What Mikos said about us was not just him and Mirru. Following his call, four other NPCs also came out of the gray tower.
None of these NPCs came alone. A team of five people was the smallest one, and the largest one was followed by 20 players.
As for whether this mission involves such a big battle, Sherlock couldn't help but mutter in his heart. It would be okay if there was no confrontation later, but if there was a real fight, he would have no advantage at all.
He is a professional player, but he doesn't have the ability to do 1v20, especially since the equipment of these people seems to be very good, and they don't look like easy-going people.
"Laila, Weigao, Ruisen, Maisha and Mirlu, the time has finally arrived. Let us welcome this glorious moment together."
Under the command of Michael, six people, including him, stood beside the six stone pillars around the altar, and then a strange spell came from his mouth.
Lord of the winds! Answer our call.
We are willing to dedicate ourselves to show your glory.
Come! Flying Pioneers!
Come on! Wings of Wind!
Your power will surely shake all living beings!
Not only Sherlock, many players also realized that this process seemed not quite right.
Even people who don’t know Shanda Keer know that although this god is called the Wind Rider, his priesthood does not include wind or anything related to wind. If you want to awaken the blood of the god, what do you think of this spell?
Neither of them quite fits the bill. It’s more like saying she is Arkady, the goddess of the wind element.
However, now that the ceremony has been carried out, there have been no accidents for the time being, and everyone is waiting with luck. After all, their mission is to help the NPC awaken the power in his blood rather than ensuring the safety of the other person's life.
Sherlock was actually ready to take action when he heard the first two sentences, but the look in Millou's eyes interrupted his actions. Compared with death, failure is probably the outcome that the other party does not want to accept.
This time, the goddess of luck was on their side. No, no, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was the blessing of the girl of misfortune.
After Michaels recited the incantation six times in a row, a strong force of wind element condensed and enveloped the six NPCs on the field.
Suddenly, the surrounding players used various methods to explore the situation in front of them.
Sherlock didn't have any relevant skills, so he could only rely on his frog eyes to observe the flow of magic power in Mirulu's body.
He had seen the body of this mannequin many times before, and he had studied the ability to control the wind element no less than a hundred times. He discovered the difference with just one glance.
No matter how powerful Mirlu's control ability was before, she couldn't store any magic power in her body. Now it's not a matter of whether it can be stored or not. It's that her whole body seems to be filled with the power of the wind element, almost reaching the point where it can seep out of her body.
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Is there really no problem with this ritual? Sherlock kept asking himself in his mind. He always felt that something was wrong but couldn't tell where it was.
It would be great if Feng Erzhong and Tam were here. With their strong logical analysis ability and knowledge storage, they could definitely tell the whole story.
Time passed bit by bit, and half an hour later the power of the wind element finally gradually dissipated.
Seeing Mirulu crying with joy, Sherlock's heart was relieved.
But before several people could come forward to ask, Michaels, the host of the ceremony, recited a spell again, and a black spell wave locked all the other five people to the stone pillar.
Sure enough, there was a problem! Sherlock was the first to react. His long black hair flew up, and his shadowy body slipped out quietly.
Silent step! Shadow walk!
At this speed, it only took him less than half a second to run to Mirlu's side. However, when he stretched out his hand to grab the other person, a black barrier blocked him in front.
Natural transformation—Fire Monkey!
He swiped his right foot backwards, then launched a flaming explosive punch and flew forward.
Boom! Under the huge collision, the black barrier did not fluctuate at all, but Sherlock was ejected by the reaction force.
When the others saw his actions, they quickly reacted. Although there were many strange things in the bloodline awakening ceremony just now, they were all within the acceptable range.
In this scene, no matter how you look at it, Michael seems to have bad intentions. This troublesome escort mission has finally come to an end. If they are messed up by this NPC, all their previous efforts will be in vain.
With so many players, there are always a few powerful characters. All of a sudden, various skills and spells such as barrier removal, magic riot, magic breaking, flashing, etc. all appeared.
But without exception, these methods failed to rescue the people inside the black barrier. Since Michaels deliberately gathered a few people together and allowed the players to follow him, it proved that the other party was fully prepared.
Severe winter and daytime, scorching summer and night;
The false becomes true, and the dead are immortal.
The perfect form, six become one;
The power of all universes cuts the sky and splits the earth.
As Mikos chanted, the power of the wind element in his body became stronger and stronger. On the contrary, all five of Mirlu let out painful wails, and their bodies also rapidly weakened and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sherlock didn't know exactly what the spell the other person chanted did, but he could probably guess that the effect was nothing more than absorbing the power of others.
Let’s put aside the unclear meaning of the first sentence. Putting the second, third and fourth sentences together makes it more obvious. The meaning should be that the power of blood in the six people is incomplete and false. The perfect form will
Liuhe is the only one that can be achieved.
Regardless of whether they are united or not, Sherlock cannot sit back and watch Mirru become a sacrifice for others' growth. Maybe others cannot break through this black barrier, but he has found the structural node of this spell and grabbed a handful of wind thunder in his hand.
Shuriken rushed forward again.
Those who follow destiny have unlimited power;
The dead live forever, black and white are forever distinguished.
When Michaels was about to finish singing the last syllable, Sherlock's shuriken also pierced the light spot in the frog's eye, and a huge magic storm blew up from the intersection of the two.
The power instantly knocked him away.
But at this critical moment, his tongue had already wrapped around the girl who fell on the ground and pulled her out together.
At this moment, Mirulu had lost her original youthful and beautiful appearance, replaced by long pale hair, a face full of wrinkles, and even the bones and flesh on her body had shrunk a lot.
