"The host has been blessed by the god of mold, and the host has medium immunity to certain plague virus-type skills, the chance of accidents is reduced, and the host has the favor of the god of mold."

A series of hints from the Demon Pattern Medal made Ye Mo stunned, he originally thought that this old man was just a simple star envoy, but this blessing ceremony was obviously a medium blessing ceremony, and the status of this old man was probably higher than he imagined.

"Let's go, let's go, young man, I'll see you later......" The old man waved his hand and left into the distance, still looking like a hanger, but there was a little more mystery on his body.

Ye Mo was stunned, he didn't expect that a dozen pieces of gold Yao Stone would be able to obtain a medium blessing ceremony from a moldy god, and such a deal would inevitably be too cost-effective.

You must know that although the content of this ritual seems to be useless, just reducing the occurrence of accidents can already greatly strengthen Ye Mo's survivability, not to mention, the ritual acts on the soul, which means that the skeleton clone also bears this ritual.

People who have been blessed by the god of mold, then many people who do something to him, if their luck is not strong, it is very likely to be very unlucky.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, a large number of plants are missing, the soil on the earth is gradually desertified, and the wind blows, and the sky is full of dust.

The flame mage set fire to more than a dozen corpses, and the smell of scorching was in the air, but no one avoided it, because these were the corpses of his comrades.

The one who died the most was the rain of arrows from the Elven Ranger.

Gu Shanhe didn't cry, but Ye Mo noticed that his hand was holding the spear tightly, almost crushing the spear.

Several of Gu Hetao's classmates couldn't cry, and Zhang Hao, who was wearing glasses and received Ye Mo and them at the beginning, sat on the ground even more weakly......

The dead are gone, and the living have to go on.

"We discussed it, and with our identity, I'm afraid we won't be able to go to Heshi." Zhang Zhen said, firstly, they are also hostile to the Temple of War, and secondly, the war walkers are so careless about human life, I am afraid that if they go to Heshi, they will not be comfortable in the future.

"We want to go north with you, I heard that you are going to the capital, which is a military stronghold, and I also know a few comrades-in-arms, I think our life there will be better." Gu Shanhe said the same.

They didn't go to the capital because they were afraid that the journey would be too far, but now, the reality forced them to leave.

"Yes, you can, but I'm afraid we can't bring too many people, or it will slow us down." Ye Mo thought about it and agreed.

"That's not it, a few buses here, only three buses are their own people, and almost all of them are demon hunters around level 10 or even higher, as for the team behind, they won't follow us when they arrive in Heshi."

"The number of people going north adds up, there are about a hundred."

Ye Mo saw that the other party had already counted them, so he had no opinion.

"Okay, then we'll repair here for one night, and tomorrow we will go directly around He City and continue north."

Ye Mo looked at the people who kept leaving the team, many of them were already planning to settle down in He City, although the War Walkers didn't seem to be friendly, but they were all ordinary people, and those high-ranking people would never care about them.

Most people have this idea, they are too ordinary people, in this troubled world, just to survive, even if they want to believe in the goddess of war, it doesn't matter.

After discussing with Zhang Zhen and the others, Ye Mo found Lu Jiaqing, who was looking into the distance and watching the smoke rise in the distance.

Her hair was still blood-red, but the War Crest had faded.

Unlike the girls who were full of youth and beauty before, Lu Jiaqing now has a cold chill all over her body.

She is more like a flower blooming on the ice field, lonely and self-admiring, cold and arrogant, and her temperament is completely different from before.

Ye Mo sighed slightly in his heart, stepped forward, and stood side by side with her.

"You don't have to blame yourself, no one wants something like this to happen, if you want to blame us, blame us for being too weak."

"I know, everything is clear to me, old classmate, you don't have to comfort me...... I didn't know why you had to cultivate so hard, but in my opinion, with your strength, you can spend your time in the army in peace. ”

"But now it's finally clear that even if you don't get into trouble, trouble will come to you, and at this time, if you are not strong, then your life will be in danger, and even the people around you will be implicated."

"This is the sorrow of the weak."

"Before, I didn't dare to kill you in my dream, in fact, this is also a weakling, I have no confidence in myself, I know that you are fake, but I still can't do it, but now I have cut it off, but I am relaxed, it's not that I have forgotten, but my will is more determined, so the goddess of war has less influence on me."

The cold wind blows, the blood-colored long hair flies, and perhaps in the near future, there will be a generation of terrifying empresses rising.

Ye Mo secretly thought in his heart, the wishful thinking of the goddess of war, I was afraid that it would fail.

……

The night was silent, the air was cold and cold, and there were fewer and fewer people in the ranks, all of whom were rushing towards Heshi.

I heard that there was no death there, that there was food brought down from the heavenly realm, and that as long as you believed in the goddess of war, then life would be secured.

Ye Mo sneaked in directly, he had never been a gentleman, since the other party came to sneak attack him, then he didn't mind causing a little trouble to the Temple of War.

At night, the city of He, it was dark and gloomy, and there were also troops here, but unfortunately almost all of them were taken over by the Temple of War.

The Temple of War was located in the upper reaches of a large river, and within a few kilometers of him, almost no one could move, making it a no-go area.

"Let's go, hurry up, I don't have the strength to carry such a thing, and I still want to get food?" A war walker wearing a white war mask, holding a whip, scolds a group of about 100 humans.

There is an energy ore brought down by the Temple of War from the Heavenly Realm in the Great River, and it needs to be artificially fished up after it is mature, this energy ore needs to be matured in an environment with water, and can replace electricity, which is very common in the Heavenly Realm and the Abyss, but there is no one on the earth.

The energy stones are very heavy and uneven, and generally demon hunters below level 10 will be cut.

"Dad, I'm hungry ......" A little boy with a dirty face, pulling the corner of a middle-aged man's clothes, followed timidly, and his father was carrying a large piece of energy stone on his shoulder, the edges and corners pierced into the flesh, and the blood continued to flow.

In the ice and snow, the blood quickly froze again, and behind him, terrifying blood garments were formed.

He looked at the line in front of him, then at his child, gritted his teeth, took out a rancid dough bag from his pocket, and carefully handed it to his son.

"Eat, you won't be hungry after eating and drinking some water, and Dad will be able to get food after this trip."

The man showed a loving smile, but in the next second, his smile froze on his face, and a long sword pierced out of his chest, the tip of the sword did not stop, through the man's heart, and also pierced the little boy's throat.

One sword, two lives!

"Dare to be lazy? The people of the Nether are born slaves, and if they want to believe in our master, they must reach level 10 or above. ”

"Let's go, go to work, what are you going to see?" The Warwalker yelled, kicked the little boy and his father's corpses away, and left with a curse.

The corpse flipped in the air for several weeks before slamming to the ground.

Gollum......

A Huaxia coin rolled out of the little boy's clothes, rolled along the gravel path, and finally stopped next to a pair of riot boots.

Ye Mo bent down, picked up the one yuan that was still stained with hot blood, wiped it, and put it in his pocket.

"This is your reward, rest assured, on your Huangquan Road, there will be people walking with you."

A chill ran through his heart, the Warwalker's behavior was no different from the Abyss Demon in his eyes.

He looked at the war walker who was there, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and in the next second, the whole person sank into the shadows little by little.