Chapter 354 Short Contest, Torch Prophet, Recognize
"How to fight? Just fight here!"
After hearing Moriarty's provocative words, the grumpy tauren couldn't bear it any longer. He directly picked up a bronze battle ax and slashed it at Moriarty's face, completely ignoring what would happen if such a guy went down.
The two symmetrical pieces will still be smashed into a pulp by the not-so-sharp ax blade.
"Don't do anything yet!"
On the side, Elder Tartar saw that he had gone to Quanwuxing without saying a few words. He immediately became anxious and tried to stop him. However, before the old cave hunter could persuade him to stop him, suddenly, the wand in Moriarty's hand released a beam of blue.
The color ray instantly hit the Minotaur's body. Immediately, Dadaniman's movements slowed down as if his hands and feet were bound by invisible ropes.
"magic!?"
Although the tauren is young, he knows his stuff. He immediately roared and his face showed an angry look. In the underground world, mages are as rare as on the ground. Among the Negon race, the only ones that are rich in mages are the despicable dark elves and the extremely evil ones.
The beholder. The Minotaur deeply disliked these two races, and the possibility of conflict once they met was close to 99%. So Moriarty cast the first-level spell "Mud Steps",
D'Artagnan thought he was a mutant of the Dark Elf.
"Go to hell!"
The Minotaur roared violently, and at the same time, a bunch of brown-red flames appeared on D'Artagnan's body like thick hair. Then, the deceleration effect of the earth spell immediately weakened under the rise of this strange flame.
Quite a few, and d'Artagnan's ax accelerated and struck harder.
However, Moriarty, who had gained some openings, immediately retreated and quickly distanced himself from the opponent. At the same time, twelve red crystal gargoyles were dispatched collectively, surrounding the minotaur like a swarm of bees, and launched a series of attacks.
"What the hell is this! Get away!"
When he saw the magic golem for the first time, d'Artagnan was not frightened. He slashed out with his ax and immediately knocked out a gargoyle in front of him. And because the bronze battle ax was so heavy, it was almost a blunt weapon.
Attack, so the gargoyle that was knocked away by the blow was unable to fly again for a while.
"It's powerful. The attacks are fierce, accurate, and deadly. It also has the Minotaur's racial special skills, which should be the Minotaur's 'totem power'."
However, Moriarty didn't care that a gargoyle would lose its combat effectiveness after just one encounter. Instead, he quickly prepared a second spell while analyzing the Minotaur's combat characteristics internally and externally.
"Snapped!"
Soon, another magic puppet was shot far away by d'Artagnan's ax like a ball. Then, the minotaur couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But at this moment, Moriarty's second magic was ready, which was actually an enhanced version of the second-level mutated earth spell "Sinking into the Mire". And when a green swamp shadow emerged at the feet of the tauren
, no matter how strong the totem fire of the sixth-level totem fighter is, it cannot effectively expel the powerful magical power.
Immediately, d'Artagnan's movements became as heavy and stiff as if he was trapped in a swamp. In contrast, the remaining ten red crystal gargoyles were much more flexible and could easily avoid the Minotaur's attacks.
, and his sharp gold claws kept landing accurately on the opponent's waist.
Within a moment, the minotaur had already seen blood. D'Artagnan was extremely angry, his eyes were piercing red, but he had no choice but to continue to resist the offensive of the magic puppet. This is the tragedy of a combat class facing a powerful class.
, once caught in the opponent's rhythm, it will be difficult for the warrior to escape until he is "played" to death. At that time, the Minotaur fought hard to regain the "Glory of the Eclipse" in order to counterattack, but in the end he was defeated.
Under the tide of dark elves' magic. Look at d'Artagnan's helplessness today. It is a replica of the despair and unwillingness of the tauren predecessors back then.
On the opposite side, Moriarty had no intention of letting the opponent go, and his third spell was almost completed. A dazzling light of thunder and lightning flashed endlessly between his fingers, just waiting for him to point out, that
The powerful thunderbolt will fall from the sky and land on the head of the minotaur, teaching it a profound lesson.
However, for some reason, when the second-level spell was ready, Moriarty relied on his superb metamagic skills to just hang it in his hand, without making a move, and instead turned his attention to another place.
"Okay, you can stop now. I admit that you have the qualifications to climb the 'Melting Furnace Hill'."
Finally, another strong figure appeared on a platform at the front of the mountain path, and said in a deep voice to Moriarty, who had fully taken the initiative in the battle. Then, Moriarty also smiled, waved his hand to disperse the lightning storm on his fingertips, and at the same time
All magic puppets were recovered.
"D'Artagnan, please come back too."
At the same time, the figure roared again. Immediately, the young tauren, who was still furious and seemed to want to continue, immediately calmed down as if he had been drenched in ice water. After that, he took a serious look at the stranger opposite him.
The man turned around and ran back to the upper part of the hill. Then, the figure on the high platform disappeared.
"That's Lord Julob, the leader of the 'Nuutou' and a high-level 'Torch Prophet'."
At this time, Tarta also returned to Moriarty and whispered. To be honest, after witnessing the fight between the other party and d'Artagnan, the caveman wanted to intervene, but he hesitated again. Especially when he saw
When Moriarty took over the initiative in an instant and beat the tauren without any power to fight back, Tartar did not dare to move. But in the end, it ended peacefully, and the caveman secretly said "lucky". And this time
Seeing Moriarty's actions in person throughout the whole process made me deeply admire and fear this master's strength.
"Torch Prophet..."
Moriarty was stunned for a moment, but then nodded.
The Torch Prophet is a profession unique to the Minotaur clan. It is similar to a magic profession, but it does not practice ordinary spells. Instead, it inherits some of the ancient tauren racial abilities. Among them, the most powerful and unique one
Xiang is the legendary "prophecy", which is why the name Torch Prophet comes from.
Within the Minotaur tribe, the Torch Prophet usually also plays important social responsibilities such as "praying", "medical treatment", "teaching", and "paying homage". Therefore, in many tauren tribes, the tribal leader is directly led by a leader.
A torch prophet serves as a torch prophet. And according to the opinions of some magic scholars, the torch prophet is actually a branch variant of the shaman, which can be traced back to the ancient elven empire ten thousand years ago. And this is not the same as the Minotaur.
Ancestor, the characteristic of not being prone to customs is actually very gentle.
Without another word, Moriarty and Tarta quickly climbed to the top of the hill one after the other. After only walking for about a minute, a huge and flat platform on the top of the mountain appeared in front of them.
The platform is about a hundred square meters, with a depression in the middle, and thick smoke and fire are constantly coming out. Beside the depression, there are stone steps leading to the inside of the hill. Presumably, the base camp of this tauren tribe is in this "
"Furnace Hill" is inside, and the crater should also be inside it.
At this time, nearly twenty tauren, large and small, had gathered on the platform on the top of the mountain. Half of them were young and old, and half of them were old and young. It seemed that they were the majority of the members of this tribe. In this way, this Minotaur
The Los tribe can only be considered small.
Seeing Moriarty on the platform, d'Artagnan, who had already returned first, immediately glared at him. At this time, the young minotaur had been simply bandaged. However, when he saw the stranger who had injured d'Artagnan, he
With such a delicate appearance, the expressions of the other tauren couldn't help but become strange. Then, d'Artagnan became even more embarrassed and annoyed.
In the center of these Minotaurs, an old tauren wearing colorful robes and holding a metal totem staff was looking solemnly at the two people who had climbed to the top.
That is none other than the tribal leader, the eleventh-level Torch Prophet, Julob!
Compared with Tartar, although Zurob is also old, his figure is upright and does not look old at all. Especially his huge eyes, which are full of wisdom and will, and are formed from the turbidity and dimness of the caveman.
sharp contrast.
"Human, I'm curious about how you came to the abyss. As far as I know, since the disaster five hundred years ago, no guests from the earth have entered the underground."
When the stranger came closer, the Torch Prophet's first words shocked the entire audience.
Immediately, the eyes of all the underground natives were focused on Moriarty. Even Tarta, as if they had just seen each other for the first time, opened their eyes wide and unblinking. Because for the Negon people,
Everything on the ground is too far apart. Even more than ten generations have never seen what sunlight looks like, let alone what living things on the ground look like. But now, there is a living human on the surface standing in front of them.
How can we prevent them from being curious and surprised?
"Hello, respected Torch Prophet, Lord Julob. Because I was swept by a time and space storm, I inexplicably came from the ground to this vast underground world and got lost here. So, in order to find the way home, I
I have to ask you and your tribe for help."
Sure enough, the Torch Prophet was indeed a wise man among the Minotaurs. He was truly wise. He could see Moriarty's roots at a glance. In this regard, Moriarty had no intention of denying or covering up, so he said directly.
"Return to the ground? Haha, with all due respect, I'm afraid it's impossible."
The Torch Prophet laughed muffledly, whether he was laughing at the other party's ignorance or at the boldness of human beings.
"Some things have to be tried before they can be said to be possible." Moriarty, however, was still neither humble nor arrogant: "And if the first try doesn't work, you can try the second, third, or fourth try... There will always be a time when you succeed. It seems to be right.
'The Glory of the Eclipse Moon', if you can't win it in one battle, you can't win it in two battles, you still have to fight three times, four stops... until you get it back. Isn't it, Lord Julob?"
"you…"
When he heard the taboo name "Glory of the Eclipse" coming from human mouths, the Torch Prophet couldn't help but be startled. On the side, d'Artagnan and some other tauren started to shout angrily. Look at their appearance. It’s as if they are going to attack Moriarty. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
ps: Expose your weight more deeply, fly with both hands?
