The old village chief died, and just now, he went home, but he was killed. His killer was being escorted by Feren and the others, followed by a long line of angry villagers, and at the end of the grief-stricken Djoka.

The old village chief is actually quite skilled, and ordinary young men may not be his opponents, but he didn't expect that there would be spies from the Syndicate bandit army into the village. When he grabbed the stranger for interrogation, he was blackened and stabbed into the vital point with a dagger.

Instead of tying up the man, Faeron directly broke his arms up to elbows, pierced his collarbone with his sword, and carried him alive. By the time this spy was accustomed to being in front of Cheng Xiaotian, he was already covered in blood and dying.

After Cheng Xiaotian figured out the reason, a touch of anger appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Say it, I won't kill you if I say it, otherwise, I will let you die for a whole year."

The pale face of the bandit army spy was shocked, gave up the struggle, and said the plan of action of the Diffia army.

"Are you sure it's three days later?" Cheng Xiaotian asked casually while analyzing the news he heard. The Defia bandit army is about 1,000 in number on the Alterac Mountains, and it will indeed take at least three days to gather and kill here.

The bandit spies hurriedly pleaded: "This gentleman, I am telling the truth, I only hope that you will keep your promise and not kill me."

Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand in disgust, "I won't kill you, now you can go." ”

The spies couldn't believe it, and really let themselves go like this?

But it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, you have to run if you let it go or not, and the spies hurriedly struggled to get up, endured the pain, and ran desperately eastward. He had just run twenty meters out, only to hear Cheng Xiaotian behind him shout: "Zhuoka!"

Sa!

A sharp sound of breaking the air was instantly chased, and the spy felt a pain in his heart, and fell to the ground, all the air accumulated in his lungs sprayed out, blowing dust and flying, but he could never suck it back.

Unable to understand his hatred, Zoka rushed to the corpse, grabbed his hair and lifted it up, and with a mistake of his short knife, he had cut off the head.

"I'll show Grandpa." With his head in his hand, Djoka strode towards the village, and immediately a group of men followed.

Cheng Xiaotian sighed, glanced at the villagers who were tied up, and ordered: "Let them go first, before tonight, they will be fine."

Those infected villagers have been tied up for a long time, and if they don't loosen their ties, they are afraid that their hands and feet will be useless. As soon as Cheng Xiaotian's words fell, the relatives immediately rushed over, each looking for their own family members, and untied those people.

Cheng Xiaotian walked up to Galda's side and looked up and down.

Gerda was stared at by him, and moved his wrist and whispered, "Your Excellency, ...... Lord"

"Reach out." Cheng Xiaotian said quietly.

Gelda was a little puzzled, glanced at his wife, and obediently stretched out his hand. As soon as his hand was halfway stretched out, a white light flashed in front of him, Cheng Xiaotian turned around and left, only then did he feel a pain in his fingers, and a hole had been opened on his middle finger.

The villagers sat on the ground, looking at Cheng Xiaotian's distant back, their eyes full of reverence.

After leaving the village, Cheng Xiaotian walked into the damp taiga, his left hand was weak, and a drop of blood was wrapped in spiritual power and rolled in the palm of his hand. After about ten minutes, the blood was exhausted, and only a blue star remained in the palm of his hand, flickering and flickering.

This is the spell, which was accelerated by Cheng Xiaotian with spiritual power.

After finding a secluded place, Cheng Xiaotian flew to the top of an old redwood tree and sat down, and began to unravel the spell. Once again, he will use the energy of the sea to fully understand the structure of this spell.

I have to say, this is the stupidest method, but it is the only way that works now.

The characteristics of all things in the world come from different structures, and if the structure can be understood, nothing will be incomprehensible. Of course, this is just a theory, and it is difficult to do, this time, Cheng Xiaotian will be analyzed to the mustard level, and the accuracy is no less than that of an electron microscope.

That bit of blue starlight was suspended in front of Cheng Xiaotian, and his hands began to use his spiritual power to sketch in the air, and an entangled double helix gradually revealed. And that's just the beginning, and the whole job is expected to take at least eight hours.

It was noon, Cheng Xiaotian paused for a second, blinked, and then continued. There was a crisp birdsong from the south, and the five-colored bird flew over, stopped on Cheng Xiaotian's shoulder, and after "chirping", he stared curiously at the three-dimensional pattern that had been copied.

Now that the pair of double helixes was halfway completed, emitting a faint golden light, levitating in front of Cheng Xiaotian and slowly spinning.

Cheng Xiaotian's hands did not stop, his face was solemn, but his heart was a little relieved, the bird brought the news of Blue Feather, and he would arrive in the evening. Later, Little Barton and Lan Ya each led 500 Shushan Revenge Legion soldiers to come, and they are expected to arrive in seven days.

The big war is about to start, and there will never be a cancer like the Syndicate behind him, and Cheng Xiaotian has made up his mind to completely uproot them.

In the afternoon, Cheng Xiaotian let out a long breath, and with a gentle blow, the blue star dissipated, leaving only the one-meter-high replica. Although the structure of the two is exactly the same, this replica will never be contagious, because Cheng Xiaotian found that the original spell was composed of the energy of the blue moonlight, and therefore, this spell would only be activated when the blue moon shone on the earth.

So, the question arises again, what kind of cultivation should this person do if he can build the power of moonlight into a curse? Why do you have to use the power of the blue moonlight? Don't...... Is there something wrong with the blue moon itself?

Just as he was thinking about himself, a piercing scream came from the south, and Cheng Xiaotian stood up with a happy face. I saw a blue crow flying from the south, it was the druid-Blue Feather-Night Wind who had entered the third order.

With the help of this herbalist, things are much simpler.

To tell the truth, this crow is very beautiful, and its feathers are as smooth as silk, and the light is flowing, and it can be seen that this fellow Blue Feather must be combed from time to time. It is said that since he was able to transform into a crow, he rarely appeared in human form, flying around the newly completed fortress all day long, swaggering everywhere.

"Am I pretty?" This sentence has become the mantra of the Arathi Basin, but at the beginning, Lan Yu asked when he met people, and later it became that others asked first when Lan Yu met him......

"Am I pretty?" Lan Yu circled around Cheng Xiaotian and asked triumphantly. However, after he saw the copied spell, his eyes froze, and he quickly returned to his human form to observe, and stretched out his finger to touch it.

"In your words, it's a curse that can turn people into half-man, half-wolf beasts." Cheng Xiaotian said lightly.

Lan Yu was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly retracted his hand, and then climbed up to his handsome face in shock, and shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible!" You actually unlocked the curse of the moon god? It's magic! ”

Cheng Xiaotian's eyes lit up, it seemed that Lan Yu knew the source of this spell, but now was obviously not the time to explore this. "It's nothing, leave this alone, the curse is spreading here, we need to find a way to get rid of it."

Blue Feather swallowed his saliva when he heard this, the original druid leader Malfurion-Fury was helpless against this curse, so he could only seal the sickle-claw druids into the Emerald Dream Realm, you actually said that this is nothing, isn't this a slap in the face of the whole continent......

But after thinking about it, he still hasn't come up with a result from the Purifying Pill, and with Cheng Xiaotian's "crowning" Azeroth's pharmaceutical attainments, it seems reasonable to unlock this eternal curse.

"I have a way, but ......" Lan Yu glanced at Cheng Xiaotian obliquely, "However, you have to teach me the recipe and refining method of the Cleansing Pill." ”

The Cleansing Pill is the lowest level of pills, but Lan Yu is interested in this, he found that the effect of this medicine can be superimposed, if he can match it, he can keep eating it, a hundred, a thousand...... It's fascinating to think about.

Since he practiced the "Condensing Qi Decision", he also has spiritual power, and refining the marrow cleansing pill is completely sufficient, but now he only lacks a method.

"Yes." Cheng Xiaotian agreed, "However, can you really find a way?" ”

Lan Yu smiled, quite treacherous, this matter was impossible before, but now with this replica, it is not difficult.

"The curse is alive, just reverse its nature, and it will go and find the antidote on its own." Lan Yu beckoned triumphantly, and a green point of light poured out of his palm, which was a natural spell he had cast with his wood spirit power.

With that, the natural blessing composed of spiritual power poured into the replica, and the golden double helix turned emerald green little by little, and began to sway and stretch, slowly floating.

"If it falls on something, it must be the antidote." Blue Feather said triumphantly, and before the words fell, the green spiral shrank, fell weakly, and fell on the branch of the sequoia tree...... (To be continued.) )