"Color...... Color is power, it is a strong emotion, it is the root of all life, to have color is to have everything, to lose color is to become the walking dead. The strong seize colors to dominate the weak, and the weak can only submit to the feet of the strong who hold a lot of colors. My name is Luke, and my people and I are forest elves who work day and night to make delicious and delicious wine for the Queen of Fire. The little man with the scepter explained in a strange tone.

Although every word that came out of his mouth was not any language known to Zhang Cheng, it was connected to form an interesting phenomenon, that is, the transmission and understanding of thoughts.

Obviously, the communication between the two of them was not through words at all, but a very special magical effect.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the red liquid that suddenly burrowed into the skin just now.

For a moment, many things suddenly came to his mind.

First of all, there is no doubt that there is a large number of intelligent life and civilizations in this fragmented world, but they seem to follow a strange rules of existence, unlike humans or any other known magical creature on Earth.

Secondly, the colors that are repeatedly mentioned in the other person's mouth seem to be the source of the world's strength and feelings, and they will take each other's colors and strengthen themselves.

Finally, and most importantly, according to the Council's experience, any fragmented world that is suspected of having a unique power system often means that there will be one or several individuals who are powerful enough to pose a great threat, and if you don't do it, the lords will be in trouble.

After thinking about this, Zhang Cheng immediately asked again, "Who is the Flame Queen, and where does she live?"

"The Queen is the most powerful being in the South! She lives in the Flame Castle, which is less than two days away. The forest elf, who calls himself Luke, quickly points the way.

"Sounds interesting, I want to visit the queen, what do you think?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin with interest, turned around and asked the other people in the car.

Ebben Best shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "You are the lord, everything is naturally up to you." By the way, we don't understand what you're saying to that little one. ”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you slowly when I figure out what the world is all about. The most important thing at the moment is intelligence, and only when you get enough information can you make a correct judgment. As for the idiots who just hit and kill without even having a brain, I promise they'll die quickly. With that, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Moment!

The sky-high evil flames engulfed all the surviving elves, including Roluk, on the spot, giving the other party no chance to resist or escape.

As a madman who personally planned the death of hundreds of thousands of people, he would not be stupid enough to let go of a group of intelligent beings who had formed a grudge against him, let alone risk exposing his whereabouts.

The devil knows how many dangerous things there are in this world, so for the sake of safety, killing people is the best option.

As for conscience, humanity and the like, leave it to the Holy, who now just wants to live by any means, beyond one goal after another, and finally figure out who is hiding behind the parchment and manipulating himself.

As described in the poem, meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

Zhang Cheng would rather make himself a despicable person with a pass than be engraved with a noble epitaph after death.

After all, although the latter is engraved on the tombstone to praise the deceased, it is actually for the living, and for the deceased, no matter how ornate the rhetoric and how brilliant the feats, it has no meaning.

Only those who survive are qualified to change the situation and change their future destiny......

With all the forest goblins dead, the group probably collected the "toothpick" sword that had fallen on the ground, and soon drove in the direction that Luke pointed out before he died.

Along the way, they meet many bizarre lifeforms, such as a giant mushroom man more than three meters tall, a sunflower with a rich expression like a human face, and a black plush ball that likes to tell black jokes.

In short, each time he killed one of them, Zhang Cheng would gain some corresponding colors, and over time, the back of his right hand and hand would already appear colorful and bright, and it only took a thought to resonate with the magical energy that permeated the air around him.

Feeling the convergence of these strange colors, gradually generating a force that could affect the space, he suddenly thought that if he wanted to seize the fragmented world, should he desperately seize more colors, only in this way could he sense the core hidden somewhere.

You must know that every fragmented world has a core thing, and only by controlling it can we carry out limited environmental transformation, and some cores that have accumulated enough power can even create fresh life and give it a soul.

This is something that even heaven and hell require extremely harsh preconditions to do!

Just as Zhang Cheng was half-closing his eyes to explore the essence of "color", a huge fortress suddenly rose on the horizon in front of him, completely covered in flames.

Unlike ordinary stone fortresses, this fortress is made of hot lava from beginning to end, and the constant flow of red liquid can be clearly seen even from thousands of meters away.

What is puzzling is what forces keep these hot liquid rocks in a stable shape.

Surrounded by flames, a beautiful woman in a fiery red backless dress and holding a large ruby staff sat in the tower, dancing merrily around countless creatures like fire elementals.

Coupled with her flame-like hair and eyes, it's no wonder she's called the Queen of Flames.

Out of caution, Zhang Cheng quickly signaled for the car to stop, then turned to Jesse and said, "Let the evil spirit in your box go to explore the way!" ”

"Understood!" Jesse didn't try to shirk it, and immediately patted the suitcase with a strong smell of death.

In the blink of an eye, a black mist rose into the air and drifted straight in the direction of the castle.

Through the thick black mist, everyone could vaguely see a pale, distorted, evil and hateful female face.

You don't need to ask to know that this must be a woman who died tragically for some reason, and in order to take revenge, she voluntarily fused her soul with magical energy, resisting the forced call of death.

It can be said that in the world of ordinary people, evil spirits like it are almost equal to invincible, and those half-hung exorcists or demon hunters cannot compete with them at all, and it will not be long before they will be tortured to madness......