Yīn Shadow separated its subtle tentacles and quietly passed the Fire Elemental Elder guarding the doorway and infiltrated the valley.

As soon as I entered here, I felt like I had entered another world.

Blue sky and white clouds, blowing a gentle breeze.

A huge lake, with the occasional fat fish or two jumping out of the water, causing ripples in circles.

The meadow is like a back garden, with silly stupid dogs running, hare walking like flying, and nǎi cows walking. Zebras, wild boars, lions, tigers, lazily basking in the sun.

There's also a vegetable patch growing fruits and vegetables that can only be found in the human world.

The tent in the middle resembles a human villa, cushioned with thick and neat horizontal logs. The skull of an unknown beast dried at the door, pressed with a strip of red cloth, fluttered in the wind.

The entire valley, except for these animals, was empty.

The Shadow Tentacles cautiously poked into the tent, which was larger and wider than the outside could be seen with the naked eye.

There are bookshelves, there are specimens of flora and fauna, there are frames of air-dried animal heads.

It seems to be hanging on the roof of the canopy in the sky, and there is a three-headed dragon head hanging together.

The beast bone staff, with its skull and dried corpse, was inserted in the most Zhōng Yāng of the hall.

This is where the most mysterious great shaman of the orcs lived?

Where did the Great Shaman go?

The hidden yīn shadow squirmed little by little, scouting the inside and out.

Empty.

Rouman's withered body, his arms lifted by severed fingers, his feet stiffly tucked into his arms, his eyes closed, and he did not respond to Al's whispered call.

This is obviously not the same as the beast bone staff, but Yīn Shadow does not dare to approach.

Al waited for a long time, but the great shaman was not there, and finally tentatively stood up with a flesh and blood puppet.

As soon as the flesh puppet appeared, Al's body, far away from the valley, stiffened, and the light and shadow in front of him changed, and he was forced to switch positions with the flesh puppet, unable to move.

Reverse spelling.

Next to the Staff of Beast Bone, there is a wooden platform invisible to Yīn's shadow, on which lies an orc infected by the plague.

In front of the wooden platform, stood a tall and clumsy orc, as burly as the legendary rock giant.

His yīn shadow was invisible, Alastel couldn't see it, and his electromagnetic scans couldn't find any trace of the orc.

This orc was right in front of him.

Great Shaman.

The Great Shaman hunched his back, and his thick hands held a slender sacrificial knife to slice through the orcs lying on the wooden platform, the sarcomas caused by the plague.

The stinking pus and blood that flowed from the cut sarcoma was usually motionless for a while, motionless.

The great shaman lifted the reading glasses on his face and looked at it carefully.

"Botulinum neurotoxin? A gram that kills 100 million people?"

"You scientists are really crazy. ”

The great shaman turned around, with a supple white hair and beard, like a kind old man. Even if he is an orc, he has an elegant taste with glasses.

If it weren't for the white bone ornaments around here, and the altar of the mysterious yīn sen, Al would have thought he was a venerable scholar.

"On such a day, more than 100,000 orcs have died. ”

"Won't you say something about the disaster you've caused?"

Al is in the mortal world, the second time he has encountered such a powerful being.

Ernest II, who slashed through space with a sword, felt less powerful than an orc like this scholar.

Al's dry lips opened, but he couldn't say anything.

It's not that he's bound by a mysterious power, it's that he has nothing to say.

There is no pride in creating this catastrophe, no excitement in slaughter, no guilt in slaughter.

Perhaps, a little guilty.

However, he glanced at the miserable Ruauman and lowered his eyebrows.

The great shaman's broad palm touched Lu Oman's dry head.

"Merlin sent him here, I thought he was interested in my new human subject, but I didn't expect it to lead to such a catastrophe. ”

"Eighth man, do you understand my grief?"

Al suddenly raised his head and looked at the Great Shaman excitedly.

"You're also the owner of the Wheel of Destiny?"

The Great Shaman scoffed.

"Owner?"

Pull down your reading glasses and look at Al.

"It seems that you don't know anything. ”

He stretched out his hand, and something flew out of Al's body.

Doom Maiden stuffed in his hand, the gear of fate.

"This thing is what you newcomers dare to put on your body without knowing whether to live or die. ”

The dead gear of fate was flicked by the great shaman's hand, and it came back to life, constantly spinning, in a vain attempt to fly into the great shaman's body, but could not get an inch.

"Eighth man, do you know your true mission?"

"My mission?"

Someone mentioned this again, the first time it was the ancient god of death Jeger, and the second time it was the great shaman.

What exactly is his mission?

"Sararan was the first to become a god. Caesar also made a god. 【Zero Zero Reading Book 00kxs】Jim Carrey doesn't know whether he is alive or dead and wants to be a god. Merlin doesn't know how to become a god, but he wants to transcend it. Li Qing was deceived into preparing to become a god. ”

"One after the other, into this pit. ”

"He's a bastard who still has that tempting piece of cake on us, and even though he knows it's a trap, he can't help but step into it. ”

"We stupid people, we are all looking for the ultimate in power. ”

Only the little girl Inmeryl was unmoved. ”

"All seven of us are exactly like gods, do you know what your mission is?"

Al shook his head blankly, looking at him longingly, hoping that he would tell the truth and unlock his secret.

The great shaman smiled elegantly, and there was a dead silence around him for a moment.

It's as if space has lost time.

The terrifying pressure also enveloped Al, and the figure of the great shaman suddenly became as majestic as a giant in Al's eyes.

"Your presence is truly an amazing idea. ”

"Caesar thought I wouldn't kill you, and it was. ”

"But he leads you to the steppes, hastening your madness, slaughtering my orcs, and stimulating your growth. ”

"He has been a god for so long that he has forgotten that mortals have feelings. ”

The great shaman held the staff of animal bones, as if the world was vibrating.

Al's heart pounded, and the force almost shattered it.

The pus and blood in his hand, taken from the plague orcs, uttered a mysterious call.

The plague-wailing orcs on the grassland howled from the heavens.

Filthy blood separated from their bodies like a river.

Converge to the sky, converge to this valley, converge into the hands of the great shaman.

The huge plague toxin, the ominous poison of doom, condensed into a mass.

"No!"

The phantom of the Lady of Plague screamed in the sky, irresistibly converging into the filthy liquid in the Great Shaman's hands.

The voice of the Great Shaman is loud and majestic!

"You deserve to pay for your actions and taste our pain. ”

"Look at him Caesar, if he really thinks he can control everything!"

"Life and death, you choose!" (To be continued)

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