Chapter 66 "Snake Hand" Sharman

The Soul Stealer didn't wait too long, a lone figure walked over from the forest on the opposite side of the river.

This person was wearing a black velvet cloak that exuded fluctuations in magic power, and in his right hand was holding a staff carved from obsidian. There were traces of red veins emerging from the smooth rock surface, like smoldering coals, exuding scorching heat. Magical power, as if looking at it from a distance will burn your eyes.

The man in black walked to the river and slowly raised his left arm. The wide sleeves of the robe slid down the arm, revealing an extremely weird arm: it was severed below the elbow, and the section of the wound was replaced with a poisonous snake that was similar in thickness to the original arm. What is even more inconceivable is that the poisonous snake that was severed at the waist and transplanted to the left arm of the man in black is still alive, twisting its slender and smooth body, revealing a back covered with black scales, a milky white abdomen, and a wide and flat head. Raised slowly, a purple snake letter was spit out from the mouth, and the poisonous fangs were looming.

The man in black shook his shoulders, the poisonous snake transplanted on his left arm was connected with his soul, like a real arm raised upwards, the snake's mouth bit the lower edge of the hood of the cloak and pulled it back. The hood slid down, revealing a face of indeterminate age. The pale complexion and thick dark circles under the eyes showed that this person was used to being a nocturnal person, and the gray eyes were deep and cold, showing no emotion at all.

Leaning on his staff, the strange man slowly walked to the river, looked at the wide river ahead, and a sarcasm curled up between his lips.

"Those guys on the other side thought that this river alone could stop my footsteps. They are too naive."

The black-robed monster sneered and made a spell-casting gesture, chanting a prayer in praise of a certain demon lord in a low voice, and evil magic power burst out from his body, turning the flesh and blood into a cloud of cloudy mist.

This cloud of mist was almost weightless, maintaining a vague human shape and floating off the ground. Pushed by the night wind, it quickly floated across the river with a width of 100 yards, and condensed into a flesh and blood body on the opposite bank.

"Soul Stealer" Chanikui quickly ran up to the man in black, knelt down and bowed, with a flattering face.

"My dear master, your most loyal servant, Chanikkui, is at your service."

There was a flattering smile on his face, but the Soul Stealer's body was trembling. When paying respects to the man in black, he sneaked a glance at his cuff out of the corner of his eye, fearing that the poisonous snake would come out of the cuff and bite his throat.

Chanikwe had reason to maintain a terrified attitude in front of his master. The high-ranking deacon "Snake Hand" Sharman of the "Conquer Order" is not a kind-hearted person. He treats the enemy and his subordinates with the same cruelty and ruthlessness. Chanikwe witnessed more than one time that Sharman swung his "snake hand" to bite his subordinates who were unfavorable. Those unlucky ghosts died of poison without even a chance to struggle. Chanikwe did not want to be the next victim, and no matter how humble he was in front of Sharman, it was not too much to survive.

"Snake Hand" Sharman was very satisfied with the servant's humble gesture, and shook his sleeves, signaling Chanikwe to get out of the way.

Soul Stealer secretly heaved a sigh of relief, eager to run away, but of course he didn't dare to be so explicit, and retreated while maintaining a humble demeanor.

"Snake Hand" Shaman walked forward with a stick, walked straight into the depths of the dense forest on the south bank of the Yifen River, looked around at the tall and lush pines and cypresses, and nodded with satisfaction.

Sharman stopped in his tracks, and suddenly lowered his staff to the ground under his feet. With a muffled bang, the obsidian staff fell into the soft soil covered with fallen leaves, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the negative energy shock wave full of magic power of destruction and death quickly spread outward, covering the 120-foot space around Sharman in an instant. The flowers, plants and trees under the impact of this evil magic power instantly withered and withered, forming a circle of death around the "snake hand" Sharman. The dark dead branches and leaves in the ring were in sharp contrast with the green trees outside the ring, presented in the most intuitive way The opposition between death and life.

Stepping on dead branches and fallen leaves under his feet, Shaman's pale face had a strange blush, and his eyes became radiant. While destroying a large number of surrounding trees, this fallen druid and level 6 "wood destroyer" not only satisfied the desire for destruction, but also took the life essence of the trees and transformed them into their own magic power. "The unique way of practice is also the driving force behind Sharman and his colleagues to continue to destroy forests.

It is not enough to just destroy the trees, Sharman will then make full use of the surrounding plants polluted by negative energy in another way. He shook his shoulders, manipulated the poisonous snake attached to his left arm to slip out of his cuff, unfastened his waist pouch with fingers as nimble as a snake letter, and took out a piece of tree root from it.

The rhizome of this "Gantias Demon Tree" is about half a foot long. The twisted roots are dark red, and the surface is covered with large and small root nodules. The slender roots are like a bunch of twisted blood vessels. There was a slight tremor in the poisonous snake's mouth, not so much a tree root, but more like a deformed heart.

Sharman raised the "Gantias Root" with snake hands, and softly recited the incantation to activate this strange thing. The blood-colored tree roots seemed to sense the strong negative energy around them, shaking violently with excitement, and at the same time becoming bright red.

The trees around Shaman that had just been killed by the negative energy shock wave were illuminated by the red light radiated from the "Gantias Root", as if they had been infused with evil vitality, and squirmed one after another: the withered bushes turned into dead branches monsters, coniferous trees transform into dry needle monsters, and vines transform into dry vine monsters.

These withered monsters left the soil they once lived in one after another, and gathered around Shaman from all directions, staring at the ancient and evil tree root in his hand with awe.

Sharman was not surprised by the situation. The "Gantias Root" in his hand has a lot of background. The so-called "Gantias" is said to be the name of a legendary vampire several centuries ago. The ruthless Night King used his powerful magic to conquer a kingdom, forcing his subjects to build him a magnificent tower known as "Night Fang's Point". For decades thereafter, Ganthias ruled the dark realm with brutality, until his tyranny was overthrown by a hero, and the vampire tyrant himself came to his end, dying from a stake piercing his heart.

However, the legend did not end there.

The blood of Ganthias endowed the stake pierced through his heart with terrifying magic, and after many years the stake sprouted curly shoots and grew into a sapling imbued with the evil essence of the vampire. A crazy druid found this sapling and transplanted it to a dark underground cave to allow it to grow stronger. It is said that this magical tree bore the first batch of wither monster seeds here. And the cultivator of the Ganthias Demon Tree—the crazy druid who betrayed the belief in nature—has thus become the first "blighter" in the world of Vales.

"Snake Hand" Sharman doesn't know to what extent the above-mentioned legends are true, nor does he know the relationship between the "Gantias Demon Tree" and its cultivators and the "Conquest Sect". He only knows that the Sect includes them All high-level "Blighters" including Pope Duolan can receive a "Gantias Root". Once a week, Sharman can release the magic power accumulated in the "Gantias Root" to activate a large number of dead branches and leaves into a team of withered monsters loyal to him.

The "Gantias Root" became dull after releasing the magic power, and the roots were wilted as if they had been hit by frost. For the next seven days, Sharman will destroy a forest every day, and inject part of the plundered forest spirit into the "Gantias Root", so that after a week of charging, the "Gantias Root" Only then can the mana be recovered and a new batch of wither monsters be created. At the same time, all the old dead branch monsters will lose their vitality and turn back into dead branches and leaves.

Fortunately, the "Gantias Root" still has the effect of deterring the wither monster even after the magic power is exhausted. As long as Sharman holds this root, he can order the wither monster to do anything. This fact made Sharman realize that the "Gantias Root"—not himself—is the real master of the Blight. One of the best things to do is to take good care of the "Gantias Roots".

Thinking of this, Sharman carefully put the "Gantias Root" back into his pocket, and at the same time glanced at "Soul Stealer" Chanikui.

Canique is not only proficient in stealing souls, Sharman hinted with a threatening look that his pickpocketing servant had better not get the idea of ​​​​"Gantias Root", otherwise he will cut off Canique without mercy. Those restless claws stuffed into his mouth.

Shivering with fright at this meaningful glance, Chanikwe stammered and asked Sharman: "My lord, what do you want?"

Shaman manipulated the snake hand and scratched his chin, and said thoughtfully: "These dead branch monsters alone are not enough to destroy the village of the Algonquins. I also need to hire a stronger army."

"You mean the 'ogre lord' Shrek and his so-called 'five hundred warriors' who are entrenched on the nearby mountain?" Chanikui shrugged, "King Shrek's men are indeed very powerful, but he launched The employment price is also frighteningly high!"

"You don't need to spend a lot of money to buy that fat man who claims to be smart, the key is to find what he likes." A secretive smile appeared on the corner of Shaman's lips, "I'm sure I can persuade the ogre lord to join my expedition. You, Chanikui, all you have to do now is take me to Shrek."

"Obey, my master." Soul Stealer bowed deeply to Sharman, leading the way full of doubts.

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