"Medusa's Cry", also known as "Mourning Snake Hair", is a racial prop that every Medusa has to make once in her life. The material is a special snake hair taken from Medusa's head, and combined with the tears of the heart, it is necessary to make such a natural prop that is enough to resist the effect of petrification. In addition, the higher the class level of the maker, the greater the resistance to the Petrified Eye. And with Fanny's level, if you wear her "Sorrowful Snake Hair", you can fully immune to Medusa's petrification attacks below the Pole, which can be regarded as a good achievement.

Of course, "sad snakehair" is actually a very, very personal thing, once in a lifetime, and the nemesis of "petrified eyes", so Medusa has always either not done it, or made it must be given to her lover. But Moriarty is now forcing Fanny to sacrifice her "grief and snake hair", which is in some ways no different from forcing her to "dedicate herself", which is considered despicable in Medusa's eyes. It's a pity that in order to survive and get back the power that belongs to her, Fanny has no choice but to obey her fate.

"Very well, I believe in your sincerity. Now that I have received this 'advance payment', I will naturally fulfill my promise. ”

In another hostel in the Free Zone, Moriarty gently took the snakehair from Medusa and smiled with satisfaction.

Unlike Fanny's withered bun, the "Medusa Cry" in Moriarty's hand is a brilliant bright gold, like a snake cone made of pure gold. And when I touched it, I felt that my tentacles were slightly hot, as if there was still a hot tear boiling in it.

And see the dark elves caressing "Medusa's cry". For some reason, Fanny suddenly felt some unspeakable heat and shame, as if the other party's fingers were not touching the snake's hair that had left her body, but was caressing its own body.

"Humph! This bastard! ”

Gritting her teeth, Medusa forced herself to suppress this strange feeling that made her extremely uncomfortable, and at the same time turned her gaze to the dark elf and said secretly.

However, Moriarty naturally didn't care about Fanny's unwilling eyes, and looked at the golden snake cone for a moment, then put it away, and then said, "Okay." Let's start the second treatment. Do you want a healing potion? ”

"Humph!"

Medusa could only glare at the dark elves fiercely. Then he grabbed the test tube in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

For the rest of the day, Moriarty and the others stayed in their rooms in the hostel.

During this period, many people came to visit or planned to contact this powerful enchanter. Behind it are different forces representing the city or the caravans from outside. Merely. Visitors to the Moriarty are closed. Without pretense of color. And the more this is the case, the outside world is more curious and valued by this mysterious enchanter master, and they have speculated about his true identity.

Of course. For Julob and d'Artagnan of the Crucible Tribe, even if someone in the dungeon is sprinkled in public now, it has nothing to do with them. All the two minotaurs are thinking about tomorrow's final of the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance" and the celebration ceremony for the maze keepers after the finals.

Whether the tribe can return to the ancestral spirit hall sequence after two hundred years of wandering, and whether the young people of the tribe can get along with other tribes on an equal footing and gain respect in the future, all of these will depend on the expression of the two of them tomorrow.

"D'Artagnan, tomorrow, even if you die in the martial arts arena, you must win the first game." Although he knew that such a request was a kind of ruthless persecution for the young Minotaur, Jolob, who was also burdened with the fate of the tribe and had no way out, could only say so cruelly to d'Artagnan.

"Don't worry, I won't die in battle." And d'Artagnan, who had been silently wiping the enchanted battle axe in his hand, didn't even raise his head, but just smiled deeply.

"That's good!" Looking at the tribal children who were maturing and becoming powerful at an astonishing rate, Jolob nodded contentedly, and then turned away without saying a word.

Another ten hours passed, and finally, the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance" officially began in the square in front of the Minotaur Lord's Mansion.

As the opening program of the 300th birthday ceremony of the maze keeper, the scene of "performing martial arts" is grand and solemn.

All the minotaurs in the "Dark Neon Color" gathered in front of the Minotaur Lord's Mansion at this moment, and stood in an orderly manner according to the different tribes of their respective tribes. In the huge square, hundreds of stout minotaurs form a sea of Minotaur as far as the eye can see. Although the square was always solemn and silent, silent as snow, just the heavy white mist breathed by the rolling minotaur gathered like a cloud of smoke, and it actually enveloped the entire square, making people feel palpitations and tremble.

In the middle of the square, a newly built platform is about ten meters above the ground, enough for the Minotaurs near and far to see clearly. That's the final, of course.

At the same time, about fifty meters in front of the high platform, that is, in front of the lord's palace, another throne made of huge rocks, with black marble on top and inlaid with gold lines, looked like its owner, proudly overlooking the entire square. That's the seat of the Cleveland man, no doubt.

"When! While! While! ”

Finally, the time for celebration has officially arrived. With the loud sound of three hundred magnificent and mighty bronze bells, the "Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance" is about to begin.

In the expectant, excited, and even fearful gaze of all the Minotaurs, a tall, muscular, mountain-like figure strode out of the lord's mansion and walked straight towards the golden marble throne.

"Meet Cleveland!"

In an instant, all the minotaurs in the square seemed to have a heart in their hearts, kneeling down on one knee in unison, who had rarely appeared in front of the public for a hundred years, and bowed respectfully. Even, on the totem staff of some torch prophets, the souls of the ancestral spirits of various tribes also appeared one by one, bending down to salute the maze keepers with soul bodies.

"That's it, get up."

Sitting steadily on the throne, Cleveland looked around the square and said lightly.

The voice of this extreme powerhouse was not loud, but it could resound throughout the square, and even caused an oscillating "buzz" in the air. And for some reason, the voice of a fourteenth-level extreme powerhouse who had reached the age of three hundred was so clear and transparent, like a teenager. Could it be that in the body of Jidao, even time has to take a half step back and let it stay young forever?

It was only then that the kneeling minotaur in the square dared to slowly stand up, and then looked with careful and respectful gaze at the legendary Minotaur, most of whom had seen him for the first time.

I saw sitting high on a marble gold seat, Cleveland with his hand on his jaw and his back against the stone seat, his expression was neither deep nor joyful, but calm as water. And on a pair of horns above its head, a totemic fire with a faint golden glow was burning, although it was not blazing, but it had a power that made people dare not look directly.

Despite being three hundred years old, the face of the Labyrinth Keeper was the same as his voice, looking extremely young, resolute and strong. Only those pale blue eyes, although clear, are full of the vicissitudes of time and endless stories, which are unforgettable.

However, what is surprising is that Cleveland, who is high on the throne, still holds a small minotaur in his arms.

The calf was immature, petite, and had a lovely face, especially a pair of horns on its head, which were indescribably pitiful, and wanted to come forward and pinch it gently. And on the little calf's horns, there is also a pair of snow-white pompoms, which keep shaking with the little calf's head and swinging his head, which is very interesting.

"Who's that?"

All the foreign tribesmen who saw the little bull's head couldn't help but be slightly startled, but they didn't dare to make any strange noise. And only a few well-informed big tribal leaders know that the calf is actually Eva, the great-granddaughter of the Maze Keeper, who is extremely favored, and it is said that the "status" in "Dark Neon" is even higher than that of "Future Martial Saint" Redok.

"Let's get started."

Holding Eva in a round ball with one hand, and teasing the little calf's little Joan nose with the other, the maze keeper said casually.

"Yes, sir!"

Immediately, the chief warrior in front of the hall, Merkalis, who was standing on the side, beat his chest and saluted, and then turned sharply towards the direction of the square: "The final of the 'Ancestral Spirit Sacrifice - Totem Fighting Performance' starts now!" In the first game, the sixth-level totem fighter of the 'Crucible Tribe', d'Artagnan, faced Montaigne, the sixth-level torch prophet of the 'Kasha Tribe'! ”

"Come on, kid! In front of Cleveland's eyes, hold up the banner of the 'Melting Pot'! ”

The order of the battle was completely random, but the eight players had already been notified, and in the crowd, Jolob looked at d'Artagnan, who had been waiting on the high platform in the distance, and said fiercely in his heart.

At the same time, the minotaurs of the other tribes around were full of wonderful expressions.

In the final martial arts finals, the children of the tribe and the descendants of the dungeon each have four places, which seems to be fair. But the problem is that among the four people on the tribe side, there is a guy from the "wild tribe", and he has also received a lot of praise from Redoc in the preliminaries. This has to be said to be a mockery and slap in the face of the regular tribes around them who are in the noble ancestral spirit hall sequence, which makes most orthodox minotaurs feel disgraced.

As if sensing the countless heavy gazes cast around him, d'Artagnan, who was walking on the high platform, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to show an extremely bright smile to his fellow clansmen in the square, while the battle axe in his hand was waved seemingly casually.

"Boom!"

Immediately, a series of sharp sonic booms exploded like spring thunder, making most of the minotaurs look sideways.

On the other side of the high platform, Redoc couldn't help but smile as he looked at d'Artagnan, who continued to climb the stairs. (To be continued......)