The most important thing for us now is
Recuperate and recuperate. Although the hunter looks cold, he is still kind at heart."
"But the question is, is that hunter really as powerful as you say?" Charles questioned.
"You don't have to worry about this." He was answered by Thunder's electronic voice: "Even if the former altar master is still alive, I'm afraid he won't be his opponent."
"So powerful? Is the newcomer as strong as a leader?" Jonathan obviously didn't believe it. Ever since he was called "slow", he had not had a good impression of Zhang Lang.
"What is his ability?" Charles asked.
"Ability..." This really confused a few people who knew Zhang Lang.
"I don't seem to have noticed that he has any special abilities..." Le Xinyi thought for a while: "I just feel that he is very strong, very fast, and very hard..."
"What's that?" Charles blinked: "Why does it feel like it's not describing combat ability?"
"Super invincible wave cannon..." Fumino suddenly and timidly said the name of a skill.
"What?" Everyone else looked at her, as if they didn't hear what she said clearly.
"Super Invincible Wave Cannon." Fumino repeated the somewhat shameful name: "I have seen him use this skill."
"Eh?" Le Xinyi's ears twitched: "When did you see him fight? Why didn't I know?"
Because the mission given by the Broken Sword must be kept secret from outsiders, Fumino couldn't say more. He only said that he saw it by chance.
"What is the specific effect?" Charles, Mia and Jonathan, who had never seen Zhang Lang take action, asked curiously: "The name sounds like it is an energy shock wave. Is it very thick and long? How is the power?"
"The power... is definitely very strong!" Fumino recalled: "But there seemed to be no sound and light effects. I didn't even notice his move, and the opponent was eliminated..."
"Is it a skill that kills people invisible?" Mia nodded: "That's right. Skills that are too gorgeous are not conducive to concealment. This kind of silent trick is the most deadly."
At the same time, Zhang Lang, who was flying over the Nanling Mountains of the Northern Continent, suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed.
"Ah sneeze!"
Accompanied by a loud noise, a terrible shock wave sprayed down with his nose and saliva. In an instant, there was a huge gap in the Nanling Mountains with an average altitude of more than two thousand meters below. The center of the gap was unfathomable.
The heat wave is rising, and it is estimated that a huge amount of magma will erupt before long.
Got into trouble...
Zhang Lang rubbed his nose. Although he has basically adapted to it, sometimes he still loses control of his strength inadvertently... You must be careful in the main world, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous...
Shaking his head, Zhang Lang stepped into the void, jumped again, and flew towards the Sunset Fortress.
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In a distant world, a young Si tribe wearing a large cloak walked through the small door, entered a narrow room, and lay down on a comfortable bed.
"Finally no need to hide anymore!" As he said, his body crackled, and his long limbs stretched out from under the cloak. Then, like a human, he put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and swung his tail, enjoying himself comfortably.
Only your own leisure.
The reincarnators of the Si ethnic group have now widely begun to receive limb modification surgeries. However, to ordinary Si ethnic groups, having hands and feet is still equivalent to monsters, so these reincarnators usually have to hide their hands and feet, and only dare to do so at home.
Stretch out and enjoy.
"One day, we will make all Si tribes have convenient limbs! In this way, coupled with venom and flexible tails, we can get rid of the name of the lower fifth family and join the fourth or even upper third family!"
The young Sizu was thinking about it. There was a bright red spot between his eyebrows on the top of his head, which made him look like he was frowning all the time, and his eyes looked a little ferocious.
Suddenly, his portable communication device vibrated. He took it out and saw a message displayed on it.
"Come to the altar quickly to discuss matters!"
This was the news from the altar master. The young Si clan was slightly startled, and immediately started the teleportation, disappearing from the room with the flames.
In the center of the dim altar stands a statue of a giant snake holding a torch. On the base below the statue, the number eleven is engraved in the Si language.
As the small torches around the altar lit up one by one, the heroes of the Si tribe came to the altar one by one, including the young Si tribe with the red spot on his head.
"Everyone is here?"
An older Si tribe glanced at everyone.
"Altar Master, what's going on?" Hongbansi asked.
"I also received a summons from Altar No. 1!" The elder Si said: "Sith, the grandmother of Altar No. 1, summoned everyone to the big altar for discussion."
"Grandma Sith?" Other Si tribe members asked in surprise: "Hasn't she already been pardoned from the mission of the altar and is in seclusion? What important event is worthy of her coming out?"
"I just heard the news from other altar owners..." the elder Si said: "It seems that the seventeenth altar has lost contact!"
"Altar Seventeen?" The Hongmao tribe rolled their eyes: "Slashi and the others?"
The elder Si clan nodded: "They are one of the four teams responsible for guarding the 'operating room' this cycle."
"It seems that those damn hairless monkeys are planning to steal our 'operating room'!"