Standing in front of Liu Zhencheng were a group of Boer tauren carrying old oil-covered lamps and holding a crude crutch with one hand.
There are eight of these tauren. Their skin color is hazy with a bit of pale color, mixed with a bit of blue. The clothes on their bodies are old and worn, like tattered cotton wool, exposed bit by bit, and their waists are bent and rickety.
, the golden hair all over his body has turned into an indescribably weird gray-white color, fluttering freely and rhythmically.
The most bizarre thing is that through the bean-like light emitted by the lamps in their hands that are already covered with embroidery stains, the bodies of these tauren seem to be transparent. If you focus for a moment, your vision will change.
Faintly, there are things that exist and things that don't exist, passing by in the eyes and mind.
Liu's shocked eyes swept over them one by one. His eyes were like a newly bladed Viking heavy sword, with an unconcealed desire for destruction.
No wonder Elder Tang Jin has been trying his best not to meet with him. It turns out that he is afraid that Liu Zhencheng will meet the extreme alternative among these tauren----------------------"Soul
"Rover"!
The so-called "soul ranger" is actually a minotaur in undead form.
Regardless of any race, it is definitely not easy to become an undead creature. Human mages who specialize in undead magic must also go through a special ritual to create undead creatures. The dark magic of drow elves,
Although undead creatures can also be summoned from otherworldly planes, such undead creatures have a summoning time limit and are not as pure as the "Soul Ranger".
There is a saying in Behemoth called "Ox Ghost and Snake God". The meaning of "Ow Ghost" is that after the Boer tauren die abnormally, they will turn into ghosts for some unknown reasons---------
----------Using the common vocabulary of the Aegean continent, there is a chance to become an undead, and the "snake god" refers to Medusa. The snake people of the Medusa tribe have always been Campas, the god of war.
Beloved children, some of them will become servants of gods due to some unknown and weird reasons after their abnormal death.
Undead, a word that has countless connections with evil, is a taboo existence among any race in the Aegean continent. Even humans who are recognized as the most utilitarian are absolutely not allowed in their own social organizations.
The emergence of undead creatures, something that goes against nature.
This is of course no exception in Beamon's society.
Ten thousand years ago, the "Burning Legion" composed of undead creatures created by the demons left the Aegean Continent with traumatic and terrifying memories that will not be eliminated in another ten thousand years.
The chance that a minotaur will naturally form a "soul ranger" after an abnormal death, that is, the chance of becoming an undead minotaur is very, very low. Only minotaurs with a very high intelligence level will have the chance after an abnormal death.
The same goes for minotaurs who become undead, including Medusa who wants to become a servant of the gods.
"Soul Rangers", like all undead creatures, are immortal, and they can also completely retain all the memories of their previous lives. Only elemental power can be used to destroy them. Physical attacks are completely invulnerable to them.
Immune.
All the Tauren "Soul Rangers", their greatest ability, and also their only ability, is to be able to use a weird elemental power----------"Ancestor"
The resurrection aura exuded by "Soul Ranger" transforms a dead tauren warrior into an undead creature such as a zombie warrior or skeleton warrior that has no feelings or thoughts and only knows how to obey the command of the "Soul Ranger".
It should be stated here that this power of resurrecting the halo is not the power of the war song of the Behemoth sacrifice. To become a "soul wanderer", you do not need to be a tauren sacrifice. By chance, a tauren beggar can also become a "soul wanderer".
"Soul Ranger".
This kind of undead tauren warrior created by the "Soul Ranger" is almost a replica of the unique skills of a human undead magician, except that the "Soul Ranger" is simpler and more convenient than the undead magician.
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Turning a dead warrior into an undead creature is absolutely an intolerable shame for any race, especially for the honest and upright Boer Minotaurs.
Regarding the "Soul Ranger" of the Boer tribe that was created in an accident, Beamon's attitude is the same as when humans face the evil necromancer. That is to eliminate it, and to eliminate it completely! From the "Soul Ranger" in Boer
Since the first day the clan was born, this system has never changed in the Behemoth Kingdom.
Liu was shocked and had rows of goosebumps all over his body, and even his beard stood straight as if it had been electrified.
Unexpectedly, in the bright world, I, Liu Daguan, also encountered a ghost! Old Liu roared in his heart, "Bibi" and snapped his fingers. Immediately, there was a series of sounds of weapons being unsheathed, and the well-trained militiamen
They surrounded the eight soul wanderers. A white light kept swimming on Nedved's belt, from his body to the arrow tip and bow body. The cold white light wandered up and down, and the sharp arrowhead
It almost hit the head of "Soul Ranger".
These "soul patrollers" still bowed their waists respectfully, ignoring the lights and shadows of swords and swords around them.
"Sir, I have something to say." Elder Tang Jin shook his body and stood in front of Liu Zhencheng. A takin warrior saw that he was shaking slightly and was a little unsteady, so he stepped forward to help him, but was
The elder shook it off hard.
"Say." Liu Zhenshao stared at Elder Tang Jin with a solemn expression.
"Our Black Rhinoceros tribe has thrived and survived to this day. We are only 7,000 strong. We are divided into seven large camps and patrol around the Raging Flame Continent to protect the safety of our benefactor, the cave dwellers." Elder Tang Jin paused.
He continued: "And who are our opponents? They are two kinds of evil elves with a regular army of two to three hundred thousand. If it is a small-scale robbery in peacetime, our takin warriors are confident that they can solve it. However, every year at the peak of
How can we prevent large-scale plunder in the future with just a few thousand tauren? How can we resist it?"
"This question has always been in my mind. To be honest, both Drow and Moore have air assault power. If it weren't for the advantage of the terrain, even if all you old, weak, women and children join the battle, they wouldn't be able to resist it.
..." As Liu Zhencheng spoke, he suddenly stopped talking and just turned his face to look at these soul wanderers carefully.
"Every year there will be a large-scale battle between the blood elves and the dark elves, so there will be a large-scale robbery every year. We tauren have a total of seven large camps. Every time we face such a large-scale robbery, even if
It is a shrinking defense, and seven camps are absolutely unstoppable, so every year we shrink two camps together, relying on the valley where the Typhon giants live, to form four main bases, four in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the Raging Flame Continent.
direction, and jointly resist foreign aggression." Elder Tang Jin said hurriedly.
"Seven tauren camps form four main bases? That means that the tauren in one camp are fighting alone." Liu Zhenzhen said: "This main base fighting alone is probably the tauren led by you, Elder Tang Jin.
Are you in the camp? Then these soul rangers will bring their zombie warriors and skeleton warriors to help you, right?"
"We are the most courageous and skilled tribe among the seven camps, and the most dangerous battles certainly belong to us!" Elder Tang Jin nodded hard: "But without the help of the Soul Rangers, we..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The two Bier clan scepter priests snorted and interrupted the elder: "No matter what you say, you can't hide the fact that it is absolutely impossible for the evil undead to help Chengxin help you fight! They are sure
They have evil demands! The best way to deal with them is to destroy them immediately!"
"Two adults!" The tauren elder said with beads of sweat on his forehead: "I admit that the Soul Rangers have always had a request, but this request cannot be said to be evil. They just want to be recognized by the tribe, not
Disregarded. I can tell you two adults clearly that we, the seven elders of the Tauren tribe, have completely different opinions on this issue. Some of the elders have the same idea as you two. But as far as I am concerned,
Although the "Soul Rangers" are undead that everyone fears, they are also tauren after all! We have been underground for so many years, and without the help of these Soul Rangers, it is absolutely impossible to successfully defend those more and more people.
Bandits and robbers.”
"You are talking nonsense!" The two scepter priests almost jumped up: "Desecrating the body of the dead warrior, you are an elder! You can actually admit this kind of practice! As a priest, we will never tolerate it!"
"Then what can we do? We can't destroy the undead that are immune to physical attacks!" Elder Tang Jin's wrinkled eyes suddenly flashed with a light of contempt, and he simply spread his hands with a helpless expression.
His answer was very cunning like a peasant. Undead tauren are completely immune to physical attacks. Takin warriors alone cannot eliminate them. As for whether he wants to eliminate these soul patrollers in his heart, the answer has been revealed. As an experience
Elder Tang Jin, the tribal elder who is rich and in charge of passing on the history to the next generation, also saw that despite the tense atmosphere all around, in fact, if there were no elemental attacks, these soul patrollers would not be in any danger at all.
The two scepter priests almost fainted from anger. The Behemoth priest had the best way to restrain this kind of "soul ranger". To deal with the soul ranger that appeared completely in the form of a soul, he used the "Song of Sacrifice"
Destroying them is the best way. The soul without the protection of the body is the best fuel for the fire of sacrifice. This is clean and thorough.
But the problem is that the sacrificial song is a war song for the level of the Great Shaman of Wei'an or above. He is not a senior Great Shaman of Wei'an, and he does not have the strength to summon the fire of the altar. Of course, the two scepter priests do not have this strength.
Not to mention offering sacrifices in white robes with star collars, that is, war sacrifices.
The eyes of the tauren elder are really poisonous.
All the underground rangers disappeared into the air at this moment. They had entered a state of nothingness. The form of their souls could be solidified or void. Once they entered the state of nothingness, even the two scepter priests could
When I summon my own magic pet, the target is gone.
Liu Zhenzhen sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, a cluster of light cyan altar fire flew out from his fingers, landed at his feet and burned silently, as if there was a spiritual sacrificial fire, hissing at him.
They leaned hard to the right, as if there was something attracting them.
Elder Tang Jin's expression changed drastically. No matter how ignorant Behemoth was, he would not know what the fire of the altar was.
The two scepter priests were also stunned. They knew that Priest Richard had the ability to use the song of sacrifice, but they did not expect that the young star-robed priest had also realized the ability to control the halo alone.
Liu Zhenzhen himself also made a mistake unconsciously. When he woke up and realized that he could also use the single-control halo, he wanted to try it again, but his mind was at a loss. He had no idea how to successfully control it just now.
My impression is that the singing power in my body is completely gone.
"I have the Eye of Truth, no one can leave." Mo'er gave a sharp scolding to the dark place on the right, and arcs of lightning appeared on her long and delicate fingers, and Nedved could not even pull away.
After picking up the bowstring, the giant anchor of the whale warrior Fei Gao was covered with strings of flaming red. The palms of the two sea masters also began to condense their respective elemental powers, and they all looked at Mo'er.
More than a dozen Soul Rangers have all transformed from the state of nothingness to the state of solidification. In front of the butterfly tribe with the "eye of truth", any invisibility method is ineffective.
All it takes for Liu Zhencheng to make up his mind is that all the dozen soul wanderers in front of him will be reduced to ashes in an instant.
All the soul cruisers raised their heads calmly and looked at Liu Zhenshao quietly with their eyes that had experienced vicissitudes of life.
"Sir, I think your view of the Soul Rangers is completely wrong!" Xiao Cui strode to stand in front of Liu Zhenhan.
"Drow! Stand aside! I know that the dark magic of your dark elves can also summon undead creatures! You have no say!" said the Kaola bear priest Deshang angrily.
"This is true. If the Soul Ranger was born in our country of dark elves, he would definitely be able to replace the soul spider and become the servant of God! The dark elves can only make spirit-bound corpses at the level of the mistress, and the soul ranger,
An "ancestral soul" can summon an undead warrior, although the zombie warrior is not as powerful as the dark elf's spirit-bound corpse." Although Xiao Cui was not at all bothered by the rough tone of Pier's sacrifice, Handsome Cat was not satisfied with the torture.
The priest pulled the bear and let out a deep growl in protest.
"Just admit it!" The Kaola Bear Priest snorted coldly.
"Sir! Can't the undead be kind-hearted? Each of these soul rangers was once the most kind and upright tauren warrior!" The dark elf's purple eyes turned from the face of Priest Pier, full of tears.
Liu Zhenshao looked at Liu Zhensha unwillingly: "Does the undead have to be evil?"
"You are making excuses! Drow! In our eyes, these "Soul Rangers" are a symbol of disaster. They shamelessly use the proud bodies of warriors! Wherever they go, the earth will be desolate, terrible things
It will happen! They are destined to be abandoned! They will only bring bad luck, and they are only worthy of being friends with the carrion and skeletons of the goblins!" Raccoon Priest Flamel said loudly.
"I don't think you are right!" The drow elf's throat said louder than the priest Pier: "Sir! Do you know that the battle between the blood elves and the dark elves is just a game to them?
It’s just a game to pass the lonely time underground! All the lower races are just pawns in their game! And the price is the lives of these lower races! In order to protect their benefactors, the Tauren tribe has lost many lives over the past thousand years.
Tens of thousands of brave warriors, facing two kinds of fallen elves with magical attack methods and dozens of times more ferocious opponents. Without the help of these brave "soul rangers", how could the Black Rhino tribe alone accomplish this task?
A task?”
The two scepter priests fell silent immediately.
"In fact, we tauren have always kept a distance from the "Soul Rangers" internally, but they come to help us every year, and even sacrifice their last soul life. After all, the two fallen elves are not easy to mess with, and the disappearing souls are
Unable to return to the arms of the God of War Campas, without the arrival of you priests, perhaps I would never have said these words, but today, I absolutely have to admit that without the Soul Rangers, perhaps the Black Rhinoceros
The tribe died out hundreds of years ago!" The Tauren elder puffed up his chest, looked at the several priests very seriously and said, "No matter what the other six tribes think, the tribe led by me, Tang Jin,
From today on, I admit that the "Soul Ranger" will always be a member of our Tauren!"
"You..." The two Priests Pier were held back for a moment, and their angry mood could be seen from their angry expressions.
"The "Soul Rangers" used the fallen takin warriors to replace the unnecessary casualties that we would definitely have. Doesn't it prove their noble moral character and sentiment? Why do we insist on holding on to the identity of their undead? Meidu
The Servant of the Gods of the Medusa clan is actually just a shriveled mummy, and it is just invulnerable! Why can the Medusa clan be called the Servants of the Gods, but our Soul Rangers must be outcasts! Aren’t we all?
Is it an undead creature?" Elder Tang Jin's eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily from his nostrils, showing a typical bull-tempered attitude.
Elder Tang Jin's words made the two scepter priests really embarrassed and annoyed.
In fact, to put it bluntly, the so-called Servants of Medusa are indeed the same as the Boer Soul Rangers. They are both undead creatures. One is a dry corpse and the other is a ghost. There are two more in the main temple of Shabak now.
The intact Servants of Medusa, these two Servants were left over from a long time ago and have experienced several world wars. Unlike the "Soul Rangers", the Servants of Medusa can only
Retaining a few memories of their previous lives, they belong to the temple's anti-rape unit ----------- the Inquisition. They are only loyal to the red high priest of each term and the god of war Campas. As long as they deal with evil
When the execution and arrest of the priests is in doubt, these two copper-skinned and iron-clad Medusa servants with super high magic resistance will be invited to take action.
If such a taboo was violated, the scepter priests could only talk about it privately. It was definitely not the turn of Elder Beamon, a lower-level race, to question it. The faces of the two scepter priests were stern, and they were about to explode when they were stopped by Liu Zhenzhen.
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"For a thousand years, your Black Rhinoceros tribe has been wandering alone in this world forgotten by time without the help of sacrifices. The "Soul Rangers" have contributed a lot. Since we are sacrifices, after learning the truth, of course
You have to follow the good deeds." Liu Zhancheng waved his hand to the surrounding warriors to put away their weapons and showed a smile: "Xiao Cui is right. Who said that the undead cannot be kind? The starting point is good, so we should give up treating them.
A natural repulsion.”
"Especially at a time like this!" Liu Zhencheng emphasized his tone: "Now that we are about to face the enemy, why are you talking so much?"
"Richard, isn't this appropriate? What if Mr. Mourinho comes..." The two scepter priests looked at Liu Zhenshao worriedly.
"The underground world is different from the surface. You can get the Southern Cross Medal for your merits here. All the rules no longer apply here." Liu Zhenzhan motioned to the two scepter priests to stop talking.
"Thank you." A voice sounded in Liu Zhenzhen's heart. This voice was old and tired.
Liu Zhencheng looked at the Soul Ranger in front of him who raised his head and looked at him, and felt a little pain in his heart.
These undead tauren are usually unable to be accepted by the tribe and wander alone in the desolate land. They still adhere to their obligations as tauren, which itself represents how clear and clean their hearts are.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Liu Zhenzhen bowed deeply and expressed his deep admiration to these soul wanderers.
"It is said that you will be in bad luck if you stay with them! They were cursed by Benshabara, the goddess of misfortune, Richard! Look, as soon as we met them, we were immediately attacked by prehistoric giant fleas. You
You have to think about it carefully!" The two scepter priests still felt that they couldn't turn this corner: "How about you let them go to support other camps, we have joined here, and they don't need their help."
"Misfortune?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed dumbly: "I have the beast of misfortune, so why should I be afraid of a few more undead souls of misfortune?"
"That's up to you." The two scepter priests said helplessly: "Aren't there three other camps? You can ask Ichijo to send us there for reinforcements. We don't want to stay with the undead."
"That's okay. Mr. Mourinho just came back. There are exactly four camps, one for each camp." Liu Zhenhan nodded and said to Zhuoer beside him: "Xiao Cui, how about you lead the way?"
"The Valley of Fire we are guarding has the worst terrain. Why do we have to send two priests away? There are two thousand takin guards in the other three camps, and the terrain is also advantageous. There must be no problem. Every year we have
It's the focus of the attack!" The dark elf was a little emotional.
"Forget it, let's stay here." The two scepter priests shook their heads violently: "It's not enough to just send us two there, and our followers can't send it there either. This Raging Flame Continent is so big.
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At this time, Liu Zhenzhen saw a large number of takin warriors holding up metal totem poles gradually emerging from the darkness in the distance. These takin warriors were all shriveled zombies with slow steps. Only the kind of takin left on their once tall and strong bodies was
The extremely dry Servant Fengchen had a large number of horrific wounds all over their bodies. In some places, blackened bone stubble was even exposed; there were even a few that were completely skeletons, with deep orbital bones woven with
Fragmented spider webs provoked bursts of screams from girls all around.
"How many warriors can one Soul Ranger resurrect?" Liu Zhenzhen asked.
The Soul Ranger opposite turned over his palms, both front and back.
"Eight Soul Rangers, wouldn't there be eighty zombie warriors here?" Liu Zhenzhen blinked a few times: "Eighty warriors who are not afraid of pain and death at all."
"If he dies, he will bear the brunt of it first!" Goode said.
"Boolean!" O'Neal said.
"Actually, it's not that difficult to deal with." Fei Luo wiped his huge long nose: "Just cut it into two pieces at once."
"Get on the road!" Liu Zhenzhen's eyes were darting around again, and he didn't know what bad idea he had.
After encountering the Soul Rangers, maybe everyone was holding back different thoughts, so they were silent along the way. Only Liu Zhencheng kept talking to these "Soul Rangers", and the soul form could only communicate with the mind.
He couldn't use the language, so only Lao Liu sang a one-man show, and others couldn't understand which language his lines were in.
Although ordinary tauren do not reject these soul wanderers, they have absolutely no intention of accepting them. The two are obviously divided into a parallel line with strict barriers. After all, no one wants to have their bodies completely unconsciously destroyed after death.
Commanded and turned into a walking zombie.
After all, this traditional gap between the undead and the undead cannot be eliminated.
After passing through this underground desert, the simmering fiery red halo of the Valley of Fire is clearly visible on the horizon. A large underground river meanders forward joyfully. This is a large river two hundred yards wide and majestic.
礴, leading Liu Zhenzhen and his party forward.
Strange to say, I don't know if it was because I really encountered the "Soul Ranger" cursed by Benshabara, the goddess of misfortune. Along the way, I did encounter a lot of sneak attacks by magical beasts, and also encountered a new world.
The poisonous moss that grows can emit smoke-like spore clouds, which are not poisonous to death. However, if you get it, it will be itchy and painful, just like a spicy caterpillar rolling across your skin. Fortunately, Behemoth is anti-toxic.
His abilities are exaggerated, and he will be knocked down if he steps on them.
Later, we actually encountered a group of Dreadclaw monsters, which almost caused some trouble. According to the elders, these iron-shelled monsters usually only hang out in underground lava caves and shaft ladders. I don’t know how they got into it. They were so dead.
Immortal has emerged on the surface of the Raging Flame Continent.
It is a very unfortunate thing to fight against a group of Behemoth warriors with priests, especially when there are magicians and nuns at the level of Mother Teresa assisting you.
These Terrorclaw monsters may not even understand until their death why a big man has such good eyes.
In the underwater world, the darkness may be even more severe than underground. Feigao's eyesight is very suitable for this underground world.
Just walking all the way without much delay, it made Gerien's belly a little more saturated.
Two days later, when a large group of people arrived at the edge of the Flame Valley, before they had time to see what the valley looked like surrounded by hundreds of underground suns, they saw the large river flowing through the valley on the right horizon.
, thousands of mermaids were fighting passionately with a dozen giants of various heights and shorts on the shore.
The entrance to the valley is on the right.
The giant with blazing flames all over his body transformed into flaming meteorites from his hands, and kept smashing them into the river, causing huge waves. The mermaid in the river was not to be outdone, and spouted streams of water from his mouth.
The arrow soared towards the tall giant, water vapor and flames splashed everywhere, and the light was dense.
There is no doubt that these giants covered in flames are the giants Typhon who are the friends mentioned by the Tauren elders.
However, these hellfires seem to have been bullied by the mermaids enough, and they seem to be losing ground.
"Kuo-Tao mermaids?" The tauren elder looked at the battle in the distance with surprise and anger: "How could these Kuo-Tao mermaids find trouble with us?"
"There are also mermaids underground? Weier, are these the ones that your sea tribe exiled here ten thousand years ago?" Liu Zhencheng looked at Mo'er happily.
"How is that possible?" Mo'er blinked her beautiful big eyes: "Where did the mermaid come from under the ground?"
"This is a very ugly mermaid. They usually don't deal with anyone. They are proud and selfish. They are very difficult to deal with. Their water magic is the most harmful to the Typhon giant! Let's help quickly!" The Tauren elder hurriedly greeted him.
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"Is this also called water magic?" Mo'er sneered and pointed her little finger at Feigao and Gerien: "Go and show them, don't lose the prestige of our sea clan!"
"And us!" O'Neill laughed loudly and drew out his fake magic ax: "The Feileng Cui amphibious militia, the most heroic warriors under the great Lord Richard, the hippo poet came to visit the underground aquatic tribe!"
"The second bravest." Fei Luo corrected Hippo's statement.
"Third." Pan Shuai wiped his dark circles coolly: "Also, don't forget, pandas can also swim."
"Obisraqi!" Liu Zhenzhen scolded angrily, and his violent, rude and dirty side was immediately revealed: "The mountains are not high, as long as there are dragons, they are spiritual; the water is not deep, as long as there are hippopotamuses; the mermaids are not ugly, as long as there are holes!
What are you waiting for? Go up here and fuck these sons of bitches hard..."
"Is the mermaid here?" Old Liu turned around and asked the elder.
"Kou Tao, Kuo Tao mermaid." Elder Tang Jin looked at the guys who suddenly became murderous at this moment, and immediately felt severe cramps in his feet. He originally thought that they were crazy enough when they slaughtered the Dreadclaw monster, but now they just
You know, that's a very tender and affectionate way of playing.
Before the boss could add anything, the militiamen had already pounced on them. The sound of twenty giant Newtonian birds piercing the air kept "squeaking", and the two scepter priests also rushed over with their followers, leaving nothing behind.
The next group of tauren stood there in a daze.
"Sometimes I also think, if there is really peace in the world, I will not be able to survive." Liu Zhencheng patted the drow next to him, who was in a brief trance.
"Only a world of cruel fighting is a man's world." Liu Zhenzhen summoned the Pegasus, kicked the Nazgul Knight back to the barrier, and drew out the ancient fire gun with his backhand.
"I love this kind of world." Old Liu put on his sunglasses and said with infinite pride.
In fact, I just finished writing it at twelve o'clock. This is not a revision, but it is 50 minutes late.
Maybe someone is talking about the eunuch again, right?
Who did UU ask me to advertise for?
By the way, I would like to recommend a good book, "The Magic Needle for Healing", written by a fellow countryman of mine, a very popular writer in Taiwan. (To be continued)