The swordsmen in the North wore simple python skin armor, and the silver swords in their hands were covered with snow-white sword flowers. Wherever the snow-light swords touched, the cold wind was biting, and even the ground was covered with a thin layer of white frost.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."
The long sword pointed to the sky, and the silver Pegasus of the swift wind arrived, and the soul horse that led the knight to charge turned into a silver meteor.
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles."
Wherever the sword's edge touches, there are flying enemy heads. Just with the sharp sword in his hand and the mount on his hip, the lightly armored knight can travel thousands of miles across the north!
"It's over. Go away and hide your identity and name... I seem to have forgotten it later. Forget it, I can't hide my name at all. Boys! Look out, I, Roland Lan, am here. I am the witch.
Demon King!"
As the pale justice plunged into the ground, the magic power converged, and the basalt sword prints intersecting between turtles and snakes erupted on the ground. The snowflake array representing ice formed on the ground and then lit up. As the undercurrent of ice flowed underground, the ice erupted.
The magic of cold freezes everything around it.
My movement was too sudden. As the ice spread, the assassins in the shadow had their feet frozen before they had time to react. Those who reacted quickly were able to break off their feet and escape, while those who reacted slowly were immediately frozen.
"I really admire the protagonists of legendary novels. They look cool while fighting while reciting poems to become fashionable, but in actual practice, it is simply not done by humans. How can they recite incantations, think about fighting skills, adjust the rhythm of fighting, and recall poems at the same time?
Aren’t they afraid that they will be embarrassed if they forget the words in the middle of reading? If the wind chokes in the mouth and makes them cough, then the immortality will be even more inexplicable? "
While I was vomiting, a snake-shaped dagger oozing with green light emerged from the shadow behind me. The coquettish blade slowly reached towards the back of my neck, but it didn't make a sound.
The moment the blade was about to touch me, the assassin with a cruel smile on his lips trembled suddenly.
"The advanced ability of Shadow Step - short-term dimensional concealment? It seems that a great assassin of elemental blood must be able to learn this. It is such a rare ability to be seen. It is really exciting experimental material."
How could a battle-hardened assassin make a mistake at a critical moment, but now his arm is paralyzed.
"Ahhh!"
The pale justice was still stuck on the ground, but the thunderous lightning was flashing on it. The violent electric current directly caused the unlucky assassin to twitch all over.
"Poor kid, I guess you can't understand why the magic sword in your hand automatically attacks. You can remember this trick and teach it to the newbies when you go back to use it against others."
The current of the Green Dragon Sword Seal that was activated for the second time was not very strong. The assassin, who was twitching all over, gritted his teeth and got up, intending to fight for his life, but I directly tapped the black cat on my shoulder.
"Help collect a blood sample. Do a brief analysis. It's such a rare material. Don't kill it. Extract the soul and return it to the laboratory for analysis."
When the elegant black cat heard this, she just lowered her head and licked her scratches, but didn't take any action. But I knew she was just waiting to negotiate the price.
"I'll give you one-third. I'll see if my senior wants it. If she doesn't want it, I'll give you half."
"Madman! Our group of ghost snake thieves was destroyed at the hands of you crazy people, and you actually talked to a cat...ahhhhhh!"
Seeing that I was actually carrying him, the angry assassin angrily attacked, but the next moment, an unknown black shadow covered him.
"Cat...monster cat!"
The cat-shaped black shadow floating above the assassin's head had a weird smile on its lips, as if it was laughing at something.
The fear that penetrated his heart made the mixed-blood assassin finally unable to hold back the fear in his heart, and turned around to run away. But then, with a flash of light and a scream, the thief disappeared without a trace. The only thing left behind was
The elegant black cat who continues cat washing.
"Crack."
With a snap of his fingers, the corpses of the three thieves who had died of excessive bleeding stood up silently, and they would take away several other frozen corpses.
When undead magic can appear under the sun, the corpses of strong men are valuable noble commodities and cannot be wasted.
And while I was still admiring the results of my victory, the battle over there had come to an end.
What the black piranha is chewing is the right arm of the holy assassin codenamed Hellfire...
After struggling to give up his limbs to feed those crazy plants, the great assassin Hellfire finally approached the mage. What the grinning thief encountered was not a panicked academic rookie, but a crazy witch who smiled even happier.
"You are the seventy-sixth assassin who thinks I am a melee idiot. What do you think happened to your seniors?"
The saint-level assassin's mind is so stable. Even if he vaguely felt that something was wrong, words could not shake him at all. He suddenly stopped, moved back and forth, and brought out a string of ghosts, but the clone ghosts surrounded him from all directions.
Amyra.
But the female mage just took a deep breath, threw away the gorgeous sapphire staff, completely eliminated the ghost clones around her, and punched the back fiercely.
"Boom!"
Amyra was not as weak as she looked. The terrifying gravity punch caused the wind pressure to dig out a big hole in the ground. Even though Hellfire reacted in time, she was still scratched and fell directly to the ground vomiting blood.
"Crack!"
With a slight wave of Amyra's delicate hand wearing a ruby bracelet, and a scream, a large pit appeared around Hellfire. He himself was embedded in the rock, and he could only breathe out but not in.
Perhaps other bystanders would think this was some kind of gravity magic, but I knew that it was just a simple wave of the hand, and what pushed the assassin into the ground was just the wind pressure brought about by this slap.
"A mage with forty-two points of power really can't afford to be hurt, and a modified person with eyes with true vision effect can't even be hurt. Now that he can still live after such nonsense, the senior is as awesome as ever."
At this time, Amyra stroked the ends of her hair, as if the silver blindness in her eyes had converged, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, as if she was murmuring something.
Her long light green hair was fluttering in the wind, while the scholar girl was meditating on poetry in the wind. Just looking at her appearance, Amy felt like a literary girl.
But I will not be deceived because I have read the other person's words through lip reading.
"Baby, it's time to eat. This time it's a big meal."
And the next second, the light green hair came to life, and countless hair strands spread with the wind, and then turned into blood-red thorns. When the tops of the thorns opened their bloody mouths like dragons, they were torn apart.
When the bitten assassin started to scream in agony, I knew that the rest of the scene would be 18+.
"Temperance? It's really a monster with no temperance at all. Maybe she named it Temperance because she just hoped that this monster would not eat too much and affect her figure."
My senior's research direction is quite similar to mine. Our data and research results are interchangeable, but the forms of expression are completely different.
In a sense, I combine the science of undead creation with the science of life structure, modern medicine, and undead magic. Since it is a creation, it is natural to create other powerful undead.
As a master of life structure, Amyra studies life itself. How could she let go of the body she is most familiar with and intuitively understands - herself.
I'm afraid she can't even remember how many times she has transformed her life. When I met her, she said that she was more like a plant than an animal.
In fact, two of her seven virtues, "temperance" and "diligence", are part of herself and are her symbiotic plants, and their existence and growth make Amyra stronger.
Amyra's forty-two points of strength after equipped with equipment enhancements have long exceeded the limit that normal creatures can reach. I have never heard of a race with a strength of over forty. I am afraid that even the Titans are in front of her.
Not enough, her bloodline ability cannot be rated at all, and she has already become a very common sense existence from its roots.
Of course, her ability to cause trouble is no less than mine, and she wouldn't be alive without two brushes. As far as I know, her ability to regenerate is no less than mine.
That assassin group has been wiped out, but I'm a little regretful. After all, it's not during the mission. I can't get any points from the holy thieves that my senior killed, which is a pity.
"What are you doing looking at me like this? Even if you beg me, I happen to be short of high-quality flower fertilizer. Even if you beg me, I won't share it with you."
That vigilant look is really sad. Since the unpleasant conversation last time, Amyra seems to be more on guard against me.
"A descendant of the genasi who can 'transient dimensional concealment', give you one-third of the blood and limb samples, give me this guy's soul, and leave the skeleton, I can use it."
"...It's a super rare item. You always encounter such strange existences. Your luck is as good as ever. However, it seems that you suffered a bit in this transaction. Is there any conspiracy?"
This vigilant look was really sad. I shook my head. I knew that if I didn’t say something, she would not feel at ease if she became frightened... In other words, I am probably the only person in the world who can make such a powerful student
My sister is so vigilant, should I be proud?
"Since someone wants our heads, it's natural to retaliate. I'm not strong enough, senior sister, please help me."
"Little things, never too much flower fertilizer and experimental materials, deal done!"
At this time, after receiving the news that I was attacked, Snow Hoof and the others also arrived, but they found that they really had no room to intervene and became idle observers.
"Who is the villain? Why do I feel that our side is the evil BOSS who plans to destroy the world, and the assassin on the opposite side is the brave man who challenges evil."
"Same feeling."
"Second!"
Well, looking at the belated reinforcements, I was stunned at first by such comments, and then laughed.
"It seems that getting along with old acquaintances like Amyra and Heloise has made me live and feel younger. However, in a sense, it is also a good thing. Of course, it is a bad thing for my enemies."
After enjoying a peaceful life in Sulfur Mountain City for so long, I have obviously softened up a bit, and maybe this is a good thing for the people around me.
But considering the harsh future we are about to face, an unscrupulous and cunning Yongye is obviously more effective than the upright Paladin. I have never planned to be an honest person and wait for the end to come.
"Want to deal with an evil and cunning opponent? Then, become crazier than the opponent and do whatever it takes."
For my enemies, a cunning and crazy avenger who dares to sacrifice at critical moments is the most dangerous thing. I also don’t have the moral compulsion to get my hands dirty.
"Senior sister, I, Heloise...maybe the most interesting (dangerous, crazy) researchers in the world are here. Maybe we can do something interesting together."
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It’s another hunting day of the year. The orc tribes along the Orison Mountains are gathering. The Blood Ax tribe, which has received the support of the earth elemental god Omdiroken, has become the most powerful tribe among them. His
The leader Amon Bloodaxe became the new chief of the United Tribes.
Perhaps a familiar name would be more suitable for him, Orc King. Of course, in order to wear this crown firmly, he must first win the war in the near future.
At this time, the chiefs of each tribe were still discussing their future march plans. Perhaps, the word quarrel is more appropriate.
"I object! The first snow is about to fall. Marching at this time is simply asking for death."
Generally speaking, mountain centaurs are smaller, smaller and more agile than their cousins in the underground and elven kingdoms.
But Hamar, the chief of the Kars tribe, is obviously not included in this list. He is nearly three meters tall and carries a giant halberd on his back. He is famous throughout the Orc Plateau for his unparalleled brute strength.
"I also object. The fortresses of the Sluwell Kingdom and the Kasomi Principality have blocked the exit from the plateau. If we attack the city in winter, we don't know how much additional losses we will have to pay. I am not afraid of sacrifices. I also know that sacrifices must be made in war, but I
I object to my sisters being used as such worthless cannon fodder."
Kamala is the chief of the Blue Feather Harpy Tribe and the most famous witch on the plateau. She is highly respected in the entire mountain range. Her opinions are recognized by many chiefs.
It is not a good idea to storm a heavily defended human fortress in winter. The Blood Ax tribe's insistence on going its own way has finally caused the resentment of the chiefs to explode. If not handled properly, the coalition will probably collapse immediately.
Eamonn, the chief of the Blood Ax tribe. Blood Ax is a tall eagle man. Their tribe was famous for producing Thunder Eagle Knights, but Eamonn himself is not very famous. On the contrary, everyone who knows him knows that his ability is extremely average.
, at this time, when pressed by others, Eamon could only scratch his scalp irritably, but did not know how to answer, and was obviously at a loss.
"...I'm going back."
Chief Lund of the Bear Tribe is famous for being taciturn, but he is also famous for speaking his mind. Now that he is told to break up and go home, he will definitely do it.
Finally, Eamonn made up his mind and planned to reveal his plan, but a hoarse voice sounded outside the door.
"My lords, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Damon Ryle, your allied representative."
The person who entered silently was a short rat man. This kind of life mostly lives in the underground pipes of the city. Although this group is quite cunning and difficult to deal with, it is very marginalized among the orcs who put their strength first.
But even though there were so many strong players in the tent, no one dared to look down on this little rat man. In addition to his ability to sneak in here silently, the scales and horns on his face further illustrated his identity.
"Purgatory? Are you a devil or a devil?"
There is also an entrance to the abyss in the North. The orcs are no strangers to the residents of the lower plane, but any intelligent race with normal thinking will not have any favorable impressions of these two races.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I can help you. With the help of the God of the Earth Element, geographical obstacles will not be a problem from the beginning. There is no need for you to attack two fortresses."
Damon arrived on the map and drew it casually. It was an incredible passage that could cross the obstacles of mountains and reach directly to the core area of the human world.
"As for the severe cold of winter, I can give you good news. With the help of the will of the abyss, the Marquis of Fire and Sea promises to give you the blessing of fire. The cold wind of winter will no longer hinder you."
The chiefs looked at each other, but they were still a little unsure.
"The Marquise of the Sea of Fire? The plane of the Sea of Fire is part of the abyss. That Marquise should be the Demon King. I also have some understanding of demonology. It seems that I have never heard of that lady's name. Could it be that she is a new person in these hundreds of years?
The demon king appears?"
"Haha!" Demont smiled triumphantly.
"It's no wonder that you haven't heard of that adult's name. That adult just returned to the Abyss last year, and actually directly popularized the Demon Marquis, which is enough to prove her strength. She also has a beautiful name of 'God Eater', and it is
She swallowed the power of the God of the Fire Element to be able to give you the blessing of fire."
After hearing this, everyone was overjoyed. Seeing that the mission was expected to be completed, Damon was even more proud.
"Look, this is this gentleman's token."
It was a bronze ring inlaid with silver, with lava flames slowly surrounding it, like a decorative pattern.
"Lord Eliza! Please grant us your blessing."
The purgatory ratman Daemon held up the Lord of the Rings, the power of the devil began to spread, and the will of higher beings was summoned by the token to descend.
"Who is calling me! How dare you disturb my beauty sleep! Huh? It's still a dirty and ugly rat man, go to hell!"
The demon king was angry, and the consequences were serious. The woman who was awakened by the ugly man became even more angry, and the demon's flames directly enveloped the summoner.
"Sir!! Show mercy, I am wronged...ahhhhh!"
Well, the unlucky guy who has turned into ashes has no say. Looking at the Lord of the Rings falling on the ground, everyone was dumbfounded.
Which scene is this being played out? The contact was inexplicably killed by the mastermind behind the scenes? How can this conspiracy continue?
They say that demons are chaotic and crazy, and I really saw it this time, but what should I do next? Everyone goes back to their homes?
"Master Wen, you are a well-known handsome man among the orcs, and you are very popular. How about you try to contact this Marquise?"
Immediately, the face of the fox-man chief named by Eamon turned pale. The rat-man had just died in front of him, so he dared to try again.
But the Fox Clan was worthy of the reputation of a clan of orc wise men, so he immediately came up with a solution.
"You have also heard that this Daemon was executed for disturbing the Marquis from his nap. So, we only need to wait for him to wake up before contacting us. Well, no matter how much the time difference between the abyss and the surface is, eight hours
Contacting later is definitely the safest.”
Okay, this is undoubtedly a procrastination trick, but obviously this ending is acceptable to everyone, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But I, who was far away in another country, got a piece of news from the silver ring on my hand.
"The orcs are about to bypass the geographical restrictions of the plateau area and directly raid Siluwell in winter?"
PS: Well, today’s chapter is indeed past 12 o’clock, and it’s a new month... Well, by the way, I’d like to ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket.
