Chapter 3176 Rice God

His voice was a little hesitant, mainly because Angel and others were blocked by the barrier, and he couldn't tell whether Angel was a human or a humanoid from the Mirror Domain.

In addition, he could vaguely feel the breath of aggregation energy in the barrier.

And aggregation energy is exclusive to the creatures in the Mirror Domain.

So, even if he walked up to ask, he was obviously hesitant.

Hearing his question, Laplace turned his head and didn't bother to pay attention; Luigi buried his head in plucking the strings in his hand and didn't take his words seriously.

The ponytail man could only look at Angel.

He remembered that it was Angel who was looking at him before.

Angel chuckled: "You asked us if we are 'also' human, meaning, are you human?"

The ponytail man didn't hide it and nodded: "Yes, I am human... You should be too, right?"

If Angel is not a human, there is no need to keep staring at him.

"Yes." Angel also admitted directly: "Southern Territory Wizard?"

After confirming that Angel was a human, the ponytail man did not show much intimacy, but his vigilant eyes were relieved a lot. In a strange world, meeting a kind of people is also a kind of fate.

"Strictly speaking, I am not a Southern Territory Wizard. But my ancestors came from the Southern Territory." The ponytail man said this and gently pinched a badge on his uniform: "I am from the Floating City and I am a blood hunter."

Angel's eyes also fell on the badge: a blood-stained sickle, and the background was the howling werewolf shadow.

Angel didn't know what the specific meaning of this badge was, but from what he said, this should be the exclusive logo of the blood hunter?

"Floating City, is it the floating city in the Savage Realm?" Angel asked.

"Yes." The ponytail man nodded and answered a little formally.

From his tone, you can also vaguely see his personality. It is estimated that he is also old-fashioned and serious, Angel thought to himself.

As for the "Floating City" he mentioned, it is a stronghold city built by the wizards of the Southern Region in the Savage Realm.

Angel didn't know much about the Floating City at first, but he heard some gossip in "The Plane Conquest Record", but as he came into contact with Red Sword Dox more, he had a better understanding of the Floating City.

It is basically the base camp of the bloodline wizards. Most of the bloodline wizards in the Southern Region will go to the Savage Realm to hunt and purify their blood.

The most famous event in the Floating City in the past hundred years is the declaration of the Maidi Square, which is also the hatred declaration of the bloodline wizards against the pure-blooded wizards.

Speaking of which, the ponytail man calls himself a "blood hunter". The so-called "blood hunting" does not mean hunting blood?

"Blood hunter, does it mean hunting blood?" Angel said to the ponytail man with the principle of asking if you don't understand.

The ponytail man was silent for a moment: "Similar, but what is hunted is not the blood of monsters, but the blood of sinners."

The blood of sinners? What does this mean? Angel wanted to continue asking, but seeing the attitude of the ponytail man, he didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Angel thought about it and didn't ask more, but changed the subject: "So, you are the descendant of the wizard of the Southern Region, but you were born in the Savage World?"

The ponytail man nodded: "Yes."

Angel smiled and said: "That also belongs to the wizard of the Southern Region. It's nice to meet you. I am also a wizard from the Southern Region... My name is Angel."

"Angel?" The ponytail man frowned: It sounds a bit familiar.

The ponytail man recalled carefully, but he couldn't remember where he heard this name... According to his memory, since he couldn't remember it, it might be that he heard it accidentally from some passers-by.

Although he didn't know who Angel was, he was sure that this name was not the sinner he hunted. In this case, there was no need to entangle the other party's identity.

Ponytail man: "My name is Rice God."

Rice God? Is this a name?

When Angel was wondering, the ponytail man suddenly turned his head and looked at the muscular man from the Ersi tribe who was traveling with him before. The other party was waving at him and pointing forward.

Daoshen seemed to think of something, and his eyes immediately became cold. He turned to Angel and said, "I'm glad to see my kind here. Although I don't know how you entered the mirror area, it is very dangerous here. I have important things to deal with now, so I can't continue to talk to you. But you should go to the party later? If you need my help at that time, you can contact me through it."

After saying this quickly, Daoshen took off his leather gloves, and his slender white fingers gently tapped the blood hunter badge before.

Blood light surged out instantly, but soon, the blood light was bound by Daoshen, and finally condensed into a red badge.

It looks the same as the original blood hunter badge, but it looks more illusory, like a phantom product.

He handed the illusory badge to Angel, and then said: "Crush it and you can contact me. As a fellow human, I hope you... take care."

After saying that, the God of Rice said no more, turned around and walked quickly towards the Ersi tribe.

When the God of Rice and the Ersi tribe joined, they suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

Among the tribes in front, a black-robed man seemed to sense something, lowered his body and turned into a pool of dark water, which merged into the shadows and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...

Angel did not see the black-robed man who turned into dark water in the crowd, but he could feel that the God of Rice seemed to be chasing someone. In the spacious corridor that looked like a river, he and the muscular man of the Ersi tribe ran in the same direction at the same time.

Maybe there are people they are chasing in that direction?

"Blood hunters...hunting for the blood of sinners?" Angel murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that he is hunting the so-called sinners?"

However, in the eyes of the rice god, what is a sinner?

Angel was originally muttering, and he didn't think that anyone would really answer.

But Laplace, who had never spoken, gave the answer: "Blood hunters were born in the Savage Realm. You can understand it as an extreme sect composed of a part of the humans in the Savage Realm."

"The sinners they are talking about are those who cooperate with the Wild God of the Savage Realm in order to gain power. That is what you call "human traitors."

"Of course, there are more than these traitors. They will also hunt some half-blood people."

Half-blood people are the hybrids of barbarians and humans.

The appearance of the barbarians is almost the same as that of humans. Some wizards have studied the barbarians. Tracing their ancestry is still unrelated to humans. Instead, they are closer to some monsters in the void. But strangely, there is no reproductive isolation between the barbarians and humans. This is also the main reason why the Savage Realm is eyeing the South Region.

The Baruba that Angel knew was a hybrid of barbarians and humans.

Because of Baruba, Angel didn't have much resentment towards half-blood people; moreover, there were actually quite a few half-blood people in the wizarding world.

Although the extreme sects had always said they wanted to "recycle", their enforcement was not that strong.

In this sense, the extreme sects actually acquiesced to the fact that some half-blood people existed.

Even the wizarding world in the southern region didn't kill all the half-blood people, so why would the blood hunters in the wild world hunt half-blood people?

Facing Angel's doubts, Laplace shook his head: "I don't know, and I don't understand why they would attack half-blood people. Maybe they think that half-blood people would be more easily controlled by wild gods?"

"However, blood hunters are also divided into extremes and conservatives. The extremes would hunt half-blood people, and the conservatives generally wouldn't do so. The rice god just now should be a conservative."

"How to judge conservative and extreme?" Angel asked in confusion.

Laplace pointed to the badge in Angel's hand: "Generally speaking, extremists will not leave this thing. In other words, extremists will not wear this badge at all."

Extremists will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. They will not wear badges in a blatant manner to tell others that they are blood hunters, nor will they wear blood hunter uniforms. Instead, they will be like a dormant venomous snake. As long as they find prey, they will sneak up on them and launch a sneak attack when they are not prepared.

Conservatives, on the other hand, are more old-fashioned and follow their own set of rules. It is a bit like the code of chivalry. They will rigidly imprint what they should and should not do in their hearts.

They usually wear uniforms and badges to show their identity.

Of course, they will not be so old-fashioned that they will stick to the rules until their death. They will also hide their identities according to the current situation, but they will still act in accordance with the rules at ordinary times.

Compared with extremists, conservatives are actually more flexible and have more "justice".

"He left the badge to Angel the first time we met. Does that mean he is a good person?" Luigi muttered.

Laplace glanced at Luigi and said lightly: "It is not appropriate to distinguish good from bad simply by faction."

There may be hot-tempered gentlemen in the extremists, and there are gentle beasts in the conservatives. But in the end, the reputation of conservatives is definitely better than that of extremists.

Luigi: "Do you think this rice god has any ill will towards Angel?"

Laplace did not answer directly, but whispered: "Angel should know this better than me."

Angel has the ability to perceive emotions, and Laplace noticed this even if it was not explicitly stated.

Angel: "At present, he has no ill will towards me. But this cannot judge whether the rice god is good or bad... Speaking of which, his name is really difficult to pronounce."

In the common language of the mainland, both rice and gods are relatively long words, and the syllables are a bit confusing. Combined, it is like reciting a string of tongue twisters.

Laplace: "It shouldn't be his real name. Blood hunters are used to using code names. This may be his code name. However, I remember that there is a wild god called Rice God in the Savage World..." Laplace didn't think much about it. She could feel that this Rice God did not have any divine power, which meant that he had never come into contact with wild gods. So, it might just be a coincidence. Angel muttered "Rice God" in a low voice, and remembered this person. Next, Angel studied the badge in his hand while moving forward. After a while, he confirmed that the badge was indeed an illusion. However, it was not created out of thin air, but had a medium. Its medium was a drop of diluted blood. The appearance of the badge is not important, what is important is this drop of blood. By destroying the internal structure of this drop of blood, it can connect to a similar structure in the distance. What the Rice God said, "You can contact it by crushing the badge", probably depends on the induction of this internal structure. After understanding the principle of the badge, Angel didn't study it much and put it away. ...

About five minutes later, they arrived at a huge crystal cave.

The surrounding area was full of pink, yellow, and green crystals, and the light source projected from above made the entire cave look a bit dreamy.

However, not many people can appreciate such a dreamy scene.

At least, the major races that "set up stalls" here don't care about the dreamy light around them at all. They just keep watching the people coming and going, looking for possible suckers.

Yes, this hole, which is larger than the New City Square, is full of small stalls set up by the races in the mirror.

But this is not the main station of the siege party, this is just a small "appetizer".

"This is a free trade zone." Luigi: "There are more than a dozen such areas, all surrounding the main station of the siege party."

"Those who set up stalls here, from the perspective of the race as a whole, are all some races with not very strong strength... However, there are also some powerful individuals who don't get invitations but want to sell things."

In other words, there is a high probability of finding good things here.

"You mean, we can also set up stalls here?" Angel asked, touching his chin.

Luigi: "Yes, you can... But if you want to promote the login, there is no need to set up a stall here."

"Leave the promotion of the login to Gleipnir. If you want to sell other things, you can set up a stall here."

"Do you have anything to sell?"

Angel thought about it and shook his head: "No."

Luigi's eyes lit up: "Then why don't you accompany me to look for it here, is there any suitable music?"

Angel: "..."

Luigi: "There are also many good things here, maybe you can find what you like here?"

Angel: "Even if there is something you like, there is no crystal..."

Angel said this, his eyes fixed on Luigi.

Luigi took a step back and waved to Angel: "I don't have much crystal, it's enough to buy music at the moment... You want crystal, you won't be short of it after the login is promoted, or you can sell something casually..."

"By the way, I just saw a stall selling musical instruments, maybe there are also music scores, I'll go and have a look." After speaking, Luigi turned around and left impatiently.

Luigi ran away quickly, while Angel turned to look at Laplace.

His eyes asked: Are we going to stay here?

Laplace thought for a moment and said softly: "On the first day, there is nothing to see at the siege party except the display stand. And the display stand will not be open until all races gather together."

In other words, even if there are shops at the siege party, because there are display books, if you want to buy something, you can just look at the display books. In terms of the liveliness, it may not be more lively than here.

You can walk around here first.

By the way, wait for Gleipnir.

Since Laplace said so, Angel nodded indifferently. He was indeed a little curious about the products of each race.