Chapter 574

The principal is angry, why do they have so many powerful witches? Do they have their own temples like the cities? "

The subordinates couldn't answer, they could only smile bitterly.

The principal saw that the old witch on the other side was moving more and more smoothly, and he seemed to hear a strange and pleasant sound in his ears. He was afraid that this was a new curse or sorcery, and he repeatedly ordered the opponent: Shoot the arrow! Throw spears! she killed him! Can't let him jump down again! quick! "

Chapter 375: The Dance of Comforting Spirits

Warriors with strong and accurate heads lined up and drew huge bows and arrows, and the arrows were aimed at the old witch standing on the big rock on the other side of the river.

Shoot the arrows! "

Whoosh whoosh! "

Protect the priest! Dahe saw the arrow, shouted, and swooped over with his shield in hand.

The other Jiuyuan warriors were anxious, but they couldn't leave the place without an order. Hundreds of people could only shout together, hating the Huáng Jing tribe on the other side.

Faster than Dahe were Yuan Zhan and Shengu. Shengu's body turned into two figures in the air, and they went to catch the arrows.

Yuan Zhan threw out countless earth arrows and flying arrows with a flick of his hand.

The big river and the deep valley fell into the river, and the mermaid warrior saw that they were his own and immediately supported them with the river water.

The big river and the deep valley did not return to the shore, but stood by the river ready to meet the enemy at any time.

Sitting at the back of the trench, he waved his hand and sent a team. That team quickly rushed to the front of the big stone. Like the big river and the deep valley, they all went down to the river and stood by the river.

Seeing the flying arrows and spears from the other side, Yuan Zhan snorted coldly, leaving Shen Gu and Da He and the others to protect Yan Mo, and backhanded a hero who came to support him, jumped on its back, and shouted: "Cross the river!" "

In response, Yingzhao spread her wings and flew into the air, rushing towards the opposite bank.

The Huáng Jing tribe on the other side had seen a few heroic tricks that came to support them before, but at most they were carrying people in the air to observe, and they never dared to fly over the other side, so although they were envious of Jiuyuan’s ability to fly and fight The semi-intelligent creatures do battle, but they are not very afraid.

Now that he only dares to ride Yingzhao to fly over when he sees the other party alone, the leader Huáng Jing let out a disdainful sneer. "

People with good eyesight who knew Yuan Zhan's face changed after seeing the appearance of the person riding on Ying Zhao's body, and hurriedly told the leader: Lord Niu, the person who flew over was the leader of Jiuyuan! "

Oh? Is he the blood warrior who is likely to reach level seven? Go and invite the envoy of Luo Quecheng!" Huáng Nian didn't care, and even thought that the leader of Jiuyuan was too reckless to underestimate the enemy, and even dared to fly over alone.

Stupid! Now that you're here, don't think about going back! Huáng raised his voice abruptly and shouted: All soldiers obey orders! The person who flew over is the leader of Jiuyuan, whoever can kill him, I will reward him with five horned bulls and twenty slaves on behalf of the chief! If it is a slave, leave slave status!"

When the warriors of the Huáng Jing tribe heard the content of the reward, they all roared with excitement, slammed the weapon hard, and shouted: Kill him! "

Huáng ran over someone and told him: That savage is a soil-controlling warrior, and he is at his weakest in the air now, don't let him fall to the ground, just drop him in the air! "

Subject: Yes! "

Huáng Nian immediately ordered, and a team of two hundred people rushed out from the edge of the woods. These two hundred people are all fourth-level warriors, and they are already the most brilliant team of the Huáng Jing tribe. The leader of the team is the person who has just been instructed, and is also a fifth-level god-blood warrior.

Don't underestimate this fifth-level god-blood warrior. Although his level is not high, he has special abilities. He is a god warrior who truly inherited the blood of the Huáng Jing tribe. When he rushed out, his body was deformed, and his fingers The webs grew, the skin grew between the arms and the body, the mouth protruded, and the whole person became like a large bat.

The fighter flew up, he couldn't fly for long, but what made him great was not his flying, but the silent attack from his mouth.

Yuan Zhan, who was riding on Ying Zhao, saw the flying batman, and when he saw him open his mouth, he was thinking about how the other party would attack when he felt a strong impact. This invisible and sudden attack almost knocked him down from the air.

But how could the original war be shot down? The strength of the opponent's attack did not break through his body's defense, he just shook it and sat up again.

The Batman opened his mouth, and the invisible attack struck again. This time, the original battle was already prepared. As soon as he saw the Batman open his mouth, he raised his right hand, and a long vine like a whip emerged from his hand, and the Batman was lifted from the air. pull down.

The Batman didn't expect that the soil-controlling warrior would not control the soil, and played with a vine whip that was very similar to the ability of Moore's divine blood. The whip made him dizzy, and he didn't get up for a long time.

The defeat of the Batman calmed the huáng crystal warriors who rushed out, but under the heavy reward, there were still people who were not afraid to throw spears at Yuan Zhan.

The speed of Ying Zhao was very fast, Yuan Zhan hated the people from the Huáng Jing tribe sneaking up on Yan Mo, and after shooting down the arrows and spears that came towards him, they jumped into the air before Ying Zhao landed.

The row of sharp archers standing on the bank of the river with arrows was the first to be unlucky, and they didn't even have a chance to escape, so they were completely buried by the suddenly raised land.

Waiting for Yuan Zhan to step on the ground, the crystal warriors on the river bank blinked

It all disappeared behind the eyes! Batman didn't have time to fly, but he struggled hard, and the evidence was a hand and half a membrane exposed on the soil.

Huáng Ran, who was commanding and watching the battle at the edge of the woods, had his expression twisted to the extreme at that moment. Is this the power of a seventh-level soil control warrior?

Fortunately, his response was not slow. When he saw that he was defeated, he immediately ordered behind him: Retreat! Back to the woods together! Everyone scattered! Don't concentrate! "

The warriors of the Huángjing tribe retreated rapidly into the woods like làngcháo. No one dared to face the Uehara battle. Now everyone is praying for the envoys from Luoque City who are behind to come quickly.

While arranging for his own troops to retreat, Huáng Nian greeted all the Divine-Blood Warriors brought out this time, and asked them to use the woods to attack the original battle.

For the time being, let's not talk about how one person fought against the Huáng Jing tribe in the original war, and let's talk about the other side of the river.

Once Yan Mo enters the state, it is difficult to notice the external situation. At this time, all his attention is devoted to communicating with heaven and earth.

It's hard for him to describe how he feels now in words.

He didn't need to learn how to dance the Soul Consolation Dance in particular, because he seemed to know how to dance instinctively.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the sorcerer had taught him the basics and essentials of dancing the three sacrificial dances, just as someone told him the basics of cooking.

Then the sacrificial dance he danced last time was like someone led him to cook a big dish, and he did it so many times that he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to. After cooking this big dish, he has a sense of knowing everything when cooking other dishes. Even if he has never learned it, he probably knows how to do it, but because he is not skilled, it may not be very good at the beginning. Eat, but he's not afraid to put the wrong seasoning or make the wrong process, because something will tell him.

No matter what kind of sacrificial dance, there is a warm-up preparation at the beginning. This warm-up is to tell the gods and spirits that I am going to dance the sacrificial dance. I ask you for something, and then through his call, There will be singular or plural deities called by him, then he will say his request, and then the summoned deities will tell him how to move his body to communicate the energy of heaven and earth to achieve his purpose.

He thought that maybe the first generation of people who danced the sacrificial dance had the same ability as him, they were able to communicate directly with the gods, and they learned how to flow with the gods.

With Wu Guo's reminder last time, this time, although he didn't need to ask the sky, he still cautiously summoned only one god. Because he was close to the big river, he tried to summon the water god. He didn't know if the water god came or not, but He could feel the wetness around him getting heavier and heavier as he prayed and called, and an invisible mist of water surrounded him.

O god of water, sacrifice the blood of these warriors, hear my prayer and tell me how to comfort these dead souls. "Yan Mo whispered.

Something touched him lightly, and through his clothes, he felt that his whole body was wrapped in water vapor, but it was not cold or uncomfortable. On the contrary, he felt very comfortable.

Something seemed vaguely telling him that it wasn't enough.

What is not enough? Isn't there enough sacrifices to exchange for?

It seems that the curse witch is right, no matter what kind of sacrifice, the sacrifice of the priest himself is the most important, even if there are other sacrifices, the priest himself must pay a certain price.

O god of water, I offer my blood as a sacrifice to comfort these dead souls, may they rest in peace. "

Yan Mo took out a small knife from his waist and took the initiative to slash his palm, letting the blood flow down his wrist, but it didn't drip, as if it was absorbed by the invisible water mist around him.

His coagulation speed is very fast, and the palm of his hand begins to heal after seven or eight drops of blood, and the god summoned this time does not seem to be particularly greedy, and he does not ask for more, perhaps because there are other sacrifices?

A voice or a kind of energy directly conveyed what he could understand in his mind: come, listen to their demands, fulfill their last wishes, and let their souls return to heaven and earth..."

Yan Mo felt as if his soul was being pulled, slowly extending and rising, and then he saw a large number of dead souls on the ground on the ground, but still wandering in place.

Some of these souls are incomplete, some are complete, and their expressions are different. Some souls are still fighting, while others are standing blankly.

The dead souls found him, and they looked up at him together, and some whispered, "God, I see God."

Yan Mo thought that his soul was just floating in the sky, but he didn't know that his body also floated into the air.

Jiuhara's soldiers, alive and dead, all looked up at him. What the living person sees is a thin old man with silver hair, but what the dead soul sees is a half-hearted teenager.

The boy closed his eyes, with an unconscious compassion and compassion on his face, his body slowly swayed, and his arms slid lightly through the air.

Ding--"

The pleasant clear bell rang again.

The indescribable beautiful music reaches the ears of all souls.