Chapter 70: Mythology

The puppet under the control of Soul Steal has lost its ability to think independently, and the only thought left is to execute the master's orders. When he came to the Shulin, he completely forgot that this is a forbidden place where the holy tree of the clan is rooted.
The dull-looking Asa youth went straight into the woods, and soon attracted the attention of the sentry. They quickly stepped forward to stop and asked him why he broke into the forbidden ground. Realizing that the other party was ignoring them, he walked straight into the depths of the woods. The sentry realized that the problem was serious and quickly blew his whistle, calling for his companion who guarded the holy tree to come and support him. Although the number of guards was less than half that of usual, the response speed was not slow, and within six minutes six Asa militiamen hurried. At this time, the sentinel who had called the police had knocked the guy who broke into the forbidden ground to the ground, and the man was still struggling meaninglessly.
"What's going on?" The patrol leader walked over and asked.
"This guy didn't know what went crazy, so he went into the forest without saying a word, come and help me hold him!" The sentry said eagerly.
"It seems that the sanity is a little unconscious, shouldn't it be too much?"
"God knows!"
"Huh? Look at his back... what is that?"
At this time, someone finally found the foreign body attracted to the back of the intruder, and quickly greeted his companion to check it out. Six Assa militiamen surrounded the soul-stealing puppet, all eyes focused on the pale, small skull on his back. Feeling the evil breath from the skull, everyone involuntarily numb their scalp.
"Hey... let me die!"
The stealing spirit hiding in the tree grinned broadly, and a cruel light flashed in his eyes. At the same time, the goblin skull attached to the back of the puppet burst with a bang, and a large ball of fire burst out. The surrounding Asa militiamen were too engulfed in flames before they could react at all, and instantly burned six charred bodies.
"It's a bunch of idiots!" Canikwe looked at the body and shook his head contemptuously, struggling with his feet on the tree fork, spreading his wings under the cover of "Wandering Powder", gliding against the treetops, gliding in the air Looking down, I soon noticed the huge old tree located in the middle of the glade.
"Ilmin Sur, I found you!"
Soul stealing restrains the ecstasy of the heart, gathers its wings and lands on a ash tree, burrows into the lush canopy to hide, while taking advantage of the "traceless powder" to maintain the magic of the last half-minute, hurriedly unfold a scroll and concentrate on reading Take the spell copied on the scroll.
"Hyóla!"
When the Soul Stealer reads the spell activation character, all the spells in the scroll seem to come alive, transformed into a little golden magical whirlwind off the scroll and hovering and dancing in front of it.
Caniqui throws away the scroll that has turned into a pile of waste paper, and whispers near the golden whirlwind, describing the scene he has seen in the most concise language-the emphasis is of course on the holy tree "Ilmin "Sur" specific location.
The little magical whirlwind absorbed every word spoken by Soul Stealer into the eye of the wind and saved it, then it turned into a golden air flow and flew away, disappearing at the end of Soul Stealer's vision in a blink of an eye.
"Hey~ I've done all I have done, and then I can watch a good show." Soul Stealer retracts into the depths of the canopy, and his eyes are thrown out of the village, expecting that the look of gloating and gloating alternated in his eyes.
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At the same time that "Stealing Spirit" Canikwe dived into the grove of woods, Joan was leaning back against the black oak tree transplanted next to "Old White", sitting under the shade of the tree and leisurely reviewing spell books. Suddenly, the sound of explosions from the woods aroused his alertness. Without thinking about putting away the spellbook, he quickly climbed onto the black oak tree, and looked down at the direction of the explosion. He saw a burst of firelight.
"Is there a fire?" Joan guessed secretly. However, after waiting for a long time, no one showed up, only to find that the Asa guards who should have patrolled the forest all disappeared mysteriously.
The strange atmosphere in the woods made Joan shudder, realizing that something was going to happen, he quickly pulled out a piece of copper wire and used a "messaging technique" to warn Conte.
Joan completed the casting ceremony step by step, but the piece of copper wire in his hand did not have the magic resonance as usual. It took a moment to remember that the maximum communication distance of "Communication" was only more than one hundred feet. Conti was clearly at the moment. It is far beyond the communication distance, and it is not surprising that the spellcasting fails.
Depressing the depressed mood, Joan was planning to climb down the tree and go to Kandy in person. The left palm was hot, "tears of tears" emerged on his own, and sent a soul message into his mind.
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Mythology: Discover mythical creatures of order 1!
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Tier 1 mythical creature? !
Joan's legs stretched back under the tree and retracted, sitting on the branch with a daze.
Having lived in the village of Powhatan for so long, he is convinced that there are no other mythological creatures except "Lao Bai" in the village. But what kind of ghost is the "first-order mythical creature" sensed by "tears of God" just now? !
After a short period of confusion, Joan gradually awakened. The induction of "Tears of God" will never go wrong, which indicates that another mythical creature has just arrived in the village of Povatan. The current sensing range of "Tears of God" is about 1 mile with Joan as the center, covering almost half of the village. The closer the mythical creature is to Joan, the stronger the induction. Based on the current intensity of the induction, Joan speculates that the opponent is not far from himself and is probably within his visual range. However, he widened his eyes and looked around to see no suspicious creatures.
Standing in the quiet woods, Joan felt some inexplicable fear, his hair all standing upright. So far, he still knows nothing about the mythical creature hidden in the dark, but judging from the behavior of the other party infiltrating into the village of Pohuatan without knowing it, I am afraid that he has no good intentions. Driven by a sense of crisis, Joan dismissed the idea of ​​leaving the ash forest immediately and decided to hide in the tree for a while and see what would happen next.
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Leading a hundred hundred ogres to march through the jungle for a long distance without making noise-this is almost a miracle! Counting all the ogre groups in the world of Vales, only the "wise king" Shrek and his loyal warrior group can complete such a feat.
Shrek’s army set off from the deep forest valley and drove for four consecutive days and nights, as the "Snake Hand" Sharman expected to successfully approach the periphery of the village of Pohuatan.
The reason why this expeditionary army with 500 fully equipped ogres samurai as the main force was able to keep secret during the march, did not alarm the sentry of the Algonquin tribe, except for the military discipline that Shrek personally formulated and strictly implemented, such as on the march. The prohibition of noisy battles, the prohibition of firing, the prohibition of hunting of birds and beasts, and the hunger of carrying only dry food, etc., there are two other factors that cannot be ignored: the first is of course thanks to the opening of the "Blight Corps" led by "Snake Hand" Shaman The activity attracted most of the attention of the Algonquins, and neglected to guard against secret threats. In addition, the dwarf alchemists who surrendered to King Shrek also helped a lot. Five hundred ogres The warriors are all smeared with "chameleon medicine oil" made by gnomes from head to toe. This magical alchemy agent can automatically change colors according to the environment. The skin and armor of the ogres become colorful under the action of the medicine oil. It provides a strong concealment for the marching among the forests, and even the sharp-eyed falcons can hardly detect abnormalities, not to mention the Asa militia standing on the guardhouse several miles away.
After four consecutive days of rapid march, King Shrek's warrior regiment was approaching within three miles of the village of Povatan, taking into account the possibility of continuing to alert the sentry. King Shrek ordered the suspension of the march, anchoring the troops under the shady hillside, riding a fierce giant bear with heavy plate armor on the hill, and using the binoculars to investigate the movement of the village of Povatan opposite.
The Algonquin Valley, where the Povatan village is located, is a basin surrounded by mountains. There are only two north and south passes to enter and exit. The easy-to-defend terrain and the surrounding walls erected by the village leave a deep impression on the Ogre Lord impression. Based on the commanding experience accumulated during the years of expeditions, Shrek knows that it is almost impossible to capture the heavily guarded village of Povatan under his normal circumstances. Fortunately, Shrek was not fighting alone. This morning I received a message from Shaman that I learned that the patriarch and his wife of the Algonquin tribe had jumped into their elaborate trap and led the main force to leave the village and go deep into the jungle to pursue Shaman. Withered Monster Corps.
Shrek did not completely trust allies from the north. He initially doubted Shaman’s intelligence. However, after investigating on the spot with a telescope, he confirmed that Shaman’s statement was true. The village of Pohuatan did not seem to have enough left-behind troops and was in the weakest defense. stage.
"If the king is determined to launch an attack, now is the best time." Casio, who accompanied Shrek to investigate the enemy, also reached the same conclusion.
The Ogre Lord was still suffocated, put down his binoculars and sat down, said without hesitation: "What Shrek wants is not to occupy this village, but the wisdom spring water buried under the roots of the ancient tree, confirming the ancient tree It is unwise to launch an offensive before the specific position."
"Great King Yingming!" The court poet sent a flattery at the right time, his eyes turned back to the Algonquin Valley, murmured: "The little goblin named Chanikwe, it is best not to let the king down."
Shrek's patience paid off. When the sun rose above the treetops, a golden airstream hovered from the valley where the Povatan village was located, and quickly flew towards the hills where Shrek and Casio were, and they entered their vision within 10 minutes.
"It's 2 rings of "Wind Speed", a spell dedicated to remote communication." Casio uses "mysterious vision" to identify the magic contained in the small golden whirlwind, and can't help but show excitement, "King, that must be It is the latest information sent by Soul Thief!"
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