Chapter 514 Chapter 512 Flesh Refining Workshop
A dazzling holy light cut through the pitch-black sky, maintaining the posture of holding the butcher's knife high, the butcher's pig's head has been annihilated in the holy light.
The body fell heavily on the ground, and with the butcher's knife shrouded in black mist, the butcher's body turned into ashes floating in the sky, falling on Edgar's face, allowing him to break free from fear and anger.
"Sure enough, I read you right, Edgar, you are a born warrior, your holy light is unique, you can kill many powerful black mist monsters, even a butcher is no match for you."
Coming to Edgar's side, Tours laughed and patted the hunter's shoulder.
"How do you feel now? Can you feel the connection with Kitty?"
Clutching the holy stone weapon in his hand, Edgar whispered.
"Master Tours, I don't know if this is a connection, but I know that Kitty is responding to my voice."
"Haha, that's right. It seems that Kitty has accepted you. In this case, I will give Kitty to you as a gift. Use it to eliminate more evil and ghosts. It can play a better role in your hands." Great effect, once the black mist is dispelled, I will take you to the secret stronghold of the Illuminati Sect and hold an initiation ceremony for you."
After calming down, Edgar nodded gratefully, and expressed his thanks to Tours again.
After the death of the hungry butcher, calm was restored in the black mist. As if knowing that there was danger here, the lingering ghosts left for other places one after another. After the danger passed, Edgar, whose adrenaline was soaring, was eager to meet more evil spirits. ghost.
"What shall we do next? Master Tours, I want to try to use Kitty to destroy more monsters."
Probably guessing Edgar's state of mind at this time, Tours stroked his beard and smiled.
"Go in the direction of Nascote, find the origin of the black mist in Nascote, purify the monsters there, and dispel the black mist.
Edgar, I'm sure the black mist won't recede on its own this time. These evil spirits and monsters seem to be looking for something other than plundering souls. Presumably Nascote will be more dangerous than here, but with your help, we can Then there will be greater confidence..."
Tours shut his mouth abruptly.
"Pa-ta, pa-ta..."
The sound of heavy boots stomping on the floor tiles is full of deadly pressure. The harsh sound of heavy metal weapons across the floor tiles is like an armed submarine with sonar turned on in the deep sea, attracting monsters in the dark depths. Hearing his voice but not seeing his person, it gave Tours a sense of fear of becoming a prey.
As Tours' voice gradually froze, the two turned around slowly at the same time, looked in the direction behind them, and clenched the holy stone weapons tightly.
A man with a big evil sword walked out of the black mist slowly, looking at everything in front of him indifferently as if he didn't pay attention to any monsters.
The gray-green elemental robe engraved with the axiom and normal line is windless and automatic, and his long jet-black hair is tied behind him, shoulder height, and the thick brown heavy boots step on Tours and Edgar's heart was on the two of them until the man stopped and looked at himself.
"Is it Elder Yuen? But if it is Yuen, how can he wear the robe that Alai can only wear?"
Seeing the noble robe that only Yunalai could wear, Edgar put down Kitty in his hand, and murmured in disbelief.
Turning his head to look at Edgar, Tours struggled to squeeze out a few strands of air from his lungs to allow himself to speak. How many people has the man in front of him killed?
"Edgar, do you still have such characters in Ixtar?"
"Lestat, Ixtar Great Elementalist."
After confirming that the annoying ghosts had escaped from him, Lester put Aatrox back into the scabbard on his back, and he probably guessed the identities of the two.
"The hunter Arie Edgar, and the guest Tours from afar."
Slowly approaching the two of them, Lester smiled a little more on his indifferent face, which greatly relieved the pressure on the two of them.
"Like you, I am here to prevent this disaster."
Having said that, the preemptive Lester looked at Tours deliberately, and saluted the middle-aged man.
"Your Excellency Tours, I have learned of your good deeds from Elder Marvin, please allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of Yun Alai and the rescued people of Ixtar, thank you for reaching out to Ixtar His helping hand has saved the lives of many innocent people."
"Great, great... Great Elementalist? Are you the Ixtali Grandmaster Lester who replaced Archmage Wilmot?"
"If the Wilmot you said was the former Great Elementalist, then it's me."
Lester shrugged and patted Edgar's shoulder, which made Edgar feel flattered.
He successfully found the sect of light that he most wanted to get in touch with. Lester was in a good mood. Getting in touch with the light sentry as soon as possible is only good and not bad. Before the ruined legion invades the material realm, the emerald collar must obtain the holy stone weapon making craft and enough According to the connection between Shadow Island and the underworld, the holy stone weapon may also have an effect on Mordekaiser's underworld army.
The [Holy Stone] for making holy stone weapons can only be found on the Shadow Island. There was no clear goal at first, but this time I actually found the secret sect that has continued on the Blessed Isle in the black mist.
The white robe and holy stone weapon are the best identification marks, and the possibility of error is very small.
Lester's eyes glanced at the gun-shaped weapons in Edgar and Tours's hands inadvertently, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. If he guessed correctly, the thing in their hands should be the holy stone weapon that restrains the black mist .
"Your Excellency Lester... who are you?"
Unlike Edgar, who has completely trusted Leicester, Tours has always had lingering palpitations in his heart. He has practiced a method that can distinguish between good and evil from the secret technique of Helia kept by the Illuminati sect. The spell, at this moment, has played a role that I don't know whether it is good or bad.
Generally speaking, the more life the observed target takes, the more fearful he will react. At this moment, he thought he was well-informed and found that he could not stand in front of Lester with his endurance, so he had to withdraw. The technique, which made his face not too ugly.
"You may consider me a fugitive prisoner, Mr. Tours, do you have any questions?"
Smiling calmly, Lester whispered in a friendly voice.
"Please forgive me if I have brought bad feelings to Your Excellency Tours."
"Your Excellency Leicester, you don't have any problem, it's my problem, please forgive me..."
Edgar, who didn't know why, stared blankly at the two people who were bewildered with respectful words. The hunter suddenly had the illusion that he was an outsider. Fortunately, the two were not procrastinating riddlers, and soon got down to business. .
"No matter what, I have to try to disperse this disaster and find the traces of Elder Rogier. I am going to Nascote to find out the reason for the black mist. I wonder what your Lord Tours' plans are next?"
"Your Excellency Leicester, in fact, Edgar and I are also planning to go to Nascote Village to see if we can prevent this disaster..."
Under Lester's active guidance, Tours chose to go together, even though he had some doubts about Lester's origin, and was able to go deep into the black mist alone with a weapon full of evil aura. He is absolutely extraordinary, but whether to disclose the news of the Illuminati sect depends on the follow-up contacts and temptations, lest some people with evil intentions know the secrets of the sect and bring about disaster.
"Your Excellency Leicester, I wonder how much you know about the black mist? Also... I didn't realize that you use magic, but you use this big sword that looks... weird. Could it be the big sword of Ixtar? Is Elementalist another name for Juggernaut?"
Watching Lester use Aatrox to smash the flying ghost into ashes, Tours's mouth twitched, and Edgar turned his face away in embarrassment, pretending that he didn't hear the words.
"Basically, if you don't know how to fight with weapons and only know how to use magic, how can you be qualified to be a great elementalist?"
Under Edgar's admiring gaze, Lester said indifferently.
"Whether it is magic or martial arts, it is a means to achieve an end. In my opinion, there is no survival of the fittest between the two. Do things in the right way at the right time, and never let power and rules become constraints. About the footsteps, as for the black mist, I only know roughly that this strange mist seems to come from the lost Blessed Island..."
"Admiration, Lord Leicester's ideas are very insightful..."
Between the two who chatted more and more speculatively, Edgar found that he couldn't get in the way at all, so he could only prick up his ears and study hard to listen, and be a good leader.
The three of them moved forward all the way, the road was already complicated and changeable, coupled with the interference of black fog, it was difficult for the three of them to find the right direction regardless of day and night, but fortunately Edgar was an excellent hunter of Wollaston Village Barely able to recognize the road under the interference of the black fog, after advancing for a day, they finally arrived at the outskirts of the easternmost village of Ixtar.
Lying on the ground, the three approached the entrance of the village without a sound, avoiding the ghosts that were wandering aimlessly.
At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and the dark green brilliance of the black mist looks even more gloomy, and it also illuminates Nascote Village, which has become a hell on earth.
There are thousands of ghosts wandering in the sky above Nascote Village, and the smell of blood wafts from the depths of the village. I don’t know when there is a fleshy chopping board made of thick tree stumps on the open space outside the village.
Rows of criss-crossing wooden piles, hangers and drying racks extend from the entrance of the village all the way to the village.
The stakes were filled with skinned and amputated human sticks, and hundreds of gray-green corpses that had been completely drained of blood were hung upside down on the hangers with iron hooks. As for what was on the drying racks, it was self-evident. The fishy wind blew, and hundreds of wet skins swayed with the wind.
The whole village is filled with low air pressure that makes it hard to breathe like a large slaughterhouse.
Facing this most primitive barbarism and brutality, even Lester felt uncomfortable, while Tours and Edgar beside them turned their heads silently and forcibly suppressed the twitching Rolling stomach so that the sound of vomiting will not attract enemies.
Lester said in a low voice when the two had almost adapted to such a harsh environment.
"Tours, have you ever encountered such a situation before? Are there any monsters in the black mist other than ghosts?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this place should be transformed into a flesh refining workshop by a certain [Abominable Butcher]."
Lester frowned, and Tours's pale face was very ugly. Obviously, the hatred of the butcher in his mouth was not something easy to deal with.
"Hate the butcher?"
Withdrawing his gaze from the flesh and blood chopping board, Tours retreated into the grass again, and said in a low voice.
"The butcher-hate is a special evil with a body on the Shadow Isle. It comes from hungry butchers devouring the same kind. The soul of the butcher is eager to devour fresh flesh and blood all the time. This group of evil likes to dismember, skin and torture the living. , the strength is very powerful, a hateful butcher will generally command dozens of hungry butchers to build a flesh refining workshop, and the enemies inside are more difficult than imagined."
Recalling the hungry butcher who almost slashed him alive, Edgar's face suddenly became ugly.
Lester noticed another term that he had never heard before.
"Flesh refining workshop? What is that?"
Pointing to the various meat drying racks in Nascote Village, Tours explained while Edgar covered his mouth and gagged again.
"Those evil...they will use the human flesh processed by the butchers to make various fleshy shells, and fill the suitable fleshy shells with powerful evil souls. The flesh refining workshop is the place to make fleshy shells.
In the black mist, besides ghosts, which are completely spiritual monsters, there are also many monsters with fleshy bodies. The birth of these monsters is inseparable from the flesh and blood made by the butcher. As for how to make ordinary ghosts become able to control the body I don't know much about the evil spirits... Look, here they come. "
Tours, who was talking, suddenly closed his mouth. Lester turned his head, and a dozen big men with pig heads and butcher aprons came out of the village carrying a dozen white-striped living people struggling desperately. The pig-headed people have different divisions of labor, each performing its duties,
Some pig-headed men took off the sun-dried skin and carried it on their shoulders, while some pig-headed men sniffed at the hanging body with their noses, and took down the mutated body from the iron hook of the hanger from time to time. Throw it to other pig-headed men waiting aside, and let another pig-headed man carry it on his shoulders and wait to take it away.
The pig-headed man led the humans directly to the tree stump,
"Ugh..."
Seeing the disgusting scene in his eyes, Edgar finally couldn't bear it anymore, and spit it out in one gulp. By the time Lester and Tours set their eyes on the village entrance again, the hungry butchers had already stopped their hands. He picked up the butcher's knife and cast his cold and bloodthirsty gaze over him.
"Guys, it looks like there's no need to hide."