Chapter 573

Grid said shyly: Sir, we want to continue to study with you, can we? "

Yan Mo didn't reject it immediately. He also had a good impression of these two dwarves. Do your patriarch and Zuwu know what you think? "

Dede nodded quickly, knowing that when we came out, we told the patriarch and Lord Zuwu that if you agreed with us to stay, we would not go back! "

Grid scratched his head, but it's not that he doesn't want to go back. We plan to go back every three or five years. "

Yan Moxiao, these two want to study in Jiuyuan?

Grid is more honest, he told Yan Mo his true thoughts completely: Sir, the knowledge you taught us is very useful and helps us a lot. I want to learn from you, and then go back and teach other children of our ancestors, we..."

it is good. "

grown ups? you agree? "Geg and Dede were pleasantly surprised.

Yan Mo nodded with a smile, spreading knowledge would reduce his scum value, and secondly, he also wanted to have a good relationship with the dwarves. He wasn't afraid that the dwarf would learn to grow bigger in the future and beat Jiuyuan in turn.

If Jiuyuan didn't even have this measure and courage, he wouldn't be able to last long even without dwarves, and sooner or later he would be replaced by other great powers. On the contrary, if the neighbors are big, the family will have the motivation to work hard. What's more, he didn't teach the dwarves everything. Of course, the most important and brilliant knowledge was only passed on to the most loyal Jiuyuan people. As long as Jiuyuan was always ahead of others, they would not be afraid of the students' counterattack. .

Grid and Dede were overjoyed, they hugged and danced, then ran off to tell the other dwarves the good news.

The other dwarves are also happy for them. They have lived in Jiuyuan for a long time. They know that even if they stay in this non-dwarf tribe, they can live well, maybe it is better than in the dwarf tribe.

In the end, Luo Gān took the other dwarves to stay in the Dofi tribe to rest, and by the way, they rummaged through the ground for the missing property, while Gege and Dede followed Yan Mo and the others back to Jiuyuan first.

The bone bird vacated again, Yuan Zhan stood by the bird's eye and looked at the field below, and suddenly said to Yan Mo: When this war is over, let's build the road. "

Um? "

Yuan Zhan turned around and built a road leading to the dwarf tribe. Population, food, and roads, you said that the three complement each other. There are many savage tribes in this land. I want to bring them all into Jiuyuan, and only roads can make my idea come true. "

Yan Mo was a little startled, Yuan Zhan said about building the road, but he could hear the huge ambition from the seemingly indifferent tone of the other party. No wonder this guy is so ruthless to the Dofi tribe, and directly flattened the tribe. Does he want to unify the wild land?

Yuan Zhan has changed, no, perhaps it should be said that he gradually revealed his true self. After gaining power, he no longer concealed his ambitions and desires. He wanted to gain more power, to occupy more land and people. The joint attack of the Moran and Huángjing tribes only gave him the best reason to invade other tribes.

With such an idea, Yuan Zhan directly diverted to Dahekou on the way, and he wanted to know first-hand information.

Dahekou, with the addition of a new force against the sky, the curse witch, the enemy retreated very quickly. The sorcerer used more than 500 prisoners of war captured by the riverside mermaid tribe as sacrifices, and cursed all enemies who wanted to attack Jiuyuan to lose their ability to walk as long as they stepped on the land of Jiuyuan.

At first, neither the moor gān nor the huángjing tribe knew what happened to their team, until someone cried and shouted, saying that they had offended the water god and were cursed by the water god, the leaders of the two tribes did not react. But it was already too late. As long as the slaves and warriors who crossed the boundary monument erected by Jiuyuan all fell to the ground, no matter whether you were an ordinary warrior or a divine-blood warrior, all of them lost the ability to walk.

The soldiers of Jiuyuan were all overjoyed. They had no sympathy or compassion for these enemies who attacked Jiuyuan. Seeing that all the enemies who used to show off their might fell to the ground, they immediately rushed up and slashed with their knives.

The captured new prisoners of war were then sent to sacrifice to the curse witch, and within half a day, the Morgān and Huángjing tribes did not dare to send people to cross the river or cross the boundary monument.

When Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan arrived, they happened to see the cursed witch as the center. There was a river of blood all around him. Hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war were cut off their necks and fell to the ground. collection.

The curse witch had loose hair and stood barefoot in the blood pool. He held a skeleton staff, raised his hands high, and did some weird movements in the blood pool.

Yan Mo had never seen such a curse witch before, and before he even got close, he felt a chill coming from that killing ground.

Such a cursed witch made him unfamiliar and made him shudder!

With so many corpses, at least not less than a thousand, the curse witch actually killed all of them!

Yuan Zhan and others were used to seeing this kind of scene, but Yan Mo was different. He almost fell with a humiliating soft foot.

As a doctor and researcher, he has seen corpses, and even went to some war zones to buy corpses. But he had never seen so many corpses at one time, and it was still a dead body!

Standing outside the circle of corpses, he even thought he heard the gurgling of blood from the prisoners' throats.

Before everyone noticed, Yuan Zhan held Yan Mo's arm as if to support him.

Yan Mo came back to his senses, his face pale, I'm fine. ' he whispered.

he just

Surprised by his master's generosity. Should I thank the cursed witch for not telling him of his plans?

But regardless of Yuan Zhan, or the other warriors of Jiuyuan, or even the mermaid warriors, they were not too shocked to see this scene. There was fear on their faces, and the fear was the ability of the curse, but not the fear of so many dead people.

Yan Mo took a deep breath, but was coughed up by the thick smell of blood.

silent? "

I'm fine! "Yan Mo repeated, he told himself that he had to adapt, this world was not the peaceful world he used to be, or the world he used to be. When some countries and regions were carrying out religious wars and genocide, the situation was more difficult than that. Not much better now.

Yan Mo sucked in his breath. After a few breaths, his strength returned. He gently pushed Yuan Zhan away and walked towards the forefront of the battlefield.

At this time, the mermaid warriors were still fighting underwater with the fierce shòu sent by Moor.

The soldiers of Jiuyuan were cleaning the battlefield and guarding, the fighting was suspended, and the ambulancemen ran back and forth by the river, looking for their wounded soldiers.

Hao and Shengu saw the two and hurriedly came to greet them.

How's it going? " Yuan Zhan asked.

We have repelled their attacks twice. With Lord Curse Zu, none of them could break through the battle formation. " Shen Gu said, looking at the sorcerer standing in the blood pool with a very awe.

fierce? "

He went to the other side of the river to check out the enemy. The Morgān tribe was afraid of the curse of the cursed ancestors, and had already retreated to about five miles behind the boundary monument. But the Huáng Jing tribe was separated by the big river, they hid in the woods on the other side and did not retreat too far. "

When you come back, you will cross the river with me, and kill all the enemies of the Huáng Jing tribe first! "

Yes! "

Yan Mo looked at the curse witch, the old man knew that his life was not long and it was no longer suitable to cast such a large-scale curse, but he still did it.

Doesn't he know that the curse will backfire? As a cursed witch, how could he not know?

So he wanted to die? The old man lived happily and arrogantly, but he had no intention of seeking death.

Then why did he...

Yan Mo understood that the sorcerer was for him.

He is the priest of Jiuyuan, and the cursed witch is his master. Probably, this old man with a little old-fashioned temperament thinks that as a great cursed ancestor, he must never lose face to his apprentices, and he wants to let the people of Jiuyuan know how powerful he is, so he It was a big deal in front of so many people.

Yan Mo was both angry and funny. The angry old man disregarded his own body, and laughed at the old man's heart and lungs for his half-way apprentice.

Master, don't worry, with me here, I will never let you die casually. You should continue to live as a nuclear weapon for Jiuyuan.

Yan Mo twisted his neck and broke his hands, signaling the people next to him to give in.

Da He, who came out, immediately cleared the field with the other two guards.

Yan Mo looked around the river and the trees on both sides. He saw a relatively flat boulder by the river and climbed up with Dahe's hand.

Watch it, don't let people kill me with arrows. "Yan Mo said half-jokingly.

Dahe was very nervous when he heard this.

Yuan Zhan frowned when he saw Yan Mo's movement. Wouldn't this person want to dance the sacrifice dance again? It's not necessary at all.

Yes, Yan Mo wanted to dance the sacrificial dance, but not to inspire the soldiers, but to comfort the spirits, to appease the souls who died on the battlefield, and at the same time to relieve his master a little bit of backlash.

Because of the curse, the resentment on this battlefield was too heavy, and since skipping the sacrifice dance, he became particularly sensitive to this residual spiritual power.

This is not a superstition, nor is it an ethereal theory of the soul, but he knows that after a person dies, especially in the case of strong unwillingness or resentment, the dead person will leave behind a special magnetic field wave, which was studied in his previous life. In my career, I have also verified it a little because of curiosity.

Most of this special magnetic field dissipates quickly, but there are also special cases. This world pays attention to the power of the soul. When the sorcerer borrows the life of prisoners of war as a source of power to curse the enemy, this power is gathered together by Qiáng Xing, although the energy of the sorcerer is so powerful, but the resentment of the soldiers who died tragically is also condensed. .

There is also the hatred, attachment, reluctance, etc. left by his own soldiers after death. If he leaves it alone, he can't bear it. These people fought for Jiuyuan and died for Jiuyuan. As a priest, he at least hoped to give them a ride at the end.

Ding--"

Qingyue's bell faintly spread to the surrounding when Yan Mo stood on the big rock and performed his first action.

But Yan Mo didn't have any bells on his body, he just took off his shoes and socks and one arm was red just to make it easier for him to dance.

On the other side, the head of the Huáng Jing tribe who was secretly observing the other side asked his subordinates: Who is that old man? What in gān? "

The people of the Huáng Jing tribe couldn't recognize the old man. They remembered that the priest of Jiuyuan looked like a teenager, but they could guess the identity of the old man by looking at the old man's movements and clothes, and maybe he was a sorcerer. "