"Medusa's Cry", also known as "Sad Snake Hair", is a racial prop that each Medusa can only make once in its life. The material is taken from a special snake hair on Medusa's head, and combined with
Only with the tears of the heart can one make such a natural item that is strong enough to resist the petrification effect. Moreover, the higher the professional level of the maker, the stronger the resistance to the "Petrified Eyes" it can produce. And with Fanny's
Level, if you wear her "Sad Snake Hair", you can be completely immune to Medusa's petrification attacks below the extreme level, which is considered amazing.
Of course, "Sad Snake Hair" is actually a very personal thing, once in a lifetime, and it is the nemesis of "Petrified Eyes", so Medusa has always either not made it, or even made it, it must be given to her lover. But Mori
Now Artie is forcing Fanny to offer her "Sad Snake Hair" to him. To a certain extent, it is no different from forcing her to "dedicate herself". In Medusa's view, it is an extremely despicable act. It's a pity.
, in order to survive and regain the power that belongs to her, Fanny has no choice but to obey her orders.
"Very good, I believe in your sincerity. Now that I have received this 'advance payment', I will naturally fulfill my promise."
In another hotel in the free zone, Moriarty gently took the snake hair from Medusa and smiled with satisfaction.
Different from Fanny's current withered bun, after being watered by the tears of her heart, the "Crying of Medusa" in Moriarty's hands showed a brilliant bright gold, like a stick made of pure gold.
Snake cone. When you touch it, your tentacles will feel slightly hot, as if there are hot tears burning in them.
And seeing the dark elf caressing "Medusa's Cry". For some reason, Fanny suddenly felt some unspeakable heat and shame, as if what the other person's fingers were touching was not the detached snake hair, but
It's like stroking his body.
"Hmph! This bastard!"
Gritting her teeth, Medusa forced herself to suppress this unfamiliar but extremely uncomfortable feeling, and at the same time, she secretly said cruelly to the dark elf as if she diverted her gaze.
However, Moriarty naturally didn't care about Fanny's particularly unwilling look. He examined the golden snake cone for a moment, then put it away, and then said: "Okay. Let's start the second treatment. To
Would you like a healing potion?"
"snort!"
Medusa could only glare at the dark elf fiercely. Then she grabbed the test tube in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
For the next day, Moriarty and others stayed in the hotel room without leaving the room.
During this period, as expected, many people came to visit or planned to contact this powerful enchanter. Behind them were different forces representing the city or foreign caravans. However, Moriarty closed the door to all visitors. No.
With the slightest color. And the more this happened, the outside world became more curious and valued about this mysterious master of enchantment, and they all speculated on his true identity.
Of course, for Julob and D'Artagnan of the "Melting Pot Tribe", even if someone in the underground city is doing something in public, it has nothing to do with them. What the two tauren, the old and the young, are thinking in front of them,
There is only tomorrow's "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance" final, and the celebration ceremony for the maze guardians that will be held after the final.
Whether the tribe can return to the Ancestral Spirit Hall sequence after two hundred years of wandering, and whether the young people of the tribe can get along with the tauren of other tribes on an equal footing and gain respect from now on, all of this depends on the performance of the two people tomorrow.
"D'Artagnan, tomorrow, even if you die on the martial arts field, you must win the first round." Although he knows that such a request is a ruthless persecution for the young tauren, he still bears the heavy weight of the fate of the tribe.
Under pressure and with no way out, Jourabe could only say cruelly to d'Artagnan.
"Don't worry, I won't die in battle." D'Artagnan, who had been silently wiping the enchanted battle ax in his hands, didn't even raise his head and just smiled deeply.
"That's good!" Looking at the tribe's children who were maturing and becoming stronger at an astonishing speed, Zulob nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left without saying a word.
Another ten hours passed, and finally, the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance" officially began in the square in front of the Tauren Lord's Mansion.
As the opening program of the 300th birthday ceremony of the Maze Guardian, the "Martial Arts" scene was grand and solemn.
All the tauren in the "Dark Neon Color" gathered in front of the tauren lord's mansion at this moment, and lined up in an orderly manner according to their respective tribes. In the huge square, hundreds of strong tauren could be seen.
The huge minotaurs formed a sea of ​​Minotaurs. Although the square was always solemn and silent, as quiet as snow, the heavy white mist breathed by the billowing minotaurs gathered like smoke and covered the entire square.
It's so shrouded that it makes people feel palpitated and shaken just by looking at it.
In the center of the square, there is a newly built high platform about ten meters above the ground, which is enough for the tauren in the audience to see clearly. That is naturally the arena for the finals.
At the same time, about fifty meters directly in front of the high platform, in front of the Lord's Mansion, there is another throne made of huge rock with a black marble texture and gold pattern inlay on the top. It looks like a master, looking down on the entire square.
There is no doubt that that is Lord Cleveland's seat.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
Finally, the moment of celebration has officially arrived. With the sound of three hundred loud and powerful copper bells, the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance" is about to begin.
In the eyes of all the tauren, who were looking forward to, excited, and even venerated to the point of timidity, a tall, strong, mountain-like figure strode out of the lord's mansion and walked straight towards the golden marble throne.
"Greetings, Lord Cleveland!"
In an instant, all the tauren in the square seemed to have a tacit understanding, and uniformly knelt down on one knee to the tauren Ji Dao, who had rarely appeared in public for a hundred years, and bowed respectfully. Even some torch prophets' totem staffs
, the ancestral souls of each tribe also appeared one by one, bending down and saluting the guardian of the maze with their soul bodies.
"That's all, get up."
Sitting steadily on the throne, Cleveland looked around the square and said calmly.
The voice of this extremely strong man is not loud, but it can be heard throughout the square, and even causes a vibrating "buzz" in the air. And for some reason, the age of the fourteenth level extremely powerful person who has reached 300 years old
The voice of a Taoist master is so clear and translucent, like a young man. Could it be that in the Jida, even time has to step back half a step, allowing it to stay young forever?
It was only then that the minotaurs who were kneeling on the ground in the square dared to stand up slowly, and then looked at the legendary Minotaur with careful and respectful eyes. This was the first time for most of them.
See him with your own eyes.
I saw Cleveland sitting high on a marble gold seat, leaning his chin on his hands and leaning against the stone seat. His expression was neither deep nor happy, just as calm as water. And on the pair of horns above his head, there was a faint golden light.
The totem fire is burning. Although it is not blazing, it has a power that makes people dare not look directly.
Although he is three hundred years old, the face of the maze guardian is just like his voice, which looks extremely young, resolute and strong. Only those light blue eyes, although clear, are full of the vicissitudes of time.
and endless stories that are unforgettable.
But what is surprising is that in the arms of Cleveland, who is sitting on the throne, he actually holds a small minotaur.
The calf is immature, with a petite body and a cute face. Especially the pair of small and round horns on its head, which is indescribably cute. Just looking at it makes me want to go up and pinch it gently. And on the little calf horns
, and also has a pair of snow-white pom-poms, which keep shaking as the little calf shakes its head, which is very interesting.
"Who is that?"
All the outside tribesmen who saw the little calf's head could not help but be slightly surprised, but did not dare to make any strange noise. Only a few well-informed leaders of the large tribes knew that the calf was actually the great-granddaughter of the Lord Keeper of the Maze.
Eva is extremely favored, and it is said that her "status" in "Dark Neon" is higher than that of "Future Martial Saint Talent" Reddock.
"let's start."
With one hand holding the rounded-up Eva, the other hand kept teasing the little calf's little nose, the maze guardian said casually.
"Yes, sir!"
Immediately, Mekalis, the warrior commander in front of the palace who was standing aside, beat his chest heavily and saluted, then turned sharply towards the square: "The final of 'Ancestral Sacrifice-Totem Fighting Performance' begins now! The first game, 'Melting Pot Tribe'
D'Artagnan, the sixth-level totem fighter, versus Montaigne, the sixth-level torch prophet of the 'Kasha tribe'!"
"Come on, kid! Hold up the 'Melting Pot' flag in front of Cleveland!"
The order of the battle was completely random, but the eight contestants had already been notified. In the crowd, Julob looked at d'Artagnan who had been waiting on the high platform with a tense face, and said fiercely in his heart.
At the same time, the tauren from other surrounding tribes had wonderful expressions on their faces.
In the final martial arts finals, the tribe's children and the direct descendants of the dungeon each had four places, which seemed fair. But the problem was that among the four people on the tribe's side, there was a guy from the "wild tribe", and he was also
I once received a lot of praise from Reddock in the preliminaries. This has to be said to be a mockery and slap in the face to the surrounding regular tribes who are in the noble ancestral hall sequence, making most orthodox tauren feel ashamed.
.
As if he felt countless heavy glances from all around, D'Artagnan, who was walking up to the high platform, suddenly stopped, turned his head in a serious manner and showed an extremely bright smile to his compatriots on the square. At the same time, the battle ax in his hand seemed casual.
A wave of the ground.
"boom!"
Immediately, a series of sharp sonic booms exploded like spring thunder, making most of the tauren look askance.
On the other side under the high platform, Reddock looked at d'Artagnan who continued to climb up the stairs, and couldn't help but smile. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
