The Northeastern Temple sent only five priests this time. Liu Zhenzhen was definitely not going to complete the competition. The scepter priest Flamel was just a formality. In fact, there were only three people actually participating in the competition. One was Mo'er.
One is Lord Zidan's disciple Demichelis. Demichelis is still a young model-----------At one hundred and fifty years old, for a turtle man, he is indeed young.
Like the morning dew, the last priest is a young and short Orphan, who seems to be dragging his nose. He is an unknown apprentice of the soul priest in the Northeast Temple, and he has actually obtained the same priest title as his mentor.
, can be called an outstanding talent.
The Oleven tribe is not all strong and huge men. This Orephen priest comes from the smallest elephant tribe - Miss Elephant. He is 1.3 meters tall and stands taller than his brothers.
In front of the mammoth strongman Rodman, he was like a small grass growing beside the hut, and his weight may not have reached the weight of Fat Luo's arms.
This young Orphan priest has a sensational name, his name is Marx.
Liu Zhenzhen's back cramped when he heard the name.
According to traditional etiquette, the priests of each system must gather together for a week to praise the officials. The so-called "praise of officials" actually means to see the senior priests during the parade. This also creates an atmosphere for the young priests participating in the competition.
In an atmosphere of a hundredfold confidence, seeing the king and the pope waving to him, no matter how cowardly the Behemoth priest is, he will burst into blood.
The extremely small priest lineup of the Northeast Temple patrolled the arena for a week, waving to the audience in the surrounding stands, but it aroused a lot of good-natured laughter. Except for the flag bearer Liu Zhanshao and the beautiful snake mentor,
Among the four participating priests, the youngest one is too short. Mo'er is only about 1.6 meters tall. She is petite and exquisite, but is more than a head taller than the other three priests, not to mention Liu Zhenshao, the Divine Comedy Shaman.
On his shoulders were two frosty snow mounds and a doll. He looked more like a father taking his son on a street shopping to buy snacks than a priest preparing to attend a grand ceremony.
This kind of scene was even seen by a large number of Northeastern priests and Feilengcui people who were watching the ceremony in the Northeastern Province box, and they also felt a little heroic.
After the game started, the situation was completely different.
After the gong sounded for the start of the game, Liu Zhenshao "teleported" back to the box within two minutes. Liu Zhenshaan quickly mastered the "shrinking to an inch" function of the "Roaring Fury Necklace".
Instructor Cui Beiqian had just come back to take a drink of water. Seeing Richard coming back so quickly, Instructor Beauty Snake almost spat out a mouthful of water.
"You eliminated your opponent so quickly? Don't you know how to save some face for others?" The beautiful snake instructor smiled.
The loud voice of the concierge outside also shook the eardrums of everyone in the box with the help of the wind amplification array: "Richard, the war priest from the Witherspoon Temple in the Northeast Province, was the first to be eliminated.
Out!"
"Eliminated?" All the voices were heard in disbelief.
"How is that possible!" The beautiful snake instructor wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, disbelief written all over her beautiful face.
"I abstained from voting." Liu Zhenzhen put the three princes in his arms on the seats and shrugged.
"I guess your opponent must be a girl, and she must be very handsome, and she is also wearing revealing clothes, and she even stuffed a note for you." O'Neal viciously speculated on the boss's thoughts, earning a slap from the landlady Helen.
"Forget it." Liu Zhancheng himself found it a bit funny. His opponent in the group was a young priest from the military. What a coincidence, this young man actually had a relationship with Liu Zhenhan once --- ----------When the Prince of the Far East was rescued in the Black Crystal Canyon last year, the young man named Rooney was still an apprentice of wind whisperers. He had met Liu Zhenshaan once. Unexpectedly, it was already the same this year. A soul was sacrificed.
"Why don't you fight him? This is a demon pet competition. Boss, you have no reason to be afraid of him. Could it be that his demon pet is the evil-eyed tyrant?" Fei Luo was greatly disappointed and used his eldest young master Guo Guo to fight all over the Northeast. With the golden sign of invincibility and two twin princes, even if you encounter a giant dragon, you have to break your teeth first.
"This young man Rooney is very persistent. Although he knows how good I am, he is still unwilling to give up the game. Why harm the enthusiasm of a young priest? Although young people have to endure some hardships to grow up, appropriate praise is still needed. I If he is eliminated, he will have to wait another year." Liu Zhenzhen sighed old-fashionedly: "Anyway, I don't expect to get the first place, I will be eliminated directly."
"I think you did a good job, Richard." The beautiful snake instructor was stunned for a moment and smiled at Liu Zhensha.
"Stop flattering me, dear mentor." Liu Zhencheng scratched the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You should feel sad that a scum like me was born in the genius department. I was eliminated in just one game."
"You should think about how to explain it to the Pope." There was a complicated meaning in the smile of the beautiful snake instructor.
"Explain? Do you need it? Don't you need it?" Liu Zhenzhen sneered.
"Holy shit! Oh my god! Come and see Mo'er!" Nedved and Xiao Cui sat on the steps, pointing to the south direction of the competition ground, attracting everyone's attention.
"What?" All the priests in the Northeast Temple exclaimed, including the beautiful snake instructor, who almost fainted when they first saw it.
This Lord Richard's apprentice, a little wind-whispering priest, is using a chain of lightning to chase his opponent. This lightning is first covered in a net, and then breaks nine times. The priests of the Northeast Temple are almost A little bit, I thought it was "The Last Elegy"----"Nebula Chain Lightning"!
The collective screams from around the stands obviously confirmed the same worry---the sacrifice competition is also life-threatening, it is too exaggerated!
But fortunately, this little girl from the butterfly tribe was still flying in the sky. The beautiful snake instructor's face turned pale and he let out a long sigh, and the same sighs were heard in the surrounding stands.
Of course, Feilengcui's men and horses will not accidentally encounter this situation. Mo'er's magic pet is Gabriel's magic butterfly. If it is released, the world will be in chaos, so she will only choose to use magic to attack. After taking the singing crystal , Mo'er's instant lightning is already at the level of a high-level monster, coupled with the increase of the nine-link snake beads, the angel's twelve-tone belt and the four king-level magic crystals, and the support of the chain of burning souls, let alone To advance to the preliminary rounds and even win the championship was expected by all Feilengcui people.
What makes Nedved suddenly so strange is because Mo'er's opponent is quite weird!
Mo'er's opponent was originally wearing a cloak, covering his hair and most of his face. Under the strong wind caused by the lightning arc, the cloak was suddenly blown off, and it turned out to be a very beautiful Chikin beauty.
Sacrifice!
This is a very sweet-looking female chicken. Her face is very delicate and delicate, with a slight tinge of vegetable color. Her body is also a little green due to malnutrition. It seems that she is not fully developed yet, but she is definitely a perfect beauty. She is obviously
She belongs to the Cai Pheasant clan and has long, colorful hair. She can tell at a glance that she is a folk sacrifice, because she is not wearing a priest robe that represents her rank, only a long cloak that is a bit old, but clean and refreshing.
, if it weren’t for the ancient copper Medusa badge pinned to her chest, and her delicate and pleasant appearance, I believe most Behemoths would have mistaken her for being the most prized concubine of some high-ranking official----------
---The Qikeyin people are born to be prostitutes. Their status in Behemoth is like that of the Musk people who were born to be slaves. Such a lowly ethnic group has never offered sacrifices since the day they were deprived of their status. Such a dream is just
I don’t even dare to think about it!
I really don’t know how this little Chicyan beauty passed the registration. If the review officer was stricter, I’m afraid she would be beaten out on the spot as soon as she revealed her identity.
Chikeyin has no dignity. As long as any big noble here is willing, after the game, this Chikeyin beauty will be reduced to a doll of the nobles because the chicken tribe is a natural prostitute in the Behemoth Kingdom--
-----------The premise is that the temple cannot recognize the official status of this Chikein beauty priest.
The lustful eyes in the stands suddenly became intense. There are definitely not a few nobles who have such thoughts.
However, the magic pet that this folk beauty worships is a "flaming snapping turtle", which can fire three flame arrows instantly. It is a second-rate item among mid-level magic beasts. It is quite extraordinary for a folk sacrifice to have such a good magic pet.
It's easy, just for this reason, the temple will most likely accept this chicken beauty as an official sacrifice after the game, so the lustful intentions of the unscrupulous nobles will most likely come to nothing.
This beautiful Chicyan priest is far more unique than this. Her "flaming alligator turtle" actually has three heads and can attack the opponent with nine "flaming arrows" at the same time. This is really rare!
The "Flame Crocodile Turtle" with two extra heads can no longer be regarded as a third-rate item among mid-level monsters. It is definitely a top-notch item among mid-level monsters, and is even more practical than some high-level monsters!
Many people are marveling at the fact that three-headed monsters, except for some specific species like Chimera, are usually formed by mutations in embryos. The survival rate is no one in ten thousand, and it can't be lower. This folk priest
It is really strange to have such strength. Even with this three-headed flame turtle, the temple will never let go of this outstanding folk priest. In the previous year's sacrifice competition, a young priest could have such a level.
Demon pet, winning the title of the first young priest is as easy as pinching a snail with ten fingers.
This year's situation is no different than usual. Even if the "flaming three-headed snapping turtle" sacrificed by this folk beauty is powerful enough, it is still impossible to block Mo'er's lightning attack. Mo'er, who has taken "Blue Blood Pill", has no magic power.
The purity level is much higher than that of Warcraft, and the power of each lightning bolt is extremely powerful. Fortunately, this is a competition, so the few lightning bolts Mo'er released, all the extra attack waves were chosen to hit this one.
Ten yards away from the side of the three-headed snapping turtle, electric arcs flashed and swam, and the granite on the ground exploded. If they were fighting, Mo'er could have seriously injured this "three-headed flaming snapping turtle".
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Mo'er released a lightning shield at will from her four heavenly king-level magic crystals, which also severely damaged all the Behemoths watching the battle -------------- Another sixteen
Face lightning shield!
Logically speaking, at this point in the fight, no matter who is Mo'er's opponent, there is a high probability that they will abstain due to the disparity in strength.
The Qikeyin beauty priest made a move that all the Behemoths could not have imagined. Seeing how fiercely this little beauty from the butterfly tribe was coming, she actually took out two more workmanship coins from her arms.
The extremely rough copper Medusa badge once again released two "Flame Crocodile Turtles". Each Flame Turtle was covered in red hair, with a huge shell and wrinkled skin, and raised its head in unison.
Three ferocious crocodile heads.
The three "three-headed flaming alligator turtles" walked together with heavy steps, forming a small battle formation in the shape of a letter. Eighteen huge eyeballs without eyelid membranes were aimed at the dancing eyes in the sky.
Mo'er, from the nine crocodile's snout densely covered with fangs, a string of sparks mixed with the smell of black smoke and sulfur were sprayed out from time to time.
Surprisingly, there are so many of them every year, but especially this year.
First, there was a Butterfly Priest who had just returned to his motherland who could release lightning attacks, and then there was a Chikin Priest who was extremely rare.
Then three more mutant monsters appeared that were difficult to survive, and there were more than one, a whole set of triplets!!
Amazing!
The three-life magic pet, which can be completely equal to the number of magic pets of the God of War Campas, actually appeared in the hands of a folk priest for the first time in the history of Behemoth! This is something that can only be met but cannot be sought.
Yes, only egg-laying triplets of monsters can become familiars. Viviparous monsters are not eligible. The chance of triplets appearing in an egg-laying monster is really extremely low!
So many coincidences can happen!
The huge gasping sound caused the air in the entire arena to shrink suddenly, creating a roaring hurricane.
"Campas!" Liu Zhenshao stared at the Chikeyin beauty priest, as if he was sizing up the rare three-life magic pet, and as if he was admiring the small waist and slender legs of this chicken beauty. No one could
I don't know what he is praising.
Mo'er's nine-chain lightning finally met a powerful enemy. Three flaming crocodile-headed turtles and a total of twenty-seven flaming arrows kept whizzing. Taking advantage of the gap of lightning fission, they finally resisted Mo'er's attack.
If you fight fast, the three flaming snapping turtles may not be able to withstand Mo'er's instant lightning, and they may not be able to withstand it. This is just Mo'er wanting to try the power of these three flaming turtles.
ability, so she has been controlling the pace of the game. As the first mage of Feilengcui, Mo'er still has a lot of things at the bottom of the box that she hasn't taken out. Her Angel Twelve Scale Belt can increase the magic attack by ten points at a time.
The two negative effects can also be divided into twelve attack waves to increase the negative effects respectively. Mo'er would like to find a chance to try it.
Almost all the priests in the entire arena stopped playing and stared stupidly at Mo'er, who was competing with the "rocket shooting" of the three flame turtles.
At this time, no one thought about why this young butterfly beauty no longer used a magic pet, and all she could do was act stupidly.
Not all the priests stopped the competition at hand. There were still two priests who ended their battle in a remote corner. Maybe it was because the location was relatively remote, or maybe everyone's attention was attracted, so these two
Few people were paying attention to what the two priests were doing ------- These two priests did not use magic pets, but chose magic attacks, but they were not as good as Mo'er.
It's eye-catching, not as eye-catching as the beautiful Chi Ke Yin sacrifice.
"Are those your younger brother and younger sister?" Liu Zhenshaan pointed to the two slender figures in a remote corner and asked Ge Tanni.
"Yes, your Majesty." The female swan knight smiled lightly: "They are my treasures."
Liu Zhanchen pursed his lips and smiled.
"You should give up." Mo'er's voice in the air brought everyone's wandering thoughts back to their heads again.
"Never!" The voice of Chikeyin's beautiful woman was as sweet as her own, and there was also stubbornness and unwillingness in her voice.
"Let you open your eyes." Mo'er chuckled, chanted a series of strange spells, and waved his hand, releasing a golden light.
Under a blazing halo that erupted from the blood jade finger, a giant stone man as majestic as a god and as wretched as a beggar stood in the arena, along with a lot of rocks. Both the stone man and the rocks were exposed in certain parts.
The bright reflection is very strange.
"Oh God!" The surrounding stands were filled with people, and the timid and cowardly Beamon fainted from fright.
On the throne in the main stand, both His Majesty the King and His Holiness the Pope all stood up with their pupils widened to the limit.
Inside the blood jade ring that Liu Zhenhan gave to Mo'er, there was originally a Yunqin patched gold man and a pile of scrap copper.
In the battle in the Scorched Salt Swamp, under the mighty magical forbidden spell "Meteorite Falls" of the Flame Emperor, the two Yunqin Jinmen in the blood jade ring given to Ichijo were poured over by the obsidian magma waterfall.
This kind of obsidian magma has very good adhesion and is very hard after it is cooled. It is poured on the body of the golden man. After cooling, although the condensed stone shell is not very uniform and looks very unattractive, it is undeniable that the golden man is better than before.
It is much harder. The golden figure has been repaired by the Typhon giants using welding method, and then covered with a layer of stone shell. It has a bit of invulnerability. Although the stone shell of the joints will peel off as long as it is moved, it is still large.
The partially covered stone helmet can still provide some good protection for the Jin people in troubled times, so Liu Zhenzhen asked Mo'er to go to the scorched salt swamp, throw the Jin people in the wrench into the magma, and then quickly
It was folded up and coated with a stone shell.
The little beauty of the Chikeyin tribe was completely in despair. She was too small in front of a huge stone puppet with a height of twelve meters.
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Some people often say that my writing is wordy. In fact, I don’t mean to be like this. Since I am writing about a country and a race, the so-called historical depth is indispensable. After all, they are all intelligent creatures, not just one.
Awesome, or an understanding person.
Maybe I didn't show it, sorry....(To be continued)