Chapter 338 Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?
"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 Chiao. 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 doing this 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.
." Sissi flattened her mouth.
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 the opportunity to exploit the opportunity.
"Has this little thing been detoxified?" Master Puskas raised his eyebrows and asked, pointing to the cocky little parrot.
"Old coffin~Old turtle~Old ashes~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 off 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 vigorously.
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 as Ningyu grabbed her ears and picked her up. First, she picked up the dust.
After dusting themselves off, with a sullen face, they were about to give each person a slap on the buttocks. The second young master held up the candied haws and put it into her mouth on his tiptoes. No matter how much he suppressed it, his face was as cold as ice, but he couldn't help showing relief.
With a smile on his face, he took a sweet bite of the filial piety sent by his son. The slap was nothing more than a reward for Guoguo to enjoy.
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. The one it read was Boolean B, and it jumped at the end.
Speak a language that no one understands.
"Your Majesty, let me check this little parrot. I'm not very sure whether I can check for any poison in it, but I think I can give it a try." Sissi looked at her 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 battle hymn 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 uniqueness of our ancestor Platini.
After more than three hundred years of talent and endowment, the whole family worked together and worked from generation to generation to finally develop this new war song------------- "The Rhythm of the Silk Road"
"Song"." Sissi didn't wait for anyone to ask, and took the initiative to explain: "This is not the racial song of our Behemoth Kingdom, but the racial song of the Scorpion Man from the Sgaodi Tribe in the Taklamago Desert.
Song of Ability, near the Oxford Oasis where our family is located, we used a small tribe of Scorpion people from the Si Gaodi tribe. After a long period of research, we finally succeeded in improving and mastering this self-created war song; Si Gaodi
The scorpion people of the 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 in using poison. By the way, Seder'am
The 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 people 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 Zhenshaan asked with great interest: "I think so, 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. Moreover, they have never been heard to claim that they are Behemoths.
Mongolia, but 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 wantonly. Everyone looked at him with disdain. This guy's dark iron sword is the longest and heaviest.
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!" Ichijo also joined in: "Haha, two long swords with wild goose feathers!"
"Don't mention it, human beings 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 survive." 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 evolved from the Munk tribe." Liu Zhenshao finally caught the old man's trick: "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 Munk, but 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 human bandits.
They 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 Emperor Si Gao and Seder Am."
"You can avenge this revenge later." Liu Zhenzhen said with a smile: "Qianxi, I have been interrupting your words. Can you please continue to introduce the function of "Song of Silk Road Water Rhythm"? Or you
Can you help me quickly test the toxins in the little parrot's body? Is it due to a chemical reaction with some component in the body that produced the toxin due to eating some food by mistake, or is it someone's manipulation."
"Your Majesty, the "Song of the Silk Road Water Rhythm" is adapted from the song "Calvin's Rhythm of Insight", a song of racial abilities 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 Insight Rhythm" can detect toxicity through sound waves, analyze the arrangement and composition of toxins, and provide the names of natural medicines that can crack the toxins." Qian.
Qian added: "Well... This kind of war song is similar to the "Song of Identification of Unknown Creatures" of our Behemoth Priest. Although it is theoretically possible to report the name, if no official priest has witnessed this with his own eyes.
As for the characteristics of unknown creatures, if the war song log is not updated in a timely manner, it is still impossible to obtain its main characteristics, and the same is true for "Calvin's Insight Melody"..."
"Can you give me a demonstration?" Liu Zhenzhen laughed and asked kindly.
Sissi nodded, calmed down her excitement, and sang a string of dreamlike tunes in a low voice, like the patter of light rain hitting the cannas, or like spring silkworms chewing the mulberry leaves, with Helen 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, with blood flowing through the blood vessels.
The flowing blood and the vigorous 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, red and
Black is perfectly intertwined to create a wonderful 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?
?”
"Obisrachi!" Master Puslash blurted out from the side.
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