Chapter 82: 83. Blood

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Surprisingly, the turquoise grass was slowly attracting the blood from Hughes! There are some plants in the world that belong to carnivorous species, such as Cordyceps, but the grass in front of them does not look like a carnivorous species.
In order to enhance the survival rate, some supernatural treasures will always have alternative skills to speed up their training, at least, they must also reach a state where they can protect themselves. The secret technique currently used by the aquamarine grass is called "Hua Xue", which is a taboo in ancient times. When it absorbs enough blood, it will form a cocoon and change off. If it succeeds, it can jump directly from the opening level to the coagulation level. !
"Eh, so heavy corpse gas, so strong murderous gas." When Zuobo flew over the canyon, he was not attracted by the corpse gas of the canyon.
"There is even the smell of the air master." Waco was also surprised.
Zuobo and Waco looked at each other, and they all saw a dignified look in their eyes. Zuobo suggested: "Perhaps, we should first figure out what happened here."
Vaco lifted Seuss's body and said, "This is simple, aren't you a "dream interpretation"? I believe this guy must know what happened in the canyon."
Interpreting dreams, being able to decipher various useful information in the other party's brain, is a skill to force confessions and steal other people's secrets. Although the skill of dream interpretation is easy to use, it is also relatively demanding. If the practitioner has some basic training, the effect obtained will be greatly discounted. However, for beginners like Hughes, no secrets can be hidden under the skills of dream interpretation.
Zuobo lifted his fingers covered with white cloth and gently touched Huss' head. Suddenly, Huss's thoughts rolled over like a Yangtze River.
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The cold wind was like a knife, and it was scraped fiercely. The thin clothing trembled silently in the wind. The biting cold made the teeth gurgle, and the whole body seemed to be bound and shrunk by an invisible force. Hughes's eyes were dull but dull. The night in winter made people feel as if they were in the end. The gusty wind in winter made no doubt that this was actually the roar of death.
The birth of Hughes should be an accident. He is nothing but a product of a troll venting on a human woman. Trolls have always been discriminatory against impure lineages, they think it is an insult to the reputation of the warriors, they think it is an insult to the troll race, they even think it is to the of Kale (the troll believes) The Great God) Naked insult.
Although Hughes’ father is the most powerful warrior in the troll clan, it still cannot offset the discrimination of others, including his father. Maybe he shouldn't have lived in this world, maybe he should be strangled after he was born, or maybe this life should have been ruined happily when his life was still sprouting in his mother's stomach.
Unfortunately, there are not so many possibilities in the world. Hughes finally survived and struggled for 16 years on the verge of death. In the first ten years, the mother’s arms can be comforted. In the next six years, he can only be supported by unwilling anger.
The night sky is as dark as ink, and occasionally a few stars blink twinkling, guiding countless confused humans. Hughes's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked into the dark and vast sky. This winter seems to be particularly cold.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, but Hughes didn't even have the interest of raising his head. No matter what good or bad things happened, it had nothing to do with himself. However, when the screaming screams crossed the sky, Hughes suddenly jumped from the cold ground, staring at the source of the sound. In the biting cold wind, countless black shadows fluttered around the camp, accompanied by swords and swords, and blood splashing around.
Enemy attack! There was a word in Hughes's head. As a troll race, the most in one's life is to kill, kill and be killed. Trolls have many clients, but trolls have more enemies.
"Maybe some money can be made." Hughes thought and dived towards the place of struggle. When there is a struggle, there is death, and the purpose of Hughes is the money carried by the dead.
Hughes's approach is very filthy, especially for warriors like trolls. Hughes's approach is to blacken their faces, and then add Hughes's unfortunate identity. Once the trolls discover Hughes’s In practice, Hughes must peel off the skin even if he does not die. Only in these 16 years of hardship, Hughes realized that timidity only makes himself more difficult, and wealth is ordered to come!
Slowly crawling closer, the various figures became clearer with distance. He casually glanced at the corpses on the ground, and Hughes was shocked to find that the casualties were all trolls.
Suddenly flashed in his eyes, Hughes stared at the enemies.
The dense black dots were flying in the air, and the dancing dance was like a smile of death, and it still looked so dazzling under the dark sky. Whenever a troll was caught by those black dots, flesh and blood flew with it. Frightened and screamed, it was creepy and terrible. When the group of black dots left the human body, only a tall skeleton was left weakly on the cold ground, pale and weak.
Mad sand, a scary little stone worm, although small in size, but has a hard body and sharp teeth. Just as humans can fly into the air after training to the air world, Warcraft can also fly in the sky after reaching the air world (formation), and the crazy sand in front of it is obviously a super monster that reaches the air world, and the number is still a group!
The slightest coolness went straight to the chest, and the whole body's blood seemed to be frozen by this coolness. But when Hughes saw another creature, the whole back was shocked with sweat. There is even a evil demon-the evil demon is a pure spiritual body and belongs to physical immunity.
That powerful mental power and physical immunity are undoubtedly exactly the troll nemesis. I saw the evil demon screaming through a troll's body, the troll's weak mental strength suddenly extinguished, and the whole body was turned upside down on the ground weakly, with no sound left.
This world is helpless. When the great Kale gave the trolls a powerful physical body, they took away the spiritual potential that they should have as human beings. Each troll is an exceptional warrior, but it is extremely difficult to become a mage. . The weak spiritual power was so pale and helpless in front of the evil demon.
The wind roared mercilessly, bringing a chill that made people tremble, and also brought a pungent blood, and Hughes was terrified and confused.
"Run." The enemy's power is completely beyond his imagination, and Hughes simply makes this decision.
The gorge surrounded by mountains on three sides can effectively block the enemy, but also brutally kills the only way of life. Hughes thought over and over again how to escape from the canyon, but found it difficult to escape the enemy's vision. And he has a kind of intuition, there must be more fierce enemies lurking at the mouth of the valley, when they show their teeth from the darkness, it is when the death comes.
Hughes’ eyes were full of aura, and people knew at first sight that he must be a smart boy. But because of these eyes, he was not scolded by his father. Because his father hated human cunning.
Now in the eyes of these auras, the black eyeballs are turning around, obviously thinking about how to escape. Suddenly he took a deep breath and climbed to the battlefield while taking advantage of a somewhat chaotic scene, and then lay sideways next to a corpse, his hands shaking with a little tremor, he touched the blood tightly and forcefully, and wiped his face and neck a few times, Finally lying quietly on the cold ground motionless.
The cold wind grew fiercer, and the trolls in the canyon were completely awakened, and they were already aware of the power of the enemy. They easily touched the weapons around them and rushed to Taniguchi.
What is life? I am afraid there is no such melancholy emotion in the troll's thinking. They didn't blink when they killed, and they didn't flinch when they died. With the power of Kuangsha, he also retreated under the trolls that were going forward and succeeded; with the power of the evil demon, he was also timid under the trolls that were crazy to play their lives.
Just as the trolls rushed to the mouth of the valley in pursuit, the steel arrow and the iron gun flew down from the sky like raindrops, and the blood flower directly and helplessly interpreted the last beauty of life in a desolate way. The night sky seemed to be red with blood, purple with red, and black with red. The only stars that were still desperately flashing were also covered by the sky.
The sudden change made the lucky trolls amazed. They held back quickly with a knife and a few steps. At the mouth of the gloomy valley, the shadows were heavy, and countless warriors in heavy armor pushed the valley with neat and cruel steps. The face was tightly sealed with steel, and only one pair of eyes burned in the dark with a fierce light.
The scene inspired the unprecedented fighting spirit and courage of the trolls. The front was a fierce enemy, but the back was a handicapped elderly child. A tragic atmosphere wafted through the air.
The heavy armor moved forward slowly, and the heavy "pop" sound stepped on the ground, knocking on the heart, and a troll howled wildly under pressure, glaring at the heavy armor, and the broad saber from above Down on the head of the heavily armored soldiers fiercely, a loud bang rang through Yunxiao. Although the sound was terrifying, the effect was less pitiful. I saw the green light flash on the heavy armor, the effect of the spell appeared, miraculously flew the troll out.
On the top of a lonely peak, Huang Chengcheng’s armor still glowed under the night sky. The owner of the gold armor looked at the battle in the canyon and smiled to the side: "Although personal force is very important, but fighting is still reliable. Collective power."
As soon as the words fell, a man in a black cloak emerged from the gold armor Yar and said: "How useful are people, is the lesson three days ago enough?"
Yar couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. The night three days ago was indeed a shame and a lesson, "How long can the effect of this spell last."
The black cloak man Aidin said slowly: "Not much, half an hour."
Yal said with confidence: "That's enough." The formation with spells can completely sweep this small canyon back and forth three times.
Tiger wing formation, a formation of the army, belongs to the defensive type, which can greatly improve the resistance of the deployers.
Symbiosis, a spell, can connect the power of a group. When one member of this group is injured, the damage will be evenly distributed to others, making them more resistant to fighting. But this spell has a disadvantage, it can only defend against gravity impact and internal strength, but can not prevent that kind of direct damage, such as a knife directly heart or a knife directly cut off the head, this one-strike killing damage can no longer be Transferred.
However, the formation of the Tiger Wings by the heavy armor and the combination of the Soul Lock will undoubtedly play a finishing touch. And the troll's struggling just gave Yar a heart, feeling that the trolls were not enough to cause much damage to the heavy armor.
The great wizard Martin looked at the steel torrent that was constantly coming in from the mouth of the valley. He was very puzzled. Well, how did the Lingdong Army suddenly attack his nomadic troops. Frowning deeply, she couldn't help worrying: "Is it for that thing?"
The enemy's steps were pressing hard to give people a chance to breathe. A bar of dead wood was shaken in his hands. A pair of feet walked around the ground at a fantasy pace. Martin began to hold a ceremony unique to the great wizard.
The pace jumped faster and faster, and black mist continued to flow from the circle that Martin stepped on. The thick black mist floated spiritually toward the battlefield in front. The troll saw the black mist floating and immediately burst into cheers. .
"Blessings of such a wide range of fog, do they still have big wizards?" When Yar on the top of the mountain saw the black mist floating out, his relaxed face thickened.
"There are two big wizards in a little nomad, which is really surprising." Aidin also frowned.
"Damn, there are so many big wizards? Just killed one after another. He gave me a command, and the archer pressed forward, and the mage regiment was ready to join the battle." Yar said to the commander behind him.
The dark dense fog seemed to be full of energy, immersed in the pores of the whole body, constantly strengthening the body of the troll. I saw that the trolls were all energetic, and there was an impulse to shatter everything in their bodies, their eyes turned blood red, and there was a fierce light in the dark mist.
The dark environment, with eyes, was timid when he saw the scene. But these heavy armoured soldiers were obviously strong men who survived rigorous training. Faced with this vicious scene, no one flinched, and even the pace of advancement did not hesitate or hover. They just next to each other tightly, believe their peers, and then work together to create miracles.
Under the stimulation of thick fog, the trolls finally reached their peak. Suddenly, a wave of murderous energy scattered, the scene of confrontation began to change. The trolls roared in unison, shaking the enemy's eardrums like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the sharp knives and guns in their hands glowed coldly, rushed towards each other like moths, and the steel and iron collided in the screaming cry The separation of blood and flesh outlines a sobbing and cruel picture.
After the blessing of the fog, the fighting power of the trolls rose in a straight line. After a short transfer, the talisman of the Heavy Armored Corps was hit with a huge flash of light, which was a sign that the talisman reached its limit. Moreover, the powerful power of the trolls exaggerated the heavy armor, which severely damaged the formation of the Tiger Wing formation.
"The bow soldiers made a 40-degree salvo in front of them." The heavy armor soldiers could not resist in front of him, and Yar immediately ordered. The herald soldiers immediately used a lantern to issue a combat command at the top of the mountain.
A neat array of arrows crossed the sky, leaving a chilling "squeak" sound.
A blood flower blooms in the dark mist, but as long as the troll that has not been fatally injured does not even look at the arrow left in the flesh, it still madly and fiercely pounced on the heavy armor. However, no matter how fierce the trolls were, after flying one by one, the trolls caused great casualties and pressure.
Yar was satisfied with the coordination ability of the soldiers. When he saw that the green light of the Heavy Armored Corps was significantly weakened under the cover of the archers, he was a little relieved. As long as the spell is not broken, then the victory in this battlefield must belong to you.
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