Chapter 66: "Snake Hand" Shaman

Soul stealing did not wait too long, a lone figure came from the forest across the river bank.
The man wore a black velvet cloak that exudes magical fluctuations. In his right hand, he holds a staff sculpted from obsidian. The smooth rock surface has a silky red texture, like smoldering charcoal, which emits a hot. Magic power, as if looking at a distance will burn your eyes.
The black robe walked to the river and slowly raised his left arm. The wide robe sleeve slipped down the arm, revealing a strange arm: the elbow was cut off, and the wound section was changed to a viper with the same thickness as the original arm. What is even more incredible is that this poisonous snake that was cut off and transplanted to the left arm of the black robe was still alive, twisting a slender and smooth body, revealing a back covered with black scales and a milky abdomen, a wide and flat head Slowly, he spit out a purple snake letter in his mouth, and venomous fangs looming.
The black robe shook his shoulders, and the viper transplanted to his left arm communicated with his soul, as if a real arm was raised upward, and the snake bite the cape's lower edge and pulled back. The hood slipped down, revealing a face that could not be seen at a specific age. The pale complexion and heavy dark circles showed that the person was used to day and night. The gray eyes were deep and cold, and no emotion could be seen.
The weirdo walked slowly to the river with his staff and looked at the wide river in front of him, with a sarcastic arc rising between his lips.
"Those guys on the other side thought it would be naive to stop my footsteps with this river alone."
The black robe sneered and cast a spellcasting gesture, chanting a prayer of praise to a demon lord in a low voice, and the evil magical power immediately emerged from his body, turning the flesh and blood into a cloud of mist.
The fog had almost no weight, maintained a vaguely human figure and floated off the ground. Under the push of the night breeze, it quickly floated across the river 100 yards wide, and condensed into a flesh body on the opposite bank.
"Spirit of Souls" Canikwe quickly ran to the black robe and bowed to his knees, his face flattering.
"Dear Master, your most loyal servant, Canicui, is waiting for your assignment."
His face was filled with flattering smiles, but the soul-stealing body was trembling. He asked the black-robed man to poke his cuff with the afterglow of his eyes, lest the viper came out of the cuff to bite his throat.
Canicui has reason to maintain a gesture of fear and fear in front of his master. The high-level deacon "Snake Hand" Sharman of the "Conquer Church" is not a kind-hearted person. He treats the enemy as cruelly as his men. Canikwe witnessed Shaman wielding his "snake hand" bitter subordinates more than once, and those unlucky ghosts died without poison. Canikwe did not want to be the next victim, and no matter how humble he was in front of Shaman in order to live his life.
"Snake Hand" Sharman was satisfied with the servant's humble gesture, shaking his robe sleeve, and motioning for Canicui to flash away.
Soul Stealing relieved himself secretly, eager to run away, but of course he did not dare to show so explicit, and maintained a humble expression of retreat.
"Snake Hand" Sharman walked on his staff and walked directly into the depths of the jungle on the south bank of the Yifen River. Looking around the tall and lush cypresses, he nodded in satisfaction.
Sharman stopped and suddenly staved his staff to the ground under his feet. With a thud, the Obsidian Staff plunged into the soft soil covered with fallen leaves, like a stone thrown into the calm lake, and the negative energy shock wave full of the magic of destruction and death spread out quickly, covering 120 feet of space around Shaman in an instant. The flowers and trees impacted by this evil magic instantly withered and withered, forming a circle of death around the "Snake Hand" Sharman. The dark dead leaves inside the ring contrast strongly with the green trees outside the ring, presented in the most intuitive way The opposite of death and life.
Stepping on dead branches and leaves at the foot, Shaman's pale face glowed with a strange blush, and his eyes became radiant. While destroying a large number of surrounding trees, this fallen Druid and 6th-level "wood destroyer" not only satisfied the desire to destroy, but also took the life of the trees and transformed his spirit into his own magic. This cruel predatory act is the "wither" "The unique method of cultivation is also the driving force behind the continuous destruction of forests by Shaman and his colleagues.
It's not enough to destroy the trees. Sharman will use the negative energy polluted plants in another way. He shook his shoulders, manipulated the viper attached to his left arm to drill out of his cuffs, unlocked his waist bag with a finger-like snake letter, and drew a root from it.
The root of this "Gandhias Devil Tree" is about half a foot long, the twisted roots are dark red, the surface is covered with large and small nodules, and the thin roots are like a bunch of twisted blood vessels. The slight tremor in the mouth of the poisonous snake is more like a deformed heart than a tree root.
Sharman raised the "root of Gantias" with a snake hand and chanted softly to start the spell of this singular object. The roots of the Scarlet Tree seemed to sense the strong negative energy around them, shaking violently in excitement, and at the same time they became red and shiny.
The trees around Shaman that had just been killed by the negative energy shock wave were radiated by the red light radiated by the "root of Gantias", as if injected with evil vitality, and they wriggled one after another: the withered shrubs turned into dead branches Strangely, conifers are transformed into dead needle monsters, and vines are transformed into dead needle monsters.
These blighted monsters were separated from the soil they once lived in, and gathered around Shaman in all directions, watching the ancient and evil tree roots in his hands with awe.
Sharman was not surprised by this scenario. The "Root of Gantias" in his hand is not small. The so-called "Gantiyas" is said to be the name of a legendary vampire centuries ago. This ruthless night lord used his powerful magic to conquer a kingdom, forcing his subjects to build a magnificent tower known as the "tip of the night tooth" for him. In the decades that followed, Gantias ruled this dark country brutally until his tyranny was overthrown by a hero, and the vampire tyrant himself ushered in the end, and was pierced by a wooden pier and died.
However, the legend does not end there.
The blood of Gantias gave the pile that pierced his heart a terrifying magic, and many years later the pile sprouted a curly sprout and grew into a sapling full of the evil essence of the vampire. A crazy druid discovered the sapling and transplanted it into the underground cavern where the sun never appeared. It is said that this magic tree was here to bear the first batch of withered seeds in the world. And the cultivator of the Gantias Devil Tree-the crazy druid who betrayed nature's beliefs-also became the first "wither" in the world of Vales.
"Snake Hand" Sharman does not know to what extent the above legend is true, nor does he know the origin of the "Gandias Devil Tree" and its breeders and the "Conquering Order", he only knows that the Order includes him All the high-level "withers" can receive a "Root of Gantias" from Pope Duo Lan. Once a week, Sharman can release the magic power of "Root of Gantias" and activate a large number of dead branches and leaves into a withered corps loyal to himself.
"Root of Gantias" became bleak after the magic was released, and the roots were razed like frost. In the next seven days, Shaman will destroy a forest every day, and inject some of the stolen trees into the "root of Gantias", so after a week of recharging, the "root of Gantias" In order to restore the magic, create a new batch of withered monsters. At the same time, the old dead branch monsters will also lose their vitality and return to dead branches and leaves.
Fortunately, "Root of Gantias" still has the effect of deterring the withered monster even after the magic is exhausted. As long as Shaman holds this root, he can order the withered monster to do anything. This fact made Sharman realize that "the root of Gantias"-not himself-is the true master of the withered monster. If he wants to use this regiment to make a difference on the south bank of the Eifen, the most important thing is One thing is to take good care of "Root of Gantias".
Thinking so, Sharman carefully retracted the "root of Gantias" into his waist pouch, and glanced at Canikai, the "stolen spirit".
Chanikwe is not only proficient in stealing souls, but Shaman implied that his pickpocketing servant had better not to hit the "root of Gantias", otherwise he would cut Chanikwe mercilessly. The restless claws were stuffed into his mouth.
Chanikwe was trembling with this meaningful glance, and stuttered to ask Sharman: "Dear Master, what do you ask?"
Sharman manipulated the snake hand and scratched his chin. He said thoughtfully: "These dead monsters are not enough to destroy the villages of the Algonquins. I also need to hire a stronger force."
"Are you referring to the "Ogre Lord" Shrek and the so-called'Five Hundred Warriors' entrenched in the nearby mountains?" Chanikwe shrugged. "The King Shrek's horse is indeed powerful, but he opened The price of employment is also scary!"
"It's not necessary to spend a lot of money to buy the self-proclaimed fat man. The key is to do what is right." Sharman's lips showed a mysterious smile. "I have every confidence to convince the Ogre Lord to join my expeditionary army. As for You, Canyqui, all I have to do now is take me to Shrek."
"Follow your orders, my master." Soul Stealer bowed deeply to Shaman and led the way with doubt.
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