What is amazing is that the turquoise grass is slowly attracting the blood flowing from Xiusi at this time! There are some plants in the world that belong to the carnivorous family, such as cordyceps, but the little grass in front of me does not look like a carnivorous one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to enhance the survival rate, some high-grade heavenly and earthly treasures will always have alternative techniques to speed up their cultivation, at least, they must also reach a realm where they can protect themselves. The secret technique currently being used by the turquoise grass is called "blood transformation", which is a taboo in ancient times, when it absorbs enough blood, it will form a cocoon and detransform, and if it succeeds, it can jump directly from the light level to the blood clotting realm!

"Hey, it's so heavy, it's so murderous. "When Saeki flew over the canyon, he couldn't help but be attracted by the corpse gas of the canyon.

"There is even the smell of a Qi Realm master. Waco was also amazed.

Saeki and Vaco glanced at each other, and they both saw a solemn look in their eyes. Saeki suggested, "Perhaps, we should find out what's going on here." ”

Vako lifted Xiuth's body and said, "This is simple, aren't you a trick to 'interpret dreams'?" I'm sure this guy must know what's going on in the canyon." ”

Dream interpretation, which can interpret all kinds of useful information in the other party's mind, is a skill to extract confessions and steal other people's secrets. Although the skill of dream interpretation is easy to use, it is also relatively demanding, and if the caster himself has a certain basic practice, then the effect obtained will be greatly reduced. However, for a beginner like Xius, he will not be able to hide any secrets under the skill of dream interpretation.

Saeki raised his fingers wrapped in white cloth and gently touched Xius's head, and suddenly, Xiusi's various thoughts rolled over like a Yangtze River.

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The cold wind was like a knife, blowing fiercely one by one, the thin fabric trembled silently in the wind, the biting cold made the teeth rattle, and the whole body seemed to be bound and shrunk by an invisible force. Hughes' eyes were dazed and glazed, the winter night made people feel like they were in the last days, and the winter wind made one wonder that it was actually the roar of death.

The creation of Hughes should have been an accident, he was nothing more than the product of a troll venting on a human woman. Trolls have always been discriminatory against impure blood, they think it's an insult to the reputation of the warriors, they think it's an insult to the troll race, and they think it's an insult to the god of Kale (the god that the trolls believe in).

Although his father was the most powerful warrior in the Troll Clan, this did not offset the discrimination of others, including his father. Maybe he shouldn't have lived in this world in the first place, maybe he should have snuffed it out when he was born, maybe this life should have been destroyed when it was still budding in his mother's womb.

Unfortunately, there are not so many possibilities in the world, and Theseus survived in the end, and struggled on the brink of death for sixteen years, the first ten years with his mother's arms to comfort, and the last six years can only be supported by unwilling anger.

The night sky was as dark as ink, and occasionally a few stars twinkled and twinked, guiding countless confused humans. Hughes's gaze twitched slightly, and he looked at the dark and vast sky, which seemed to be particularly cold this winter.

There was a sudden noise in the distance, but Xius didn't even have the interest to raise his head, no matter what good or bad things happened, what did it have to do with him. However, as a terrible scream streaked across the sky, Theseus jumped up from the icy ground and stared at the source of the sound. In the biting cold wind, countless black shadows shuttled and fluttered in the camp, accompanied by the light of swords and swords, and the blood splattered everywhere.

A word popped into Hughes's head. As a race of trolls, the most in life is to kill, kill and be killed. Trolls have many patrons, but trolls have even more enemies.

"Maybe we can make some dead money. Hughes thought, and dived towards the place of the struggle. Where there is struggle, there is death, and the purpose of Theseus is the money that the dead carry with them.

Hughes's approach is very dirty, especially for a warrior like a troll who advocates combat, Hughes's approach is simply to blacken their faces, plus Hughes's unfortunate identity, once the trolls find out about Hughes's practice, Hughes will shed his skin if he is not dead. It's just that in these sixteen hardships, Xius learned that timidity will only make him more difficult, and wealth is earned by fate!

Slowly creeping closer, the various figures became clearer and clearer as they walked. Casually glancing at the corpses on the ground, Theseus was shocked to find that the casualties were all trolls.

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and Theseus looked at the attacking enemy.

Dense black dots flew in the air, and the dance was like the smile of death, which still seemed so dazzling under the dark sky, and every time a troll was caught by that group of black dots, the flesh flew with a scream of fear, which was creepy and miserable. When the group of black dots left the body, only a tall skeleton fell limply on the cold ground, pale and weak.

Wild Sand, a terrifying small stone worm with a small body and sharp teeth. Just like humans can fly in the air after cultivating to the air realm, and demonic beasts can also fly in the air after reaching the qi realm (transformation), and the wild sand in front of them is obviously a super monster that has reached the qi realm, and the number is still a group!

The slightest coolness penetrated through the heart, and the blood in the whole body seemed to be frozen by this coolness. But when Hughes saw another creature, his entire back was covered in sweat. There is even an evil demon - the evil demon is a pure spiritual body, which belongs to physical immunity.

That powerful psychic power and physical immunity undoubtedly happen to be the nemesis of trolls. I saw the demon screaming through the body of a troll, and the troll's weak mental power was suddenly extinguished, and the whole body fell weakly upside down on the ground, not even leaving a sound.

This world is helpless, when the god Kale gave the troll a powerful body, but took away the spiritual potential that should be human, each troll is a super warrior, but it is extremely difficult to become a mage. That weak spiritual power was so pale and helpless in front of the evil demon.

The wind howled mercilessly, bringing with it a shivering cold, but also a pungent blood, and Hughes was terrified beyond measure, and his heart was numb.

"Run. "The enemy is completely stronger than he could have imagined, and Theseus simply made this decision.

The canyon surrounded by mountains on three sides can effectively stop the enemy, but it also brutally kills the only way to survive. Over and over again, Theseus pondered how to escape the canyon, only to find it difficult to escape the enemy's vision. And he had a gut feeling that there must be more ferocious enemies lurking in the valley mouth, and that when they peeked out of the darkness, it would be the time of death.

Hughes' eyes were full of aura, and people knew at first sight that he must be a clever young man. But because of these eyes, he was beaten and scolded by his father. Because his father hated the cunning of man.

Now in these aura eyes, the black eyeballs are rolling around the bones, obviously thinking about how to escape. He suddenly took a deep breath, took advantage of the somewhat chaotic scene to crawl to the battlefield, and then lay sideways next to a corpse, his slightly trembling hands nervously and forcefully touched the blood, wiped it on his face and neck a few times, and finally lay quietly on the cold ground motionless.

The cold wind became more and more fierce, and the trolls in the canyon had completely awakened and realized the strength of the enemy, and they casually touched the weapons around them and rushed to the valley mouth.

What is life? I am afraid that there is no such melancholy in the minds of trolls. They kill without blinking, and they don't flinch when they die. With the strength of the wild sand, he also retreated under the trolls who went forward and followed, and with the strength of the demons, he was also timid under the trolls who were crazy about his life.

Just as the trolls were obediently rushing towards the valley mouth, the steel arrows and iron spears flew down from the sky like raindrops, and the blood sparked, directly and helplessly deducing the last beauty of life in a sad way. The night sky seemed to be stained red with blood, purple and black, and the few stars that were still flickering desperately were obscured by the bloody sky.

The sudden upheaval stunned the trolls who were lucky enough to be alive, and they took a few quick steps back with their knives and guns in hand. At the mouth of the gloomy valley, there were many shadows, and countless warriors in heavy armor marched into the valley with neat and cruel steps, their faces densely sealed with steel, and only a pair of eyes burned in the darkness with a fierce light.

The bloody scene inspires the trolls with unprecedented fighting spirit and courage, with fierce enemies in front and old men and children waiting to be killed in the back. A tragic atmosphere wafted through the air.

The heavy armor advanced slowly, and the heavy "pop" sound was recorded on the ground, knocking on the heart, and a troll couldn't bear the pressure and howled frantically, staring at the heavy armor with his eyes, and the wide saber slashed fiercely at the head of the heavy armor soldier from top to bottom, and a loud "bang" resounded through the clouds. Although the sound was earth-shattering, the effect was a little pitiful, and I saw a flash of green light on the heavy armor, and the effect of the spell appeared, miraculously shaking the troll out.

On the top of a lonely peak, the yellow armor still radiated under the night sky, and the owner of the golden armor looked at the battle in the canyon and couldn't help but smile to the side: "Although individual force is very important, it is still the strength of the collective to fight a war." ”

As soon as the words fell, a man in a black cloak emerged from beside the golden armor Yar, and said, "Is it useful to have a lot of people, isn't the lesson from three days ago enough?"

Hearing this, Yar couldn't help but show a bitter smile, the night three days ago was indeed a shame and a lesson, "How long can the effect of this spell last." ”

The black-cloaked man Aydin said unhurriedly, "Not much, half an hour." ”

Yar said confidently, "That's enough. "The formation and the spell can completely sweep this small canyon back and forth three times.

The Tiger Wing Formation, a type of formation of the army, is a defensive type that can greatly improve the resistance of those who set up the formation.

Symbiosis, a spell that connects the forces of a collective, and when one member of the group is harmed, it distributes the damage evenly among the others, making them more durable. But this spell has a drawback, it can only defend against gravity impact and internal strength, and can't prevent that kind of direct damage, such as the knife directly ** heart or the knife directly chops off the head, this kind of one-hit fatal damage can no longer be transferred.

However, the formation of the Tiger Wing Array by the heavy armor soldiers, combined with the soul lock, undoubtedly played the role of the finishing touch. And the troll's hard blow just now also gave Yar a bottom in his heart, feeling that those trolls were not enough to cause much damage to the heavy armor.

Great Wizard Martin looked at the torrent of steel that kept coming in from the mouth of the valley, and he was very puzzled in his heart, okay, why did the Lingdong Army suddenly attack his nomadic troops. His brows furrowed deeply, and he couldn't help but worry in his heart: "Is it for that thing?"

With the enemy's steps closing in without giving a respite, a dead wooden rod dangling in his hand, and a pair of feet circling the ground with fantastical steps, Martin began to perform the ritual peculiar to the Great Wizard.

The pace jumped faster and faster, and black mist continued to pour out from the circle where Martin was stepping, and the thick black mist floated spiritually to the battlefield ahead, and the trolls saw the black mist drifting in, and immediately burst into cheers.

"With such a large range of fog blessings, do they still have a great wizard?" Yar on the top of the mountain saw this black mist float out, and his originally relaxed face became solemn.

"It's amazing that there are two great wizards in a small nomad. Aydin also frowned.

"Damn, that's all there is to the Great Wizard? Give me the order, the bow and the bow press forward, and the mage regiment prepares to enter the battle. Yar said to the herald behind him.

The dark fog seemed to be filled with energy, seeping through the pores of the body, constantly strengthening the troll's body. I saw that the trolls were full of energy, and there was an urge to tear everything apart in their bodies, and their eyes became blood-red, flashing with a fierce light in the black mist.

The dark environment, the blood-glittering eyes, the timid will be timid when they see this kind of scene. But this group of heavy armor soldiers is obviously a strong man who has survived through strict training, and in the face of this vicious scene, no one flinched, and even the pace of progress did not hesitate or hesitate. They just cling to their companions, believing in their companions, and then working miracles together.

Stimulated by the thick fog, the trolls' momentum finally reached its peak. Suddenly, a murderous aura dispersed, and the scene of the confrontation began to change. The trolls roared in unison, shaking the enemy's eardrums numb like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the swords and guns in their hands glowed with cold light, pounced on each other like moths, and in the terrible screams, the collision of steel and iron, the separation of flesh and blood, sketched a sad and cruel picture.

The trolls' combat power that had been blessed by the fog skyrocketed, and in a short handover, the spell of the heavy armor corps was struck into a dazzling light, which was a sign that the charm had reached its limit. Moreover, the powerful power of the troll exaggerated the heavy armor soldiers, seriously destroying the formation of the Tiger Wing Array.

"The archers fired a 40-degree salvo in front of them. The heavy armor in front of him couldn't resist, and Yar immediately ordered. The herald immediately gave the battle order with a lantern at the top of the mountain.

A neat array of arrows streaked across the sky, leaving behind a chilling "squeak" sound of breaking through the air.

A flower of blood bloomed in the black mist, but as long as the troll was not mortally wounded, he did not even glance at the arrows left in the flesh, and still pounced on the heavy armor with madness and ferocity. However, no matter how fierce the trolls were, the arrows flew one by one, causing a lot of casualties and pressure on the trolls.

Yar was satisfied with the coordination of the soldiers, and was slightly relieved to see the green light of the heavy armor corps visibly weakening under the cover of the archers. As long as the spell is not broken, then the victory on this battlefield will definitely belong to you. (To be continued.) )