One hundred and sixtieth IX nothing to be courteous
"But..." Prince Moore wanted to continue, but Liu Zhenzhen 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 to speak. After thinking about it, he decided to stop and muttered vaguely: "... The devil
The guide's "Comet Shield" is 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 killed two magicians and a blood baby in this battle, so I have to
Quickly deal with the beginning and end, and say hello to the tyrant, 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 you want to kill a giant dragon,
You also have to pay a big price, but it's a pity that you are a half-wit and 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, and concentrated on the blood wave garland belonging to the Tide Lord Gerion wrapped around Mithril's arm, and wrapped it around his neck.
The "comet shield" on the body 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 ring looked more like the Milky Way. Wearing it
With this "comet shield", Lao Liu felt like he was armed with the deep starry sky.
"No way! This is the blood of a super-level monster!" Liu Zhancheng's eyes widened and he smacked his mouth. 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 amazing
This is not an ordinary Boolean B. How many magicians have been stuck in the bottleneck of high-level magicians all their lives, unable to rise to the level of wizard. But Lao Liu's good luck has obviously come to an end. They are also super-level monsters, and Lao Liu has absorbed the Tide Lord.
Grain's blood magic power can't even reach the level of a mage to a magister. Why doesn't this shock the magic upstart and make him jaw-dropping-----------------blood
When drawing blood for the first three times at the beginning of the magic system, there is also a first night bonus. Compared with the subsequent blood drawing effects, the effect of these three draws is not even a little bit more powerful. The ancient bronze blood magic book in the royal collection has the most direct
It should be noted that the first three foundation-layings are the pillars of a bloodline mage's future achievements. He can't survive even though he occupies so much advantage, and Lao Liu can't help but strongly denounce the threshold for a mage to advance to a magister. It's really too high.
"Regardless of fallen magic or main magic, the leap to each level 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 shocked 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 look on his face. The Evil-Eyed Tyrant was saying something, 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.
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"Pavel!" Liu Zhenshao waved to the centaur archer Nedved, and the divine arrow Zheqin took the huge toad and walked to the boss's side.
"Smear the bath water I sealed in the glass bottle with the feather arrow, are you sure to hit the meat ball above our heads?" Liu Zhanchen lowered his head and asked Nedved in a low voice.
"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......"
"...Hey...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 got goosebumps. This guy
His back was covered with dense blistering 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 Zhenshao 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...glaring
What am I doing... It’s not that I doubt your ability, I believe you if you shoot it to death, but how can you capture it alive? And make it so obedient? I’ve been wanting to ask you this damn thing just now, come with me
Talk about it."
"I used the secret skill of our Haos 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 it. 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.
, passing on from son to son but not from daughter-in-law, after experiencing several world wars, this ancient skill has become increasingly 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? Then use the "secret language of training" to communicate with these horses and gain absolute trust in each other ----------- This is very similar to the ritual summoning of magic pets.
It's just that the success rate of the House clan's "Secret Language of Training" is 100%, which is much better than the "Song of Psychics" of the Sacrifice.
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 the violent wargs and became mounts.
The short Behemoth wouldn't dare, so the best beasts to work with are horses with a gentle temper. The wild boar mounts ridden by the Pyg tribe cavalry 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 still very popular in the human world. The good horses selected by the House clan using "Equestrian Skills" can only be raised if they are raised.
The proper size can reach half a ton------------- This is almost as strong as a small elephant. It is absolutely beautiful to be used as a mount for heavy cavalry.
In the entire Aegean continent, except for Haus Beamon, who is proficient in "equestrian skills", no one can breed such excellent war horses.
"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, and everyone stared at the three-legged golden toad. The cleaning of the battlefield had been completed, and everyone quietly packed their bags and were ready to slide their feet at any time. If there is something interesting to see,
, they all coaxed over.
"It is not only a good horse, but 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 the boss and brothers
One of the best "Secret Words" in the "Equestrian Horsemanship" of our family -------------- "癃～Mourning～Page～日～Sha～Ru～Lei～Cha"
, this is the golden secret language used to tame a real thousand-mile horse!"
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 your Hao clan dialect! I can't hear it.
Understand what this means!”
{PS: "The sun is booming, and the hooves are like tired songs." This sentence is the physical characteristics of a thousand-mile horse noted in the "Xiangma Jing" written by Bole, the ancient Chinese horse 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 Chollima, but he found a toad at home, because the appearance of the toad was exactly the same as the characteristics of the Chollima that his father Bole said--this is the origin of the idiom "find the horse according to the picture".
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"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 chanting a bard praising the God of War.
"A big head, bulging eyes, and hooves like distiller's yeast?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed so much 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 of the three-legged golden toad.
If it can be ridden by others, then according to this logic, it is called 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 that mean it is 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 the blood of Chollima running deep in their blood and soul can they 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 "horsemanship" 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 was related to the honor and dignity of the House clan, O'Neill had no choice but to question the authority of the lord. What he said was 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. Now I officially canonize Pavel Nedved with the title of "Knight of Soji" of the Jade Army.
"When Old Liu saw that national issues were involved, he quickly restrained himself. After all, he was a temple priest, so this seemed superfluous. What's wrong with riding a wandering toad? Nedved was riding a tadpole.
, he is also his own archer bodyguard.
"The Knight of 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.
"What a joke! Take a look in the mirror, you and this 'thousand mile horse' look like brothers, 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! Then I can pretend to be a toad from 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 the "Qianlima". Seeing that the three-legged golden toad did not respond, Guoguo stretched out her finger and poked one of the golden toad's webbed feet as thick as a stone mound.
"Qianlima" croaked twice. He lowered his head and stared for a long time but couldn't find where Guoguo was. When Guoguo continued to stretch out his little paw to poke it, the three-legged golden toad finally caught the moving shadow.
Like an elephant, he stuck out his tongue and licked the little thing's face. Guoguo was so frightened that he immediately hid in Liu Zhenhan's arms, buried his head and wiped his saliva for a while, and then secretly looked at the huge toad with his thief 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 suspended in the sky. Then suddenly everyone noticed that each other's movements were so consistent that they almost didn't need to ask.
What, 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 with "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? Fight but not hit, leave but don't leave, do you want to step in the door for me?" Liu Zhancheng yawned, pretending to be relaxed and said to the tentacle-shaped meat ball in the air: "
It just so happens that I still need a magic 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 Big Bull B. The evil-eyed tyrant wanted to control a soul singer who had the right to sing souls, but that was not the case.
It's so simple, it's best not to do anything embarrassing. The "born soul singer"'s summoning of magic pets is said to have a success rate of up to 50%, which means that the "natural soul singer"'s battle song for summoning pets has magic.
The mandatory attributes such as blessings really made Lao Liu anxious. If he threw a "Psychic War Song" at him, both sides would definitely fight, but if the summoning was successful, everyone's face would be ugly -----
-------- It has to be said that Lao Liu is now 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 still does not have his own exclusive magic pet until now. It is so bad that he can't get out of it.
No, the magical beasts he could see were all prestigious, and there was no way they would submit to a Behemoth priest.
"I have been waiting for all my strength to be restored. Don't you know that tearing apart the space and coming 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'm too old to be a demon pet. My mental strength is pretty good. I 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.
With a look of shock from the corner of his eye and a lewd look, all the Moorish air force was 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?" The tentacles with eyeballs embedded in the Evil Eye Tyrant's head started to commotion: "Isn't it still your Ring Spirit now? Your fighting 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 for you, I accidentally killed two mages and a tide lord. 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 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
While using the barrels of their guns to organize the formations 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 feel strong, 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 Old Liu as if he was claiming credit.
"It's better to be respectful than to obey." Liu Zhenzhen was full of doubts, but he didn't take advantage of it. Since the evil-eyed tyrant said so, Old Liu was not polite, picked up a totem pole and released the Six-Winged Balrog.
After falling down, several sticks were thrown 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 the neck bones of others.
Lao Liu has always been good at killing an opponent's spine.
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 magister level yet and become a blood magister. First of all, you will have two magic 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. You can only
He is just a very good blood mage." The Evil Eye 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." The evil-eyed tyrant 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, four rays of different colors were sprayed out from the single eyes on the four tentacles, 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.
However, one of them still received a ray. (To be continued)