Chapter 238 Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?
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"Sure enough, it's a young man's ambition, worthy of the sun and the moon!" The old man Sengchio teased him with a gun and a stick, and gave a thumbs up. Unfortunately, the figure opposite was a completely thick line. He really thought that the old man was praising him, and he raised his head to the sky.
Laughing wildly and shamelessly to the extreme, Master Puskas was bored for a while.
"By the way, Sissi, this old man is a Saint. Let him recite some forbidden magic spells to you. Write these spells down. Haha, when the time comes, he will use them. Damn it!"
Liu Zhenzhen suddenly had an inspiration and waved violently at Sissi.
"It can't be that easy. Converting elemental power to each other is a very troublesome thing, and you have to change the spell into a melody and lyrics that conform to the rules of war songs. This requires countless years of research and exploration of the rules of element arrangement. Simply can
Reciting magic spells is not something that can be done casually. Not to mention that magic spells are difficult to pronounce and difficult to learn. Even if you really master them, when chanting magic spells without the corresponding magic power to support them, there will be backlash.
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Liu Zhenshao suddenly started sweating profusely, and the two fairy dragons immediately cast disdainful glances at him. Fortunately, he was still a Saint Qiao, and he actually forgot that magic power needs to be practiced step by step, instead of just learning one skill like Song Li.
A war song of different levels will provide an upgrade bonus to the basic singing power.
"Silly b!" the little parrot cursed proudly. Apparently, the little beast had been waiting for a long time and finally caught an opportunity that had been exploited several times.
"Has this little thing been detoxified?" Master Puskas raised his eyebrows and asked, pointing to the cocky little parrot.
"Old coffin~Old turtle~Old dusty~Old dead household~" the little parrot screamed strangely, not giving the old guy any face. The little nun Joan of Arc blushed and quickly bit a piece of candied haws and stuffed it into the little parrot.
Only then did the parrot calm down the angry scolding of this fearless little beast.
Master Puskas's face was already wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he looked dumbfounded at the little parrot, which chewed the hawthorn fruit with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and bang, and stared back at the Saint Chiao who was admired by everyone in the world without showing any signs of weakness.
Its gaze is like a giant dragon on the mountain overlooking the vicissitudes of the world.
"I want it~ I want it~" The little parrot licked its feathers and imitated an extremely ambiguous tone of voice and screamed at the little nun, turning the faces of all the women here into big red apples.
Joan felt her palms getting cold, and when she looked up, it turned out that unexpectedly, Guoguo jumped three feet high and snatched a whole bunch of candied haws from her hand, which made the little nun pouted in anger.
Stomping his feet.
Guoguo and the two twin blood babies didn't mind the dirt on the ground, so they lay on the ground. You and I licked each other happily. Guoguo grinned and was picked up by Ningyu by the ears. First, he picked up the dust.
They dusted themselves off and prepared to give each person a slap on the butt with a sullen face.
"Shao held up the candied haws" and tiptoed to deliver it to her mouth. No matter how much he restrained his face, which was as cold as ice, he could not help but reveal a smile of relief, and took a sweet bite of the filial piety sent by his son.
Apart from rewarding the fruit and enjoying it, it will naturally be nothing more.
The little parrot was so anxious that it flapped its wings but could not fly. It lay on the table and continued to curse. It changed the three grammars of Aegean Common, Behemoth Common and Northeastern dialect, and the Boolean b at the end popped out.
A word of language that no one understands.
"Your Majesty, let me check this little parrot. I'm not very sure whether I can check what poison is in it, but I think I can give it a try." Sissi looked at it a little strangely.
Looking at this little parrot, he was obviously wondering how this little thing could speak so many languages.
"Can I ask, which war song created by Master Platini do you use?" Helen asked in a very humble tone.
"This time I am not using the war song created by my ancestor Platini, but it is precisely because of the notes he left us that inspired our wisdom. Unfortunately, we do not have the skills created by our ancestor Platini.
Unparalleled talent and endowment. It took the entire family more than three hundred years to
It took time, collective efforts, and relays from generation to generation to finally develop this new type of war song--'Song of Water Rhythm on the Silk Road.'" Sissi took the initiative to explain before anyone asked, "This is not
It’s not the song of racial superpowers from our Behemoth Kingdom, but the song from the tower
The song of the racial superpowers of the Scorpion Man of the Skodi Tribe in the Kramago Desert. Near the Oxford Oasis where our family is located, there is a small tribe of Scorpion Man of the Skodi Tribe. After a long period of research, we finally succeeded.
He improved and mastered this self-created war song; Si
The scorpion people of the Gaudi tribe are the best at using poison in the entire Taklamago Desert. Like the snake people of the Seder'am tribe, each of them is an expert at using poison. By the way, Seder'a
The Mu snake people, if translated into our Behemoth language, should be called Rattleback Medusa."
"Your neighbors are a group of masters at playing with toxins. Aren't you and your tribe afraid?" Daisy and Ruorna asked curiously.
"It seems that the scorpion people of the Sigaodi clan are more afraid of us Qikeyin." Sissi may have felt a little confused herself. She pursed her lips and said with a guessing expression: "But we chicken people are reasonable.
It’s really strange to say that he is not a powerful Behemoth Warrior!”
"Then the Scorpion Man and the Snake Man, are they also Behemoths?" Liu Zhenshao asked with great interest: "I think they are land calculations, right? Snake Man and Scorpion Man, we have also had Behemoths in history."
"No." Sissi replied firmly and resolutely: "These desert Behemoths do not believe in the Campas God of War. They are divided by race and believe in their own evil gods, and they have never been heard to call themselves Behemoths. However,
At present, the most powerful people in the entire Taklamago Desert are humans. They ride tall camels, wave sharp scimitars with exquisite inscriptions, and classify all desert races as second-class citizens."
"Last year in the desert battles, our Behemoth warriors often fought with desert human bandits, and their weapons were cut off by the opponent's knife. Their scimitars were very sharp!" Elder Andulan couldn't help but praise: "It is definitely a treasured sword!"
"What's that? The axes we used in the past could even split people with the berserker's axes!" The elder's words immediately aroused the pride of the militiamen, and O'Pang's voice was especially loud.
"The humans in the desert can cut my sword in pieces. I kneel down and call him grandpa!" Fei Luo laughed wildly and unbridled. Everyone looked at him with disdain. This guy's black iron long sword is the longest and heavy one in the world.
It weighs more than 400 pounds, and the shortest one weighs 200 pounds. It has no cutting edge. This long knife with a weird arc is enough for humans to make coffin boards. How do you cut it?
"And my giant anchor." Figo sniffed his nose and said something even more contemptible.
"Yes! There are also my double swords!" Yi Jiao also joined in: "Haha, it's a three-handled wild goose feather long sword!"
"Don't mention it, humans seem to be the boss everywhere." Liu Zhenzhen said with a bitter smile: "It's like this in the Aegean Continent, it's like this in the Silk Continent, I didn't expect that it's still like this in the Taklamago Desert, I don't understand.
How can there be monkeys in the desert?"
"Human beings have the best adaptability and the most flexible brains. They can survive in any area and thrive best." Master Puskas laughed loudly: "Have you never heard of a poem about the time when we were looking for monkeys thousands of miles away!"
"If you have the guts, go to the bottom of the sea and try to live." Mo'er's words clearly had Avril Lavigne's accent, and the old man almost choked.
"Haha, old man, you finally admitted that you humans are the place where the Munk tribe evolved." Liu Zhenshao finally caught the old man's clue: "Back then, you were searching for crazy monkeys for thousands of miles? Haha, old man, you are so funny. Then let me ask you
, what does it mean when there are ten thousand households of monkeys in the dung soil?”
Puskas rubbed his chest desperately and turned a deaf ear. He knew that there was no point in continuing the debate on this matter.
"Although I don't know if the desert humans evolved from the Munk tribe, their ferocity is like the tail hook of a poisonous scorpion or the fangs of a rattlesnake!" Sissi's face turned pale, and her whole body was trembling violently: "These are the desert humans.
The robbers took away more than 400 fresh lives of my people! Their hearts are a hundred times and a thousand times more powerful than the poison prepared by Si Gaodi and Seder Am."
"You can avenge this revenge later." Liu Zhenzhen said with a smile: "Qianxi, I have been interrupting your words, could you please continue to introduce the function of 'Song of Silk Road Water Rhythm'? Or you
Can you help me quickly test what the toxins are in the parrot's body? Is it because the toxin was produced by a chemical reaction with some component in the body after eating some food by mistake, or was it someone's dirty hands?"
"Your Majesty, the 'Song of the Silk Road Water Rhythm' is adapted from the song 'Calvin's Rhythm of Insight' which is the racial power of the Scorpion people of the Sigaodi tribe. Although the Scorpion people are good at using poison, they do not have the ability to rattle the Medusa.
With such superb poison resistance, they themselves will be poisoned and die. And their racial ability 'Calvin's Rhythm of Insight' can detect toxicity through sound waves and analyze the arrangement and composition of toxins to provide solutions.
The name of a toxin in nature." Sissi added: "Well... this kind of war song is similar to the 'Song of Unknown Biological Identification' of our Behemoth priests." Although it is theoretically possible to report the name, if there is no real priest to see it in person
Having seen the characteristics of this unknown creature, the war song log has not been updated in a timely manner, so it is still impossible to obtain its main characteristics, and the same is true for 'Calvin's Insight Rhythm'..."
"Can you give me a demonstration?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed and asked kindly.
Sissi nodded, calmed down her excitement, and sang a string of dreamy tunes in a low voice, like the patter of light rain hitting the cannas, and like the spring silkworms chewing the mulberry leaves. Helen was beside her.
She studied attentively with her ears erect, and the short chant was quickly completed. Sissi shot a blood-red beam of light from her fingers, covering a yard in front and behind the little parrot, and the irrelevant people quickly retreated away.
The little parrot was horrified to find that he was isolated in a red air barrier, and immediately cursed.
The red light curtain was as clear as the starry sky at night, lingering around the little parrot's head, forming a funnel-shaped screen. Gradually, a nearly transparent parrot skeleton appeared on the light curtain, and the blood in the blood vessels
flowing blood, and vigorous
The little heart can be seen at a glance. A string of fluent and refreshing mainland Chinese characters and a mysterious molecular structure diagram quietly appear on the right side of the parrot's perspective. The blood-colored air barrier is matched with black pattern fonts, and red and black are perfectly intertwined.
Excellent color combination.
"Bloody Mary?" Sissi frowned and said "Eh": "This is a new species that cannot be deciphered by the 'Song of Silk Road Water Rhythm'? Is there a new type of toxin that the Scorpion Man of the Skodi Tribe cannot decipher yet?
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"Obisrachi!" Master Puskas blurted out from the side.