A light cyan healing spell enveloped the Earth Prince's left arm, but like a light rain falling on the desert, it dissipated and evaporated in the blink of an eye, as if the healing effect had not taken effect at all.
Several priests of the Bloodkissed species who are best at healing spells gathered around the Earth Prince. They were so tired that they were sweating on their foreheads. They saw that his left arm was still hanging weakly, and the surface was covered with mottled cracks that looked like glass products.
I wonder if this arm will turn into pieces in the next moment.
"Isn't it still curable?"
Nerissa 27th, the son of Holy Scales, stood aside with a gloomy expression on his face.
Several blood-kissed priests lowered their heads. There was no one else in the camp, so they heard one of the priests say: "Reporting to the son of the Holy Scale, the injury of the Prince of the Earth is not ordinary flesh and blood. There is a feeling similar to 'relief'.
The power of magic entangled the Earth Prince's arm, making it difficult for our healing spells to take effect."
The Son of the Holy Scale pursed his lips and asked the priests to step back. At the end, he added: "Watch your tongue and don't say anything you shouldn't!"
The Bloodkissed priests withdrew from the camp in great panic, leaving only the Sons of the Holy Scale and the Prince of Earth.
The Son of the Holy Scale looked at the Earth Prince's arm: "How much impact does it have on your strength?"
"Slightly weakened, but not serious." The Earth Prince managed to raise the five fingers of his left arm: "Maybe it will be inconvenient in close combat, but you can still use the 'Fist of the Peaks'."
I saw the Son of Holy Scales closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had a pair of strange snake eyes with vertical pupils, the yellow-brown irises shrank slightly, and snake scales appeared around his cheeks and neck.
"It can actually hurt your soul? It also disrupts the connection between the soul and the body. No wonder the healing spell cannot take effect." The Son of Holy Scales blinked, and after returning to his normal appearance, he motioned for the other party to sit down and asked: "Olanso's
It's stronger than I expected, what do you think?"
The Earth Prince replied: "It is difficult to deal with, and it is obvious that Olanso can not only use the magic circle to absorb various elemental energies, but also convert them into means to deal with us."
"Something similar to the mage's 'absorption technique'. I have seen it with the 'Son of Fire Demon'. His flame shield can absorb most spell energy and turn it into his own use." The Son of Saint Scale asked with a smile: "
But this method is not omnipotent. He can absorb the lightning from Prince Atmosphere. Can he also absorb and transform the boulders you throw after activating the mountain?"
The Prince of the Earth was not as chatty and cheerful as the Son of the Holy Scale, and had a serious and solemn expression on his face: "Even so, it is quite powerful. If I had not transferred the killing effect to the ground in time for the lightning he used before, I would have lost an arm.
It’s so easy.”
"I will find another solution for your arm injury." The Son of Saint Scale smiled bitterly: "According to the Imperial Man, you have entered the legendary level, and your soul and life have undergone extraordinary transformation. Even the injury is not ordinary.
The spell can heal you. If it can cause harm to you, does it prove that Dr. Olenso has also entered the legendary level?"
The Prince of the Earth pondered for a while and replied: "Probably not, but I can't say for sure. Please allow me to overstep the mark. The scale of the spell energy controlled by Olanso is somewhat similar to the blessing of the primordial spirit, which can expand our consciousness.
Connect to the vast and boundless spiritual world."
The Son of Holy Scales was not angry, he just leaned on the throne and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking about.
The Prince of the Earth continued: "I don't know whether this is due to the large magic circle that allows Olanso to control such a large-scale spell energy, but at least I can judge that if this magic circle can be destroyed, Olanso and the pyre will
The town will lose most of its resistance."
"How do you say that?" the Son of Saint Scale asked casually.
The Prince of Earth replied: "On the way back, I asked the spirit messengers who participated in the war. It seems that the Star Cult in Chaidui Town does not just communicate with spirits to cast spells, but has some kind of connection with the large magic circle.
And you can summon humanoid spirits to obtain various bonuses.
Compared with Olanso's spell, this is the biggest obstacle to our future advancement. If we want to capture Pile Town, I think it is imperative to destroy the magic circle."
The Son of Holy Scales stood up and said: "I will consider this matter, you go and rest first."
The Prince of Earth opened his mouth, but did not dare to say anything else. He stood up, bowed slightly, and left the tent.
Walking in the military camp, the Prince of the Earth lowered his head and pondered silently. He felt that the Son of Holy Scale seemed to have a different interest in the magic circle in Chai Dui Town. But now inside Chai Dui Town, there was actually a spy planted by Glan Faz.
The spies were lurking, and it was also because of this that the Earth Prince was able to launch a seismic shock so accurately towards the location of Doctor Olenso.
The Earth Prince has a very humble origin. Even though he is now a Totem Prince and has reached the legendary level, he is not a high-ranking person with lofty ideals after all. He cannot fully understand the desire and interest of the Son of Holy Scale in the magic circle of Woodpile Town.
.But because of his status, the Earth Prince forced himself not to think too much.
A series of screams and wails came from the distance, attracting the Prince of the Earth to go over and watch. He pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and saw a dozen soldiers of the Horned Rhino tribe tied to wooden stakes. The Bloodkissed priest held a sharp knife and chanted a spell.
, cut open their chests and abdomen alive, and took out the warm internal organs.
"This is the fate of the defeated!" The Bloodkissed Priest held up the still-beating heart, and the magic power maintained its vitality. Even the soldiers of the Horned Rhinoceros tribe who had their hearts removed did not die on the spot, but hissed with a distorted face.
Shouting, fear urged the essence of his soul to continuously emerge, and was squeezed out bit by bit by the Bloodkissed Priest.
"What's going on?" Prince Earth frowned and shouted.
When the blood-kissed priest holding the heart saw the Earth Prince, his face looked surprised and a little disgusted. After covering it up a little, he stepped forward and replied:
"This is a punishment for the defeated. Of the 2,000-strong advance team sent by their horned rhinoceros tribe, only a few dozen people escaped back to the military camp alive. This kind of cowardly evasion must be punished with the most severe punishment - depriving them of their
Soul, tear apart their bodies, make the skulls into toilet bowls, make the leg bones into flutes to drive away souls, make the human skin into marching drums, make the intestines into tough bowstrings, and dedicate the heart, lungs and eyes to
The spirit of the beginning, the giant serpent with our tail, in order to gain the power to conquer the world!"
The Prince of Earth clenched his back teeth and tried his best to keep his expression unchanged. The Bloodkissed species of the Ouroboros tribe have continued this tradition for thousands of years. They believe that the body has extraordinary spirituality and is dedicated to the spirit of the beginning.
The best sacrifice, and making human sacrifices into various utensils is to preserve this spirituality, and it is also the main source of magic items for the Ouroboros tribe in the past long years.
"Many advance troops have failed. Is it possible that you want to kill everyone?" The Prince of the Earth said calmly, and his eyes happened to glance at the wooden stakes nearby. There was a strong man who had not yet been executed. Compared with other tribesmen, he looked thinner.
The difference is huge.
"Who is he?" the Earth Prince asked, pointing to the strong man.
"This seems to be a fighting chief of the Horned Rhinoceros tribe, called..." The Bloodkissed Priest couldn't remember it all at once.
The strong man half-squinted his eyes and said, "My name is Gunnon, aren't you going to execute me? Please hurry up, I don't want to be tortured."
"How outrageous! How dare a deserter talk back?!" The Bloodkissed Priest picked up the whip and planned to add another scarlet whip mark to Gunnon's body.
"Stop!" The Earth Prince moved his toes three inches sideways, and the flat ground shook and knocked the Bloodkissed Priest to the ground, but did not let anyone else fall.
"I have protected this man." The Earth Prince snatched the sharp knife used for dismemberment and directly cut off the hemp rope that bound Gunnon.
"Prince of the Earth, you can't do this!" The blood-kissed priest raised his hand and rebuked regardless of his manners: "This is our blood-kissed species' god-sacrifice ceremony. Do you want to openly defy the oracle of the spirit of the beginning?"
"We are currently at war, and we are busy punishing and executing people before we have won. Do you think the chances of winning are too high?" The Earth Prince retorted in a deep voice: "If you want to demonstrate the authority of the Bloodkissed, it is better to personally lead the army on the front line to kill the enemy.
Woodpile Town!”
"You...you, a lowly thin-tailed species who is only worthy of lying on the ground, how dare you speak to me like this!!" The blood-kissed priest's forehead popped with veins: "Are you worthy of the expectations and importance of the Son of the Holy Scale? I want to
Remonstrate to the son of Shenglin and depose you as the totem prince!"
A flash of anger appeared on Prince Earth's face at first, but then he calmed down and responded: "You can go and tell the Son of the Holy Scale... leave them alone and follow me!"
After saying this, the Earth Prince grabbed Gannon's arm and led him away from the crowd.
…
A tribesman wearing simple linen clothes, carrying a large basket on his back and holding a branch as a stick in his hand, seemed to be gathering wild fruits in the forest. He trekked to a majestic and steep mountain and looked back behind him
, double-checked that there was nothing unusual, stood next to a natural standing stone, grabbed a handful of soil, and drew a few symbols on it.
The standing stone trembled slightly, and a miniature wild boar came out from the top. It was exquisite and vivid. It looked at the tribesman and then shrank back.
Not long after, the soil swirled into a vortex in the open space next to the standing stone, and a quicksand depression seemed to appear on the hard ground. The tribesmen did not worry, and jumped into it. The soil vortex dissipated in an instant, quietly erasing the surrounding footprints, and a
Like a lonely and high mountain with few people inhabiting it.
The tribesmen just felt like they were falling into chaos, with nothing in sight, squeezing their eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Fortunately, the discomfort disappeared in an instant. They stabilized their feet and stood on solid ground. They seemed to be in front of an underground cave where no sunlight could be seen.
, but there are dots of strange lights above the head, but if you don’t have abilities such as "dark vision", you will still be tripped by the uneven wet ground if you are not careful.
"Hey, isn't this the 'Horned Chief' of the Horned Rhinoceros tribe? You are the last one." Not far away, dozens of people gathered in a circle at the edge of the cave pond, standing or sitting on the ground to communicate.
They all looked at this simple tribesman.
The tribesmen, known as the horn-bearing chiefs, had extraordinary eyesight and immediately spotted the "newcomer" who appeared for the first time among them - a bald tribesman with thick lips and a big nose. He was sitting next to Fulun, a tribe of long-horned tribesmen.
He was holding a strange long staff with wooden knobs in it.
"Who is he?" The horn-bearing chief approached the pond, where a blind white fish without eyes was floating in the water.
"His name is Zari. As for his identity... you have to listen to what he said." Fulun was wearing a loose robe, her slim figure was looming, and she always had a seductive smile in her voice.
The tribesman named Zari looked up at the horn-bearing chief and said calmly: "I am the special envoy of the Sky Singer."
Chief Holding the Horn snorted coldly: "Fulun, where did you find your slave? Can you believe such nonsense? Do you think you will live long if you invite such a person to a secret meeting?"
Zari waved his long staff and tapped the wooden knob on the surface of the pond. The cold water immediately froze, and the ice crystals expanded and turned into a giant snake with wings. Its twisting body was entangled with wild boars, horned rhinoceros, fierce horses, and jackals.
The four beasts were feasting one by one, and under them were the carcasses of various animals, large and small. The ice sculptures were lifelike and crystal clear, making them extremely gorgeous handicrafts.
"I was just wondering, among the four major tribes that joined Glanfaz, the horned rhinoceros tribe was the only one to join peacefully. What was the reason that caused the former totem guardian to be reduced to hiding in the mountains and forests, giving life to the destitute people?
The tribesmen sent wild fruits to satisfy their hunger." Zari, who transformed into a gorgeous ice sculpture, spoke in a calm and profound tone.
"A useless trick, not even a spirit spell." The Horned Chief sneered.
"Of course not. The Sky Singer originally sent me to the colonies of the empire to learn their magic skills." Zari said: "It's just that I sent three messages to the Sky Singer and didn't get any reply, so I guessed that something might have happened to him.
So I rushed back to the big league...ah, or should I say Glenfaz?"
When the horn-bearing chief heard about the situation with the Sky Singer, his expression could not help but be solemn: "Do you also think something happened to the Sky Singer?"
"There are a few clues, but I was originally just his special envoy and left the major alliance very early, so I don't know much about the current internal situation of Glanfaz." Zari said: "I don't think the Sky Singer has
Death is just being imprisoned somewhere.”
"Just thinking is not enough. Do you have any concrete proof?" the horn-bearing chief asked.
At this time, someone else said: "Chief with the Horns, we have discussed these things just now. The problem now is not only the Sky Singer, but how to take advantage of this opportunity to overthrow the rule of the Ouroboros Serpent tribe."
"Then what are you going to do? Are you expecting such an envoy who is hard to distinguish between true and false?" Chief Holding the Horn pointed at Zari: "It's not like you haven't seen what the Totem Prince is capable of. If this place wasn't secretive enough, Prince Liushui wouldn't be able to detect it.
, we don’t even have a safe place to communicate! Without the support of the Sky Singer, why should we overthrow the Ouroboros tribe?”
"In other words, as long as Prince Liushui can be killed, things will be easy to handle?" Zari asked.