Chapter 354: A New Tristram

Lan Wu is a man with a gun. He does what he says. Skeleton King and Leah are particularly pleased with his choice, so they offer advice without reservation.

The key to using oneself as a container to absorb the hell magic that has long been integrated with the earth lies in the container.

Lan Wu did not hesitate at all. Isn't it just absorbing magic? Since the fifteen small amulets have transformed into another form of existence, he has never been afraid of excessive absorption of magic.

According to the method of the two old ghosts, Skeleton King and Leah, Lan Wu walked to the wilderness outside the city. It is not time for those demons to drill out of the ground. The wilderness is empty and there is no life. But everyone knows that when the time comes, this place is basically equal to hell.

"Here?" Lan Wu walked to a place about 300 meters away from the underground city, looked up at Skeleton King, and then looked at Leah floating in the sky.

"It's here. If I remember correctly, this is the center of the entire underground world." Skeleton King made a firm promise.

"It's right." Leah immediately affirmed.

Lan Wu nodded, then asked what to do, then squatted down and pressed his hands on the ground. At the same time, the Skeleton King, who was in charge, held the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust the giant sword into the ground.

"In the name of the gods, purify."

The ground suddenly shook with the low roar of the Skeleton King. Lan Wu immediately felt a barely detectable chill in the part where his hands touched the ground.

It started.

Lan Wu was refreshed and concentrated on guiding the hell magic absorbed by the secret method into his body. Gradually, the chill in his palm became stronger and stronger. After just a few minutes, the chill as cold as a block of ice suddenly turned into a cold that froze the soul.

"Skeleton King, think of a way quickly. I'm freezing to death." Lan Wu raised his head, his lips purple and shivering, and shouted anxiously at the Skeleton King. But he never thought that when he saw the Skeleton King just now, he would shut his mouth immediately.

The Skeleton King was in a much worse condition than him. At this time, the soul fire in its eye sockets had shrunk to the size of peanuts, as if it could go out at any time. And its whole body seemed to be weathered. The originally shiny and new armor was already rusty, as if it had gone through a hundred years. Large pieces of bone powder fell from the gaps in the armor, and its feet had turned gray and covered with a thick layer of bone powder.

"Be firm in your beliefs." The Skeleton King's voice became very weak, but he still held the hilt firmly, urging the secret method to force out the hell magic that had merged with the earth.

Lan Wu suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears. It was said lightly. He was now stiff, as if he was in an ice cellar. Oh my God, why wasn't it so painful when I absorbed the magic energy after the demon decomposed? Aren't they all hell magic?

That being said, it was impossible to give up at this critical moment. I could only grit my teeth and hold on.

Gradually, my body lost consciousness. My upper and lower teeth kept chattering. Lan Wu felt that he was dead. It was as if his soul had floated out of his body and was watching his body.

At this time, more and more hell magic gathered at Lan Wu's feet. The purest hell magic gathered here, making the area of ​​nearly 100 meters in radius black and emitting a strong cold.

With a crisp sound, Lan Wu looked up with difficulty. But he saw that the Skeleton King's legs were broken at the knees. His hands still did not let go of the hilt. Looking closely again, I don't know when its soul fire became only the size of a soybean, and it seemed that it would go out at any time.

Lan Wu was horrified. The soul fire in the Skeleton King's eye sockets was its soul. The extinction of the soul fire meant that it would die. He never expected that the Skeleton King's obsession was so deep, as if he wanted to make up for the sins of thousands of years, and he was willing to sacrifice everything of himself.

Damn it, I'm going to fight too.

Lan Wu was so angry that he was refreshed. The Skeleton King couldn't die. Such a powerful thug was the right person to stay here. If the Skeleton King died, what would happen if he worked so hard and only got a piece of land suitable for human habitation?

At this moment, Lan Wu was struggling to keep the last bit of consciousness from being frozen by the cold hell magic. Suddenly, it seemed as if a string broke in his brain, and countless strange fragments of consciousness flooded into his mind like a tide. In an instant, he suddenly didn't feel the cold, but on the contrary, there were signs of warming up.

Lan Wu was shocked and his consciousness came back. But he saw that the fifteen small amulets that he didn't know where to hide appeared around him again, still slowly rotating around him like fifteen small satellites. The hell magic gathered in his hands almost turned into thin black lines that were visible to the naked eye, directly connecting to the fifteen small amulets.

With the help of these fifteen foodies, Lan Wu was greatly relieved. These small amulets came at the right time. Otherwise, I am afraid that in a few minutes, even the most resolute faith would not be able to withstand such a huge amount of hell magic.

At this time, the fifteen small amulets were injected with a large amount of hell magic, and suddenly became like little suns, emitting this dazzling light, dispelling the haze shrouding this land.

Bathed in the almost golden light, Lan Wu suddenly flashed one after another. These amulets were blessed by the light and became very smart, which accelerated the absorption of hell magic.

Not long after, the earth began to change. The land far away was clearly glowing with new vitality. In the vast expanse of black magic, tender green grass emerged from the ground, stretching its delicate leaves in the light.

The green quickly extended from the horizon to the edge of the dungeon. In just a few minutes, the wilderness outside the dungeon had turned into a grassland that had just regained its vitality.

Gross and his companions who were staying on the wall were stunned. This was a miracle... no, it was a miracle. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. The originally desolate wilderness turned into a vibrant grassland in just a few minutes. Could it be anything else except a miracle?

At this time, Lan Wu was no longer in pain. The almost golden light shone on his body, warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and he no longer felt cold. But he didn't care about enjoying the warm light now, and shouted to the Skeleton King whose shadow was almost invisible: "Skeleton King, are you still alive?"

"I'm fine." The voice of the Skeleton King came out from the light, and it sounded much better.

After confirming that the Skeleton King, the future main fighter, was fine, Lan Wu finally put his mind at ease and waited patiently for the last moment. About half an hour later, he felt the warmth in his palm.

All the hell magic power had been absorbed.

When Lan Wu took back his hand, the fifteen small amulets suddenly became dim again and retracted into his body. The light disappeared without a trace.

Lan Wu stood up, looked around this vibrant land, and smiled with relief. Another new Tristram has emerged. Next, it's time to end the rebellion and set off to find Tyrael, the archangel who seems to know a lot of inside information.