Chapter 70 Mythological Induction

The puppet controlled by the soul-stealing spirit has lost the ability to think independently, and its only thought is to carry out the orders of its master. When he came to the ash grove, he completely forgot that this was a forbidden place where the sacred tree of the clan took root, and he was not allowed to enter unless he was authorized by the patriarch.

The dull-eyed Asa youth went straight into the woods, and quickly attracted the attention of the sentries, who hurried forward to stop him and asked him loudly why he trespassed in the forbidden area. Realizing that the other party ignored him, he walked straight into the depths of the woods. The sentinel realized the seriousness of the problem, and quickly blew his whistle to call for the companions who guarded the sacred tree to come for support. Although the number of guards was reduced by half compared to usual, the response speed was not slow. Within two minutes, six Asa militiamen rushed over. At this time, the sentinel who called the police had already pushed the guy who trespassed to the ground, and the guy was still struggling meaninglessly.

"What's going on?" The patrol captain walked over and asked.

"This guy has gone crazy for some reason, and he rushed into the woods without saying a word, come help me hold him down!" the sentinel said eagerly.

"It looks like you're a little unconscious. Could it be because you drank too much?"

"God knows!"

"Huh? Look at his back... what is that?"

At this time, someone finally noticed the foreign object attached to the trespasser's back, and hurriedly called his companions to come and check. Six Asa militiamen surrounded the puppet of the Soul Stealer, all eyes focused on the pale and small skull on his back. Feeling the evil breath emanating from the skull, everyone's scalps felt numb.

"Hey... die to me!"

The Soul Stealer hiding in the tree grinned ferociously, with a cruel gleam in his eyes. At the same time, the goblin skull attached to the puppet's back suddenly exploded with a bang, and a large fireball burst out. The surrounding Asa militiamen were engulfed in the flames before they could react in any way, burning six charred bodies in an instant.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Looking at the corpse, Chanikui shook his head contemptuously, stepped on the fork of the tree with both feet and leaped vigorously, spread his wings under the cover of "Must Trace Powder", and glided close to the treetops, looking all over the place. Scanning down, I soon noticed the huge old tree sitting in the middle of the glade.

"Ilminsur, I found you!"

Soul Stealer suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, gathered his wings and landed on an ash tree, burrowed into the lush canopy to hide, took advantage of the last half minute of magic power of "Wu Trace Powder", hurriedly unfolded a scroll, focused on reading Take the spell transcribed on the scroll.

"Hyola!"

When the soul-stealing spirit uttered the spell activation characters, all the spells in the scroll seemed to come to life, transforming into a small whirlwind of golden magic power, leaving the scroll, circling and dancing in front of it.

Chanikui casually threw away the scroll that had become a pile of waste paper, whispered close to the golden whirlwind, and described what he saw in as simple a language as possible—the focus of course was the holy tree "Ilmin Sur" specific location.

The small whirlwind of magic power absorbed every word the soul-stealing spirit said into the eye of the wind and stored it, then turned into a golden air current and flew away through the air, disappearing at the end of the soul-stealing spirit's vision in a blink of an eye.

"Hey~ I've finished what I should do, and now I can watch a good show." The soul-stealing spirit retreated deep into the canopy of the tree, and looked out of the village, looking forward to and gloating in his eyes alternately.

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At the same time when "Soul Stealer" Chanikui sneaked into the ash forest, Joan was leaning against the black oak tree that had been transplanted next to "Old White", sitting in the shade and reviewing spell books leisurely. The sudden explosion sound from the outskirts of the woods aroused his vigilance, he put away the spell book without thinking, quickly climbed to the black oak tree, looked down at the direction of the explosion sound from a condescending height, and vaguely saw a flame.

"Is there a fire?" Joan secretly guessed. However, after waiting for a long time and no one showed up, it was discovered that all the Asa guards who were supposed to be patrolling the forest had mysteriously disappeared.

The eerie atmosphere in the woods made Joan shudder. Realizing that something serious might happen, he quickly took out a piece of copper wire and cast the "messaging technique" to warn Kandy.

Joan completed the casting ceremony step by step, but the piece of copper wire in his hand did not resonate with magic power as usual. He was stunned for a moment before remembering that the maximum communication distance of the "messaging technique" was only more than a hundred feet. Kandy's position at the moment was obvious. The communication distance has been greatly exceeded, so it is not surprising that the spellcasting failed.

Suppressing his depressed emotions, Joan was about to climb down the big tree and find Kandy in person, when the palm of his left hand suddenly became hot, and the "Tears of God" emerged by itself, and sent a spiritual message into his mind.

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Mythological Induction: Discover Tier 1 Mythical Creatures!

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Tier 1 mythical creature? !

Joan stretched his legs under the tree and retracted them, sitting on the branch in a daze for a while.

Having lived in Powhatan Village for so long, he is convinced that there are no other mythical creatures in the village except "Old White", but what the hell is the "level 1 mythical creature" sensed by "Tears of God" just now? !

After a brief period of confusion, Joan gradually came to his senses. The induction of "Tears of God" will never go wrong, which means that another mythical creature has just arrived at Powhatan Village. The current sensing range of "Tears of God" is 1 mile from Joan as the center, covering almost half of the village. The closer the mythical creature is to Joan, the stronger the sensing. According to the current intensity of induction, Qiao An guessed that the other party was not far away from him, and it was probably within sight. However, he looked around with wide eyes and couldn't see any suspicious creatures.

In the quiet woods, Joan felt inexplicably frightened, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. So far, he still doesn't know anything about the mythical creature hiding in the dark, but judging from the behavior of the other party sneaking into Powhatan Village without anyone noticing, I'm afraid it has no good intentions. Driven by a sense of crisis, Joan gave up the idea of ​​leaving the ash forest immediately, and decided to hide in the tree temporarily to see what would happen next.

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To lead five hundred ogres on a long march through dense woods without making a noise--it was almost a miracle! Counting all the ogre groups in the world of Vales, only "Smart King" Shrek and his loyal warrior group could accomplish such a feat.

Shrek's army set out from the deep forest valley and marched day and night for four consecutive days, successfully approaching the outskirts of Powhatan Village just as "Snake Hand" Sharman expected.

The reason why this expeditionary force, with 500 fully armed ogre warriors as the main force, was able to keep secret during the march and did not disturb the sentinels of the Algonquin tribe, except for the military discipline formulated by Shrek himself and strictly implemented, such as Prohibition of noisy fights, prohibition of fire, prohibition of hunting birds and beasts, and only carrying dry food to satisfy hunger, etc., there are two factors that cannot be ignored: First of all, of course, thanks to the publicity of the "Withered Corps" led by "Snake Hand" Sharman activity, which attracted most of the attention of the Algonquins, and they were negligent in guarding against the threat that was approaching in the dark; in addition, those dwarf alchemists who surrendered to King Shrek also helped a lot, and five hundred ogres The warriors were all smeared from head to toe with the "chameleon medicated oil" refined by the gnomes. This magical alchemy potion can automatically change color according to the environment. The skin and armor of the ogres became colorful under the action of the medicated oil. , It provides a strong concealment for marching in the forest, even the eagles with keen eyes can hardly detect the abnormality, not to mention the Asa militia standing on the watchtower several miles away.

After four consecutive days of rapid marching, King Shrek's warrior group had approached within three miles of Powhatan Village, considering that continuing to advance might arouse the alert of the sentinels. King Shrek ordered the march to be suspended, and stationed his troops at the foot of a shady hillside. He rode a ferocious giant bear in heavy plate armor up the hill by himself, and observed the movement of Powhatan Village opposite through the binoculars.

The Algonquin Valley where Powhatan Village is located is a basin surrounded by mountains on all sides. There are only two passes in the north and south for entry and exit. impression. According to the command experience accumulated over the years of expeditions, Shrek knew in his heart that it was almost impossible to capture the heavily fortified Powhatan village under normal circumstances with only this army in his hands. Fortunately, Shrek is not fighting alone. He received a message from Shaman this morning, and learned that the chief couple of the Algonquin tribe had jumped into the trap carefully set by them, leading the main force to leave the village and go deep into the jungle to pursue Shaman's plan. Blight monster army.

Shrek didn't fully trust the allies from the north, and at first he was dubious about Sharman's intelligence, but after using a telescope to investigate on the spot, he confirmed that what Sharman said was true, Powhatan Village did appear to have insufficient troops left behind, and was at the weakest point of defense. stage.

"If Your Majesty is determined to launch an attack, now is the best time." Casio, who accompanied Shrek to investigate the enemy's situation, also came to the same conclusion.

The ogre lord was still calm, put down his binoculars and sat on the ground, and said calmly: "What Shrek wants is not to occupy this village, but the spring of wisdom buried under the root of the ancient tree. After confirming that the ancient tree It is unwise to launch an attack before the exact location of the target."

"Your Majesty is wise!" the court poet delivered a flattering word at the right time, turned his gaze back to the Algonquin Valley, and murmured: "The little goblin named Chaniquei, you had better not disappoint your Majesty."

Shrek's patience paid off. When the sun rose above the treetops, a cloud of golden air circled up from the valley where Powhatan Village was located, and quickly flew towards the hill where Shrek and Casio were. It broke into their field of vision within 10 minutes.

"It's the 2nd level 'Wind Speed', a spell specially used for long-distance transmission." Casio used "secret vision" to identify the magic power contained in the small golden whirlwind, and couldn't help showing excitement, "My lord, that must be It's the latest information from the Soul Stealer!"

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