Chapter 1283: Demonic Beast Mass Grave
The route deduction diagram left by the ancestors seems to have no problem at all, and the route is correct. β
And this also involves the things left behind by the ancestors?
Tang Rao was strange, since this old ancestor had left behind and thought it was good, it was impossible for only the three of them to come up, no matter whether there was a leak or not, there must be other people who knew about the existence of the seven-colored dragon.
Such a good thing, no one has made a noise now, Tang Rao's mind turned, and he knew that this situation was not normal at all.
"You said that the route is right, we have been walking for so long, and the yin qi is still heavy, don't you think there is a problem?"
Huang Mao and Zi Mao bet all their hopes on Hei Mao, Hei Mao is the backbone, what others can't explain, Hei Mao can always explain.
"Then you mean, there is something wrong with what the ancestor said?"
The black hair's eyes are sharp, and what he doesn't like the most is that someone doubts him.
"No, we didn't mean that, we just thought it was strange why we were walking the same way as if we were going around in the wrong way. β
This is also what Tang Rao wants to know, but he just listens to other people's housework, and the taste of a bird is not so pleasant.
"Maybe your old ancestor is giving others a maze array, so that the dragon you want will not be easily found by others. β
Staying in this place all the time, Tang Rao didn't want to waste his precious youth in a gloomy environment.
This was regarded as a step that Tang Rao gave to Hei Mao, and along the steps, Hei Mao also thought of how to explain to the other two.
"You look at what everyone can see outsider, you two are suspicious on the side, your brains are funny, or do you don't want anything on the seven-colored dragon at all?"
The black hair is reasonable, and he speaks a lot harder.
The four of them continued to move forward together, but the more they moved forward, the heavier the yin qi became, the purple hair had the worst strength, and the body was already unwell.
"How long will it take, I'm dying. β
Except for the purple hair, which is purple, even the face and body have turned purple.
"Look at this fog, there should be a long way to go. β
Black hair said coldly.
The voice was so cold that it almost touched the yin qi around it.
"How long will it be?"
In this sentence, because Zimao failed to persevere, the whole person fell directly.
"Gong San, what's wrong with you?"
Hei Mao was indifferent, and Huang Mao still knew how to squat down to see if Zi Mao was still alive, but unfortunately, Zi Mao couldn't bear the yin qi and took the lead in cutting off his qi.
"Don't look at it, it's dead. β
Tang Rao didn't know what he knew, his whole body turned purple, and he couldn't move at all, what kind of concept is this.
"Dead?"
Huang Mao muttered, then put down the purple hair, there was no emotion in his eyes, he got up and continued to walk forward.
No one proposed, at least dig a pit and bury the purple hair.
Only Tang Rao noticed that after the purple hair lost his breath, the black hair took away the space ring on the purple hair.
But he didn't say anything from beginning to end, these things were Tang Rao's black hair sooner or later, and now he is Tang Rao's housekeeper, and the housekeeper helps Tang Rao keep things, and Tang Rao can't be happy.
The fog quickly disappeared, the surrounding scenery was clearly visible, and the yin qi was no longer as heavy as it had just been.
Tang Rao was really grateful to Li Yun for the string of beads that he gave him at the beginning, which could not only resist coercion, but also allow him to walk freely in the yin qi, I am afraid that Hei Mao never thought that Tang Rao could come out of the fog.
"Have we arrived, after the fog, it shouldn't be the seven-colored dragon, why is there nothing in this endless meadow?"
Yes, they saw it right, after the fog, there was not a single tree here at all, some were just green grasslands, just like the color matching on their heads.
"Tang Rao, there is a Warcraft crystal nucleus here, a lot of Warcraft crystal nucleus. β
Tang Rao was also worried that there was nothing to find, what good things could be on the grassland, but he said this one second, and a little hedgehog corrected Tang Rao's naΓ―ve idea the next second.
"Really, lots and lots of Warcraft crystal nuclei?"
Tang Rao asked in surprise, fortunately, only he and the little hedgehog heard these words, otherwise they would really cause something big.
"Yes, there are many, many of them, I can smell the crystal nucleus, there must be a mass grave of demonic beasts around here. β
While smelling the crystal nucleus, the little hedgehog also smelled the stench of decaying corpses.
Tang Rao has heard of the mass grave of Warcraft, Warcraft can sense the length of their lifespan, if the life of Warcraft is coming to an end, they themselves will go to the mass grave and wait for the end of their life, which is the ritual that Warcraft values the most.
It's a pity that only the mass grave of Warcraft knows about Warcraft, and if humans want to find the mass grave of Warcraft, it is undoubtedly the same as a fool's dream.
"Can you find the mass grave of the monster?"
Tang Rao and the little hedgehog were all divine consciousness exchanges throughout the whole process, even if they walked on the grassland, they didn't find any abnormalities on Tang Rao's side.
"I can find it, but you're still under the noses of these two people, go to the mass grave now, and you'll be found. β
The little hedgehog said the same, the crystal nucleus is important, and Tang Rao also wants it very much, but he wants to save his life even more, and then see what the seven-colored dragon in the black hairy mouth looks like.
"Then let's come back after finding the seven-colored dragon?"
Tang Rao thought about it, and finally thought of a better way.
"That's all I have to do, but I can't guarantee that you won't be teleported out after finding the seven-colored dragon, which has happened before. β
Saying so much, Tang Rao thought about it and felt that it was not impossible.
Should he want a crystal nucleus or a seven-colored dragon? When it was Tang Rao's turn to make a choice, he chose the latter.
"Let's go see the seven-colored dragon first, and the crystal nucleus will come in next time to find it. β
After giving up decisively, Tang Rao caught up with the black hair, and didn't want the black hair to be suspicious, so he solved Tang Rao first.
"It's strange to say, obviously Lion Rock is rumored to be extremely dangerous by the outside world, why haven't we encountered Warcraft along the way, Warcraft has changed sex, don't you care if humans fight for territory with them?"
Tang Rao's doubts are also the doubts of black hair and yellow hair.
No matter how strong the black hair is, no matter how much he knows, but he can't predict the danger on the Lion Rock, it's obviously a very dangerous road, and there is not a single hair of the monster, what else is there to play?
"Roar!"
Just when the three of them were thinking about the reason, there was a lion's roar on the top of the mountain, just listening to this sound, Tang Rao felt that his eardrum was about to burst.
"Roar!"
The second time I roared, the liver and gallbladder were about to break.
Tang Rao thought that it was okay for him to resist these voices, but before the liver and gallbladder rupture, he knew that all this was because Tang Rao was too naΓ―ve.
Huang Mao was no better than Tang Rao, he turned around, and Huang Mao had already become a bloody man.
(End of chapter)