Chapter one hundred and sixty-ninth, nothing to be courteous
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"But..." Prince Moore wanted to continue, but Liu Zhensha held him down.
"I have learned it, so what do you want?" Old Liu's face began to look rogue: "Besides, there is no mature blood magic instructor to teach me offensive magic, so just knowing how to get started is useless! I just
I want to get a blood baby to play with, but why are you so confused?"
"You......hey..." Prince Moore was at a loss for what to say. He hesitated before thinking about it, and mumbled something vaguely: "...The Sorcerer's Comet."
The shields are all out..."
"This is just absorbing the blood magic power of a Flame Emperor. It would be great if the Flame Emperor's full strength could be drawn over. I don't think that Flame Emperor is also a high-level magician." Liu Zhenhan himself was a little bit unhappy.
He restrained himself and took Prince Moore's arm and said: "Old Bei, why don't you find a blood mage to teach me how to release attack magic? Just use the blood bullet technique!"
"Forget it..." His Highness the Prince quickly pulled away his arm and waved his hand without looking back: "Let's talk about it next time. I lost two magicians and a blood baby in this battle, so I have to hurry up.
I need to deal with the finishing touches and pay my respects to the tyrant, and I have to go back quickly."
Liu Zhenshao sneered as he watched Benitez's fleeing back, while several proprietresses not far away smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
"If it's other magic, Nana and I can teach you, but it's a pity that it's blood magic." Daisy shook her head sadly: "It's not easy to be a wizard-level magician, even if the dragon wants to kill you
, you have to pay a big price, but it’s a pity that you are actually a half-hearted person. You can’t use any magic, so you will be beaten.”
"It's not a mage, it should be a magister!" Liu Zhenzhen suddenly slapped his head as if he was having a nervous breakdown. He gazed at the blood-spray wreath that belonged to Tide Lord Grain around Mithril's arm and wrapped it around his neck.
The "comet shield" was immediately mixed with some azure blue. Twenty-five rice-sized blood beads were collectively coated with a layer of sapphire blue. The free comet looked more like the Milky Way. Wearing this
With a layer of "comet shield", Lao Liu felt like he was armed with the deep starry sky.
"No way! This is the blood of super-level monsters!" Liu Zhancheng's eyes widened and he smacked his lips. It is really difficult for a mage to advance to a high level!
Since absorbing the blood magic power of the Flame Emperor, a large number of Baator demons and other high-level monsters, Liu Zhenshao jumped five levels from a magic apprentice to a magician - this is not an ordinary Boolean. How many magicians are there?
He has been stuck at the bottleneck of a senior mage all his life, unable to rise to the rank of Tutor until death, but Lao Liu's good luck has obviously come to an end. They are both super-level monsters, and Lao Liu has absorbed the magic power of the blood of Tide Lord Grain, and he has been able to continue continuously.
Magicians can't even take the first step to become magisters. Why doesn't this make the upstart magician Liu shocked and dumbfounded?——When blood is drawn for the first three times in the initial stage of blood magic, there is a bonus of first night power. These three times of drawing blood
, compared with the subsequent blood-draining effect, it is not even a little bit more powerful. The ancient bronze blood magic book in the royal collection has the most direct indication that the first three foundations were laid by a blood mage in the future. It occupies so many geographical advantages.
Still unable to get over it, Old Liu couldn't help but vehemently denounced that the threshold for a magician to advance to the rank of magician was too high.
"Regardless of fallen magic or main magic, every level leap is far from being as simple as walking up a step. The higher the level, the more so. In fact, even if it is a magician, the strength of each magician is different.
, You cannot always focus on titles when measuring strength, Richard, you are too greedy." Nana covered her mouth and snickered.
Liu's shocking eyes fell on the Evil-Eyed Tyrant in the sky again. Prince Moore was riding on the back of a pig-faced troll bat, nodding and bowing with a flattering face. He was saying something to the Evil-Eyed Tyrant, maybe saying goodbye.
Old Liu thought.
The six-winged Balrog controlled by the Evil Eye Tyrant mechanically flapped the only remaining pair of flame wings in the air with a dull expression. Liu Zhencheng looked at the six-winged Balrog up and down, quietly calculating in his mind.
, if you include the Saltwater Kui Ox and its blood, you should be able to reach the Magister with the third foundation. If you absorb the Evil Eye Tyrant again, I don’t know...
"Pavel!" Liu Zhenshao waved to the centaur archer Nedved, and the divine arrow Zheqin walked to the boss's side with the giant toad.
"Use your arrows to smear the bath water I sealed in the glass bottle. Are you sure you can hit the meat ball above our heads?" Liu Zhanchen lowered his head and looked down at Nedved.
"If I can hit it so easily, it's not a super-level monster. These guys have a super keen sense of locking eyes." Nedved told the truth: "Don't look at it, just stare at it for more than one second.
Even the eyes on its tentacles will stare at you, making you feel hairy all over."
"Depend on…………"
"...Eh...what's going on with this...this toad?" Liu Zhenshao looked at the huge and incomparable three-legged golden toad next to the Centaur Archer, and goosebumps broke out all over his back.
They were densely packed with bubbling skin warts, and a pair of lantern eyes pointed skyward. The pockmarks reminded him of the disfigured one.
"I caught the mount!" Nedved showed off proudly, and the mangy croaked twice in agreement.
"Oh my God!" Liu Zhancheng looked at this giant toad weighing two to three tons and was surprised: "This is a high-level monster. You can catch it and use it as a mount...glare at me."
What are you doing... I'm not doubting your ability. I believe you if you shoot it to death, but how can you catch it alive? And make it so obedient? I *** have been wanting to ask you just now, tell me now
explain."
"I used the secret skill of our House family, the 'Equestrian Technique'." Centaur archer Nedved stroked his chest, "Fortunately, Ao Pang and the boss went to kill together, leaving this advantage to me."
"Equestrian skills?" Liu Zhenzhen's head was buzzing and he was in chaos.
Liu Zhancheng, the famous name of "horse physiognomy", has long been heard of. This is a secret skill summarized by Mr. Bole, the great sage of the ancient Hao clan, in the Hao dialect. It is only spread within the Hao clan and is passed down from male to female.
After several world wars, this ancient skill is gradually declining within the House clan. In fact, "horse physiognomy" is not a big deal to put it bluntly. It is just how to distinguish among horses.
Which horses are good horses and which ones are bad horses, and then use the "secret language of training" to communicate with these horses to gain absolute trust in each other - this is very similar to summoning magic pets by sacrifices, except that the House clan's "secret language of training"
The success rate of "Yu" is 100%, which is much better than sacrificing "Song of Psychics".
The gentle temperament of horses makes them the best means of transportation. Most of the orcs in the Behemoth Kingdom are not very strong, and there are many short statures. Like Wolfe, they tamed violent wargs and became mounts. Short ones
Behemoth does not dare to do so, so the best beasts to work with are horses with a gentle temper. The wild boar mounts that the Pyg knights ride on are far inferior to horses in terms of running ability and endurance.
The Kingdom of Behemoth also exports a small amount of war horses from the House clan to human merchants every year. The war horses produced by the House clan are also popular in the human world. The House clan uses "horsemanship" to select good horses from the ground. As long as they are properly raised,
The body size can reach half a ton - which is almost as strong as a small elephant. It is absolutely beautiful as a mount for heavy cavalry.
In the entire Aegean continent, except for Haus Beamon, who was proficient in "equine training", no one could breed such an excellent war horse.
"What does the art of horsemanship have to do with a leprechaun?" The lord glared at his trusted guard like an idiot, pointed at the three-legged giant toad on the ground and said, "Don't tell me, this leprechaun
What a good horse!"
The strange dispute attracted a large group of people to watch. Everyone stared at the three-legged golden toad. Cleaning of the battlefield has been completed. Everyone quietly packed their bags and was ready to slide their feet at any time. If there is something interesting to see,
, they all coaxed over.
"Not only is he a good horse, he is also the best thousand-mile horse!" Nedved's face turned red, and he frowned and said to Liu Zhenzhen: "I will make an exception today and tell my boss and brothers.
We say that our Haos clan's most top-notch "horsemanship" is the "secret language of phase training" - "癃～晃～估～日～杀～你～Lei～cha" This is the golden secret that is used to tame a real thousand-mile horse.
language!"
After hearing this, the three-legged golden toad kept croaking happily, its two lightbulb eyes were shining with golden light, and it looked very happy.
When all the hippo poets heard this sentence, their laughing faces immediately turned solemn, and they all stood in awe.
"The sun is booming, and the hooves are tired?" Liu Zhencheng repeated this series of dialects, and then cursed: "Obisrachi! Don't tell me the dialect of your Hao tribe! I listen.
I don’t know what this means!”
{ps: "The sun is shining brightly, and the hooves are like tired hooves." This sentence is the physical characteristics of a thousand-mile horse noted in the "Xiangma Jing" written by Bole, the ancient Chinese horse zodiac master. Bole's idiot son took this sentence from the old man.
Taking the words as an imperial edict, he went out to look for a thousand-mile horse, but he found a toad at home, because the appearance of the toad was exactly the same as the characteristics of the thousand-mile horse that his father Bole said - this is the origin of the idiom "find the horse according to the picture".
"Let me translate the meaning. This sentence is the unique dialect of our Haos clan. To break it down, it is: the main characteristics of a thousand-mile horse are a brain as high as the Taimurraya Snow Mountain, eyes as bulging as the full moon,
The hooves are like stacked koji cubes." O'Neill, the hippopotamus poet, waved his arms, showing the style of a poet, with a solemn expression as if he was reciting a bard praising the God of War.
"A big head, bulging eyes, and hooves like distiller's yeast?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed so hard that he covered his waist, tears flying everywhere.
The shape of the toad is so close to these words about Chollima. An ordinary toad is definitely not suitable for people to ride, but this rhinoceros-sized three-legged golden toad is absolutely fine, but it cannot be because the three-legged golden toad can
If someone rides it, just follow this logic and say it is a thousand-mile horse, right? Liu Zhencheng will never admit that this toad is a thousand-mile horse. A toad with three legs can run thousands of miles? Doesn't it become a wandering toad?
There was no laughter around, just silence.
"The fact that the 'Secret Words of Training' can work on this three-legged golden toad proves that it is a real Chollima. Only those with Chollima's blood flowing deep in their blood and soul can respond to this 'Secret Word of Training'
"It resonates." O'Neal said sternly to his boss: "Although I did not learn the unique art of 'equestrianism' from my elders, I unreservedly respect the seriousness of this unique skill that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
highest reverence."
Because it is related to the honor and dignity of the House clan, O'Neill had to come out and question the authority of the lord. What he said is also true. Within the House clan, "Equestrianism" is as sacred as the "Sacrificial Code" of the temple.
Violate.
The two Bier scepter priests coughed a few times and several boss ladies also winked at Liu Zhenhan.
"Hmm... Okay, I recognize this clam... No... Chollima's status, and now I officially canonize Pavel; Nedved's Emerald Army's title of 'Knight of Suoji'." Old Liu took a look.
It involved national issues. He quickly restrained himself. After all, he was a temple priest, so it seemed redundant. So what if he was riding a wandering toad. Nedved was riding a tadpole, and he was also his own.
Archer Guard.
"A knight from the bandit army?" Nedved's face suddenly turned as pale as a bitter gourd, and he was a little confused.
"Yes. Fei Jun." Liu Zhencheng didn't realize how much psychological burden he had abbreviated the vocabulary and caused a simple man and horse archer, so he insisted.
Ichijo couldn't bear it anymore and almost died laughing.
"You're laughing! Take a look in the mirror and you will see that you and this thousand-mile horse look like brothers. They both have blistered faces." Old Liu smiled and pinched the rogue crane's face: "
Why don't you hurry up and treat my injury!"
"Damn! Isn't that a toad man who can pretend to be the Zodano tribe among you Behemoths? Hehe, Behemoth is the ugliest." Ichijo laughed and trembled.
Guoguo jumped down from Lao Liu's arms and cautiously approached Qianlima. Seeing that the three-legged golden toad did not respond, Guoguo stretched out her finger and poked the toad's webbed feet, which were as thick as stones. "Qianlima" croaked.
After calling twice, he lowered his head and stared for a long time but couldn't find Guo Guo. When Guo Guo continued to stretch out his little claws to poke it, the three-legged golden toad finally caught the moving scene and stuck out his tongue to lick it.
Licking the little thing's face, Guoguo was so frightened that she immediately hid in Liu Zhenhan's arms, buried her head and wiped her saliva for a while, and then secretly looked at the huge toad with her evil eyes.
"What a cute little thing." A huge voice echoed in everyone's heart. The lingering and soft voice seemed to have a hint of sleepiness, and a yellow-beam-like dream fragrance emerged from the bottom of the heart.
People's eyelids are dizzy.
Liu Zhenshao, like everyone else, suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the evil-eyed tyrant floating in the sky. Then everyone noticed that each other's movements were so consistent that they almost didn't need to ask any questions.
, everyone already understands what just happened.
This evil-eyed tyrant is so powerful! Liu was shocked and felt a chill in his heart.
Directly using mental power to communicate silently with others is a sign that you can control other people's minds. No matter what, everyone including Fairy Dragon and Ichijo heard these words of the Evil Eye Tyrant, and they understood
It is unmistakably proven that this evil-eyed tyrant can use his mental power to control and manipulate the mental will of everyone here. If there is a difference, it is only a little different in the process and time of control.
Who knows how long it will take for this guy to control himself, a minute or a quarter of an hour? Liu Zhenshao has no idea at all. This meat ball does not control the soul like a siren, nor does it control the shadow through "Shadow Raid" like Liu Zhenhan
, God knows whether the three major curses - "Blood Sacrifice Curse", "Holy Curse", and "Fallen God's Curse" can stop it.
"Your Majesty, tyrant, what do you want? You won't fight, but you won't leave. Do you want to step in the door for me?" Liu Zhenzhen yawned, so he said easily to the tentacle-shaped meat ball in the air: "Just right.
I still need a demon pet. Brother, I am a natural soul singer. I have a 50% chance of summoning a pet, so I should be worthy of you."
There was something more than what Lao Liu said. He skillfully pointed out his identity as a born soul singer, and also tactfully told the evil-eyed tyrant Big Bull B that it was not so easy to control a soul singer who had the right to sing souls.
Simple. It’s best not to do anything shameful. The “Born Soul Singer” summons a familiar with a 50% chance of success, which means that the “Born Soul Singer” summoning battle song carries the blessing of God.
Such mandatory attributes really made Lao Liu anxious, and he threw a "Psychic War Song" over him. If the two sides failed, they would definitely fight, but if the summoning was successful, everyone's face would be ugly - I have to say. Lao Liu
Now he is trapped in a strange circle that he cannot extricate himself from. Although he has the ability to recruit magic pets with a high probability, he has not yet had his own exclusive magic pet. Unfortunately, he does not like it. All the magic beasts that he can see are...
He is so prestigious that no matter what he says, it is impossible for him to submit to a Behemoth priest.
"I've been waiting for all my strength to be restored. Don't you know that tearing apart space from the Whirlpool Continent to the Raging Flame Continent is a very mentally draining thing?" The evil-eyed tyrant in the sky grinned like a beast.
Ya's big mouth gave a silent smile: "I am already old and not suitable for being a demon pet. My mental strength is pretty good. It should be able to offset the famous soul singer's call of the wild."
This monster never said a word from beginning to end, and only communicated with everyone with its mental power. Prince Moore, who was riding on the pig-faced troll bat, shrank aside with a livid face, and kept talking.
He turned away from the corners of his eyes in shock, with a lewd look in his eyes. All the Moorish air force was already retreating at this moment, leaving only His Royal Highness and a dozen guards hanging around here with their heads hunched over.
"Have you regained your energy now?" Liu Zhencheng felt that the other party's words were strange.
"Enough." The evil-eyed tyrant blinked his one eye: "Do you know one thing, dear Mr. Beamon, I have been helping you secretly."
"Where to start?" Liu Zhanzhen sneered: "Is the guy who attacked me secretly also helped me?"
"Who says it isn't?" There was a commotion in the tentacles with eyeballs embedded on the evil-eyed tyrant's head: "Isn't it still your ring spirit? Your combat power has not decreased at all, but it has absorbed the blood of an extra super-level monster.
The magic element contained in it, you see, I also helped you control this six-winged balrog, and even accidentally killed two mages and a tide lord for you. I have such good intentions, and it is
I don’t want this six-winged balrog to be beaten to death by those fools in a group beating. The six-winged balrog that did not die in your hands cannot provide you with the opportunity to absorb magic power."
"What do you mean?" Liu Zhencheng glanced at the militiamen who happened to be around him, and then glared at the evil-eyed tyrant. The well-trained militiamen saw the boss's eyes and quickly formed a dense formation. Goode roared
Holding the barrels of their guns, they arranged the formation of the takin warriors. Several militia leaders were ready to load them with space rings at any time.
The six-winged Balrog flapped its fleshy wings, and flew stupidly in front of Liu Zhenhan, and landed. The flames on the Balrog's body had almost disappeared, revealing a mass of darkness like bamboo charcoal all over its body, ten meters high.
Not only does the outline of his body not have a strong feeling, but it makes people feel that he is quite thin, because the skin in many places is still covered with bones. The Balrog has six hands, four are short and two are long. It feels very deformed, and the longest one is
The opponent was about three meters long, with no fingers on it, and only an extra-long thorn-shaped leather tube growing out of the wrist. From time to time, clusters of sparks would appear from the acanthus eyes on the leather tube, which would extinguish in a flash.
"I gave this to you, absorb its magic power!"
The evil-eyed tyrant looked at Lao Liu as if he was asking for credit.
"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Liu Zhenzhen was full of suspicion, but he would not take advantage of it. Since the evil-eyed tyrant said so, Old Liu was not polite, he threw up a totem pole and released the Six-Winged Balrog.
After falling down, several sticks were swung at the throat of the Six-Winged Balrog. Liu Zhenzhen jumped up and used his mithril fist to smash the six-winged Balrog's neck bones, which were full of broken lines and cracks, to break other people's spines.
Old Liu has always been good at taking the lives of others.
The Six-Winged Balrog controlled by the Evil Eye Tyrant cooperated quite well with Lao Liu's movements and showed no resistance from the beginning to the end. Only at the moment when he was finally killed, there was a change in his eyes, but Lao Liu's heavy punch caused his eyeballs to change.
It dimmed quickly, and after absorbing the blood magic of the Balrog, Liu Zhenzhen's limbs were filled with new vitality.
The brilliant comet around Liu Zhenshao's neck disappeared and turned into a half-moon curved blade. The blood-red blade shone brightly, and the blade was covered with bright red ivy patterns, spinning around Liu Zhenshao's body.
Going back and forth, exuding strong elemental fluctuations.
"Finally a magister." He absorbed the blood elements of three super-level monsters in one day. Even a greedy man like Liu Zhencheng thought it was a bit too much. When he thought about it, it was actually given to him by the evil-eyed tyrant.
Lao Liu found it even more unbelievable that he was a super-level monster.
"What a pity! You haven't reached the level of a magister yet and have become a blood magister. First of all, you have two teaching shield balls. One is in the shape of the sun and the other is in the shape of the moon. You have only reached one of the standards and can only be regarded as
He's just a very good blood mage." The evil-eyed tyrant explained.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Ichijou, whose face was filled with tears, couldn't stand it anymore and said with a violent expression: "Rouqiu, I know you are very powerful! If you are really capable, come down and let's challenge each other!"
"What a grumpy demon pet." Evil Eyes grinned.
"Boss, this guy looks down on you." Ichijou looked back at Old Liu with a dumbfounded look.
Old Liu shook his shoulders and laughed wildly. Mithril's arm suddenly stretched forward, bursting out with a blush. The blush flashed, and on the lower side of the body of the evil-eyed tyrant in the sky, which was like a ball, there was a bud-shaped flesh slit similar to the butthole.
After a burst of contraction, a stream of light gray-white liquid was secreted and fell into the air.
A figure was wiped into the air very quickly, and there was even an afterimage left on the spot. People had already pounced on the gray-white liquid.
It's a pity that the Evil Eye Tyrant was faster. The one eye on one tentacle shot out a fiery red ray and rolled it towards the gray-white liquid that was spilled. It brought up a puff of smoke and evaporated all the gray-white liquid.
At the same time, the one-eyes on the four tentacles sprayed out four rays of different colors, crossing together in the air and sweeping toward the one that was swooping over.
No matter how fast Ichigo is, he can't move faster than the speed of light, so he can only watch the gray-white liquid evaporate. Of course, it is impossible for these four rays to hit him in the air because he is so flexible.
Tiao also has a strong sixth sense for prediction. As long as the flight trajectory changes, it is absolutely impossible for these four weird rays of different colors to hit him.