Chapter 817 Curse

After Kardashian joined the battlefield, the balance began to tilt towards the demi-humans again. Coupled with the fact that the two demi-human elders took action from time to time, the ending of the half-orcs seemed predictable.

At the same time, on the top of the windy cliff, there is a simple temple built of stones on the side near the cliff. At this time, the temple is filled with a strong smell of blood.

With a firm gaze, a half-orc walked up to the altar in front of him. On this altar were the head, internal organs, and limbs of the half-orc.

The half-orc drew a knife from his waist. The blade was turned upside down and pointed at his chest. With a roar, he stabbed hard into his body.

A moment later, he was extremely brave and pressed his heart to the altar, and then he was completely silent.

At this time, the flames of the candles on the altar were suddenly dyed in various colors. The human heads, internal organs, limbs and blood all wriggled by themselves, as if they had a will of their own. They moved towards the heart dug out by the orc himself Go, layer upon layer, and melt like a candle.

These flesh and blood melted and glued together, and after a while, they formed a tree of flesh and blood that was not tall. The surface of this 'tree' was uneven, like the shell of a walnut.

Inside the tree, there was a sound of 'plop plop', as if the heart was still beating by itself.

Moreover, the sound became stronger and stronger, forming a strange noise that made the two half-orcs in the temple frown.

Of the two half-orcs, one was as old as an old ape, and the other was strong but his body seemed to have no moisture, his skin was dry, and the hair on his body was not as shiny as other half-orcs.

This half-orc is like an old tree that has dried up, and there is no vitality in him.

After a while, the noise finally disappeared. The moment the sound disappeared, the tree of flesh and blood withered instantly, and the rot spread out, and a flesh-colored, wet, sticky ball rolled out of it.

This thing grew limbs, grew a head, and turned into a palm-sized humanoid creature. It has no facial features on its face, no eyes, nose, or ears, just a mouth like a hole.

A gray-white mist spit out from the mouth, and then retracted, many times in a row without stopping.

The old ape-like half-orc's eyes shone with fanaticism, and he was muttering something. This is the language of half-orcs. When translated into human language, it is: Mother Tree of Desire!

The old half-orc held the weird little man with both hands, and then walked to the wrinkled half-orc. The old ape knelt down, raised his hands high, and offered the weird little man, saying 'Olar' continuously. .

This is the name of the orc in front of me, this is the name of the orc leader of the 'Dark Corridor'!

Olar caught the strange villain, turned and left the temple.

On the top of the cliff, the battle continues.

The sky in the east has gradually brightened, and the half-orcs have begun to retreat towards the temple after leaving behind layers of corpses. No matter how crazy or fearless they are, they start to howl after suffering huge casualties, but their nightmare is still alive. At the end of the day, when Lina and Melinda teamed up to cast the 'tornado', the orcs finally collapsed.

But at this moment, as if the trident in Melinda's hand had its own consciousness, it suddenly shook out of her grasp, and the sharp blade pierced her eyes!

Melinda turned her head quickly, and finally she managed to hide in time, but a deep gash was still drawn on her face by the sharp knife.

Immediately afterwards, the clothes on her body suddenly floated up by themselves, and the clothes spread out, covering Melinda's nose and mouth, making her unable to breathe at all!

At the same time, the scattered arrows on the ground, the blood-stained hatchet, and the rough sword all came to life, shooting at Melinda from all directions, trying to pierce her through.

At this moment, one after another flames flew over, these crimson flames formed a line, spun around Melinda rapidly, and exploded the incoming arrows, hatchets, and swords one after another.

Then the flames combined to form the figure of Sifa, Xifa stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped on Melinda's clothes, the clothes immediately burned and quickly turned into ashes, Melinda's face was blackened, Except for a few hairs that were burned and curled, there was basically no serious problem.

But at this time, the sleeves on Xifa's body tightened actively, strangling his arms and forearms.

The neckline of his shirt shrank sharply, trying to make him unable to breathe, but Sifa's skin quickly shed a layer of iron black, and then became as hard as steel, making these tightened sleeves and neckline unable to shrink any further.

"Appendages are prohibited here!"

A majestic voice sounded, and the projection of Amyrius arrived, raising his hand and solemnly announcing in the ancient Hermes language.

A figure emerged from Xifa's clothes immediately, but it seemed that he was not voluntary, but was 'bounced' out by some force. It was a skinny half-orc, and it was Olar who took the weird villain!

As soon as he was driven away, he immediately made his body blurry and transparent, and then the gray-haired figure of the opponent appeared in Xifa's left and right eyes.

Xifa's head turned cold all of a sudden, his thoughts could not be regarded as sluggish, but his body was somewhat disobedient. But the next moment, Sifa burned and then disintegrated into groups of crimson flames. As soon as these flames dispersed, Olar appeared in the air with a stunned expression.

He couldn't possess Sifa in flame state.

This is what Xifa learned from the Crimson Demon Wolf, the way to deal with resentful soul possession!

On the other side, the projection of Amyrius didn't stop there. He raised his hand, palmed towards Olar's translucent figure, and then pulled it hard, as if trying to tear something off the orc leader. .

"deprivation!"

Amyrius said in a low voice in the ancient Hermes language. At the same time, Olar's figure suddenly gained texture and was no longer illusory. His 'wraith' ability was deprived and could not be used in this battle.

Being banned from possession and losing the status of "Wraith", Olar seemed to be thrown into a predicament all of a sudden. He looked at Amyrius suddenly, and there was undisguised anger in the orc's eyes. Malice and madness.

His figure twisted and turned into a life-sized puppet, and this puppet was exactly the same as Amyrius, with a slightly drooping mouth, no beard, and blue eyes.

Then the puppet grabbed his throat with both hands, and the projection of Amyrius not far away seemed to be held by the neck by an invisible hand, making him unable to target Olar again, making his face turn red all of a sudden, as if About to suffocate.

This is one of the Extraordinary abilities of the "Alien" pathway Sequence 4 "Puppet", called "The Source of Curse".

In addition to affecting non-living things, "puppets" can also become mystic puppets, magical paper figures and other items, and use various methods to curse the target through the established connection.

This ability allows the 'puppet' to injure the enemy by injuring itself!