Chapter 395: Somla's Despair

The cold wind was howling, and the snow was falling tightly outside the magic circle. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers were flying with the strong wind, and the sky and the earth were vast.

As spring approaches, such wind and snow is really abnormal.

Somla was at the front, and the line of retreating cultists was very long, like a snake that was winding.

Somra's heart is heavy, the most unlikely thing has happened and he still can't believe it.

Zoro came from the back of the team, walked a few steps closer to the great witch doctor, and informed the other party of his judgment:

"Great Witch Doctor, this direction is not the direction we came from."

As a high-level animal trainer, he has his own secret method of determining direction, and this secret method will not be disturbed by bad weather.

The most important thing to avoid when marching is getting lost. When attacking, losing the direction will delay the fighter's opportunity. When retreating, losing the direction is likely to go round and round and run into the enemy's pursuing troops.

"I can tell the direction clearly," Somra lowered his head and stared into the distance. His field of vision was completely white, and the boundary between heaven and earth became blurred.

He looked back at the way he came and said:

“We cannot predict whether the enemy will hinder our retreat, but we must be fully prepared.

The route I am traveling now is a detour I deliberately took in order to get rid of possible enemies. "

The person Somla trusts the most is himself, so he also has the secret method of identifying directions.

He looked at the long queue and said loudly:

"This sudden heavy snow is more beneficial to us. If the weather is too bad, the enemy will most likely give up the pursuit."

At this moment, his beard and hair are all white, and the peaks of his eyebrows stand together like tangled mountains.

The howling wind blew away his words and buried the traces of the troops' march.

When a person walks over, within two minutes, all traces will disappear completely, as if nothing has happened, and the truth of the past is covered under the ice and snow.

The great witch doctor paused for a moment, raised his voice and came closer:

"Have the casualties of the troops been counted?"

If you don't speak loudly enough, the wind will drown out the sound and communication will be completely impossible.

"The number of people who followed the troops was only half of what they came with. The only good news is that the fifth-level transcendental ones were not damaged.

Charles and Marshall were now at the rear of the column, and could hold off for a while even if the enemy discovered our tracks and pursued us.

At our current speed, I judge that we will arrive at the place where we discard our baggage early tomorrow morning. "

Zoro rubbed his hands subconsciously. A Silver-level transcendent was not afraid of such wind and snow at all. He was worried about the other members participating in the battle.

If you march in a low temperature state for a long time, a third-level transcendent may not be able to persist.

The wind will take away people's temperature, and coupled with the bone-chilling cold, the situation will be very difficult for them.

The two were exchanging information. Somra suddenly turned back and looked into the distance.

The dividing line between heaven and earth has been blurred, and he saw golden light penetrating through the thick snow curtain, just like sunlight peeking through the haze of the sky to peer into the world.

His face suddenly turned livid, and his face was twisted and ferocious. There was no doubt that the enemy was catching up, and the person who was chasing him was an existence that they absolutely could not resist.

Somra had no time to think about why the enemy was able to find them. He only had one thought in his mind, escape as far as possible.

"Let's evacuate separately. Let's all hope for the best."

Somra clenched the bone scepter in his hand and fled quickly in one direction.

The option of gathering troops to fight the enemy together did not appear in his mind at all. The sixth-level soul reapers of the gods' families were no match for the opponent. With these people, it was even less possible to stop the enemy's attack.

The opponent also has a pair of wings, and they don't even have the hope of using their numerical advantage to surround and kill the enemy.

He didn't know whether he would survive. He only knew that running faster than others would have a better chance of survival.

He has been ups and downs in the Kurud tribe for nearly a hundred years, and the most profound truth he has understood is:

‘Escape is not humble, living is possible. ’

When he was a witch doctor apprentice in the tribe, there were many peers who were more dazzling than him, but he was the only one who had the last laugh.

The reason is that he is timid when he should be timid, and he tries his best to deal hard when he should punch hard.

The non-resistance of the team commander caught Zoro off guard. He originally thought that the opponent would at least force his troops to struggle.

The Soul Reaper is the sixth level, standing at the top of the Silver level. Although he was killed, Zoro's unbelieving enemy was not injured.

There is nothing wrong with them being worried about the problem of the magic circle in the enemy's city and evacuating quickly. How long will it take for them not to fight against this situation now? !

There is no trick in the collision of the power of law. It is most likely a lose-lose situation. The enemy should be chasing them despite their injuries, with the purpose of causing more damage and weakening the Kurud tribe.

If all the soldiers who participated in the raid today were buried here, the tribe would definitely be weakened.

Without top-level combat power, the inheritance of the great witch doctor will also have problems. In that case, the tribe will not be able to leave the mountains of the Andes for a long time, unless the successor great witch doctor reconnects with the gods.

If Somra knew what he was thinking, he would scoff at it.

Gathering everyone to fight against a sixth-level transcendent is too risky, and it is destined to fail.

Failure means death. Even if they can compete with the enemy, the worst they can do is fly away, and then slowly fight them. In the end, they still cannot avoid the fate of defeat.

The cost is too high and the possibility of success is too small. No one who is slightly normal would choose this.

After leaving Rhine City, Clown kept releasing time rewinding and soon accurately grasped the enemy's movements.

Under the plug-in of the time hourglass, Somla's little thoughts were like lice on a bald head, and there was no escape.

The enemy could not escape from his palm. Clown gave priority to killing the cultists who were separated from the main force. With the help of flying skills and time rewinding, he did not waste much time.

The enemy wanted to sneak attack and leave safely, but there was no way.

The cultists had lived in the gray fog for a long time, and their bodies had undergone irreversible mutations. They were already "authentic" dark creatures, which were very suitable for the appetite of the Ashbringer.

It took Clown more than two hours to clean up the stragglers.

He was like turning on the full map plug-in, accurately finding every cultist, and then he quickly locked the direction of the enemy's main force and calmly chased after them.

Fortunately, the enemy's morale did not completely collapse, otherwise so many people scattered in the world of ice and snow would bring serious inconvenience to his pursuit mission.

When Clown landed from the sky at the end of the cultist team with the Ashbringer, a killing feast began.

The third-tier enemies could not pose any threat to him. He raised his knife and cut it down like cutting melons and vegetables, and slightly green red flowers bloomed on the snow-white ground.

He had a habit of eliminating weak enemies first when encountering enemies.

In order to improve the Ashbringer, Clown chose melee in the battle that took place during the pursuit tonight, with the purpose of improving the weapon as much as possible.

The hot and strong solar law spread outward with Clown as the center. Within his control, the storm stopped, and the snowflakes flying into this area turned into fine rain and fell.

He raised his weapon, his figure was like a ghost, and the enemy could not perceive his movements with his eyes wide open. He easily avoided the enemy's futile waving of the weapon, and then raised his sword and fell, and a head that was facing up was chopped off.

The slightly green blood spilled on the ground, and was watered by the rain, leaving a painting of death on the snow-white ground.

The dragon soul whistled, as if cheering for Clown.

Marshall finally saw the enemy he swore to kill up close, but he was not excited at all.

At this moment, it was not the time for them to meet, and he was not prepared at all.

He originally thought that he had advanced to the fifth level and had the opportunity to say goodbye to the other party, but now it seems that his efforts are far from enough.

The gods and spirits are not the enemy's opponents. He is just an ordinary fifth-level extraordinary person, and he is also unable to turn the tide.

The enemy's law power completely suppressed his mind, and the strong pressure made him forget to breathe.

In such a cold weather, a layer of fine sweat beads flowed from his forehead.

This can't go on. If a warrior loses his courage, he will not be far from death.

Marshall suddenly bit his tongue, and his thoughts suppressed by the dragon's might were instantly liberated and he became much more sober.

He shouted, "Fight!"

Then, he rushed forward without hesitation.

If death is inevitable, dying on the battlefield is the best destination for a warrior.

He has no way to retreat. Turning around and running away will only make him lose the last bit of dignity of a silver warrior.

The blood shadow activated by Marshall is a snow lion. At this moment, the snow lion roared and charged with its master.

The snow lion felt the suppression of the dragon soul and had to roar to give itself courage.

Klauen stared at the enemy rushing up, with iron blood and coldness flashing in his eyes.

Tonight, if he had not arrived in Rhine City in time, I am afraid that the whole city would have become a bloody slaughterhouse.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. Klauen believes that 'dead enemies are good enemies'.

He adjusted the acceleration function of the time hourglass to 25% acceleration state, and combined with his physical fitness at the top of the sixth level, in his complete state, the enemy did not even have the ability to see his movements clearly.

He stepped forward like a smart snow fox, and the soft snow under his feet did not bother him at all.

Crown's body running fast gave people a sense of courage and forward momentum. He held the right hand of the Ashbringer tightly and raised it high, and chopped it down suddenly when he was about to touch the opponent.

This attack did not have any tricks, but just closely combined strength and speed.

When the sword was about to come, Marshall finally caught the enemy's breath, and he desperately raised his weapon to parry the enemy's attack.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, and everything Marshall did was doomed to be in vain.

He felt like he was hit head-on by an adult northern giant bear, and his body retreated involuntarily, and the enemy did not give him any chance to breathe, and the Ashbringer followed him like a shadow.

He could feel the enemy's weapon emitting a hot edge, always staying above his forehead.

He saw that the weapon he raised was cut into two pieces, and then a trace of coldness enveloped him.

The fear in his heart was infinitely magnified, his hair stood on end, and finally, his consciousness fell into cold darkness.

Marshall felt himself drowning in the water, his body sinking involuntarily.

His consciousness became blurred, and the past events appeared before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Crown clenched his weapon, and the Ashbringer chopped down from the enemy's head, and then flew out from the enemy's crotch, being perfectly split in half.

Like a slaughtered pig, the two pieces of meat fell heavily.

The fifth-level extraordinary person could have stood at the top of the world, but died without dignity in his hands. Clown sighed a little.

However, this was only a momentary emotion, and the killing continued.

Soon, Charles, who escaped when Clown and Marshall were fighting, was found, and finally left this world with an indignant mood.

Clown continued to move forward, and no grass grew wherever he went, and no one could stop him.

The light reflected by the Ashbringer became stronger and stronger, and the flame dragon spirit sealed in the weapon underwent new changes, and the color of the dragon soul scales changed from red to orange.

The rose gold wings behind Clown flapped gently, like an elegant bird flying freely.

The diffuse snow and wind could not cause him too much trouble. He looked at the enemy struggling forward not far ahead, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

This was the last enemy, and it took Klauen a lot of trouble to find him.

The opponent used many methods to get rid of his pursuit, but he could not resolve them one by one.

With the help of the hourglass of time, all the enemy's calculations and schemes were in vain.

Somla found that the enemy was chasing him like a shadow, and his heart was full of bitterness.

He had used all the methods he could use, but still could not get rid of the fate of being caught up. Tonight was his disaster.

Somla understood that there was no chance of escape now, and he could only fight desperately.

He knew that even if he fought desperately, he could not be the opponent of the opponent, so he needed a little help.

After a long breath, Somla finally made up his mind and looked up to take the dark green potion in his hand.

This potion was made using the secret method taught to him by Kusuen, and was tempered with a large amount of soul essence of living beings.

After taking it, he will mutate into a completely new species. There will no longer be a person named Somla in the world, and his soul will only become a trivial will of the new individual.

However, as long as he can cause harm to the other party, he is willing to try anything.

He hates the enemy in front of him very much. If there is no such enemy, the Kurud tribe may have conquered the pagan city and become the master of this land again, and he would not have to go this far.

When Somla took the potion, the mutation occurred. His originally thin body immediately swelled up like a balloon, and his skin became transparent, like a ghost.