From various perspectives, Huo Yanyang and Cordoba's heroic rescue of the old man was an accidental incident. They originally just wanted to take a test with a young shaman named Taki.

I thought someone would come to attack here.

It was also by chance that Duke Darkwing, a player who had a good status among the grassroots cultists in Whispering City, came up with the idea to fight Qiu Feng, and then the two of them bumped into each other happily.

What happened next is very clear. Huo Yanyang used [Passionate Flying Kick] to forcibly interrupt the old shaman's attempt to cast a spell, while Cordoba playfully killed the two cultists.

Then he used extremely cruel methods to twist the Dark Wing Duke who was trying to have a relationship into a mosaic. For the specific details, you can imagine the feeling of wringing out the water after washing the towel. It shouldn't be too different...

All in all, the scene was extremely bloody.

Anyway, the old orc shaman probably had never seen anything like this before, so he opened his mouth and fainted with a loud sound.

"Are you squeezing juice?" Huo Yanyang looked at the rag-like body in the pool of blood with a blue face, retched twice and then gritted his teeth viciously at Cordoba: "You can't use your health.

Kill him in some way?"

Cordoba shook his arms, walked not far away, and pulled out the Punisher's Staff m2k that was stuck upside down in another pool of blood: "That guy is too bad, you have to let him stretch his memory, otherwise he will be dead again in a few minutes."

Is a bitch."

"I understand the truth." Huo Yanyang covered his mouth and nose and turned away, complaining in disgust: "But can you not make the scene so bloody? I, who think I have a good psychological quality, look a little bit

I can’t stand it.”

Cordoba walked back with a smile. While activating the better-than-nothing healing rune in his palm to restore the old shaman's strength, he looked at Huo Yanyang seriously: "'That guy's pain here will be wiped out."

It's greatly attenuated, so you have to be a little bit more ruthless to make me remember it. You should know this truth."

"I've said it all! I understand all the truth!" Huo Yanyang twitched the corner of his mouth. He naturally knew that the player's pain in the World of Innocence would be reduced by more than half, and then it would be reduced by more than half on this basis, so even in the game

It would not be too unbearable to be injured or die, and it would hardly cause any psychological shadow...

Of course, the premise is that you don't die too miserably or too frequently.

"I understand, so don't talk about disgusting things or not." Cordoba snorted and looked back at the 'remains' of Duke Darkwing and others: "Aren't they just a bunch of messy color blocks?

What’s disgusting.”

Huo Yanyang was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but give Cordoba a thumbs up, and whispered: "Okay, you can do it! Those bones, intestines, and blood flying all over the sky are just a bunch of messy color blocks in your eyes. I'm convinced."

Oh! Brother, are you a chaotic evil?"

"No, I'm kind and neutral." Cordoba frowned, scratched his head and said, "It's just a bunch of color blocks. There are bones, intestines and so on..."

Huo Yanyang's eyes widened: "Are you blind? You twisted that guy into such a virtuous person and pretended not to see it!"

Cordoba reacted for a moment, then patted his head lightly: "Oh, yes! I know why!"

"Why?" Huo Yanyang looked at him in extreme confusion.

"Actually, when I first entered the game..."

Cordoba smacked his lips, said in a very serious, deep and reminiscing way: "I have turned on the 'Sensory Protection for Minors'."

Huo Yanyang was shocked at that time: "What the hell did you say?!"

"Sensory protection for minors." Cordoba grinned proudly and looked at Huo Yanyang narrowly: "You don't know, right?"

Huo Yanyang's head was full of black lines: "Of course I know, but why would you, an adult, drive that thing!?"

"Why can't it be turned on? Reduce the pain percentage, optimize visual senses, and have game time reminders. Why don't I use it?" Cordoba said very naturally, very proudly, and very rightfully: "Minors cannot watch restricted films.

It doesn’t mean that you can’t watch children’s movies as an adult.”

Huo Yanyang wilted at that time: "You are so... awesome..."

The old shaman had also woken up at this moment. He stared at the two of them blankly for a while, and then asked in a daze: "Where are those cultists?"

"It's everywhere~" Cordoba opened his mouth and startled the old orc. He paused and then said slowly: "It has turned into dust..."

"Can you please stop playing the old jokes from decades ago!" Huo Yanyang interrupted the man next to him with contempt, who was nearly two meters tall (outside the game), already in his twenties, and still shamelessly driving an underage car.

The adult with human sense protection turned his head to the old orc and shook his head: "Those guys are already dead. I am Huo Yanyang, the war priest who just arrived in Sumir some time ago. This is just my friend who came from Tianzhu Mountain.

I passed by Cordoba by chance."

"My name is Clancy, Clancy Thunder Stone, Wind Whisper Shaman." Clancy nodded gratefully to the two of them, stood up with difficulty holding on to the totem pole, bowed slightly to Huo Yanyang and said:

"I hope you and your friends can help me guard this place temporarily. Young priest, those insidious followers of the evil god have never appeared in this area before. I must report to the two earth prophets as soon as possible."

Huo Yanyang nodded and banged the war drum on his waist twice: "Just leave this place to us."

"Thank you, outstanding child." Clancy suddenly perked up under the stimulation of those two drums, and then turned to Cordoba: "And you, a powerful friend of Tianzhu Mountain, your strength makes

My old bones are amazing."

Huo Yanyang curled his lips, but he had to admit that Cordoba was indeed very strong, and he had a huge advantage when facing those cultists!

"You're welcome." Cordoba waved his hand and smiled humbly at Clancy: "Go back early. Your two disciples are still waiting up there. The red-haired man is almost crying like a fool.

."

Clancy blinked: "What did you say?"

"Ahem, I mean he is very sad."

"oh oh."

five minutes later

Watching the old shaman leave, Cordoba and Huo Yanyang each took out a small mazaar and sat down. This was what Huo Yanyang made himself after coming to Sumir. He made dozens of them in one go, and then

He secretly sold it to the guardians in various places in the Holy Mountain to make a profit. In the end, when the matter was exposed, he was almost killed by Mondo with a totem pole...

"Neither is the tower base." Cordoba played with a piece of transparent crystal and sighed leisurely: "It feels like hope is getting slimmer."

Huo Yanyang shrugged: "In the past three days, I have basically taken you to see all the big names and little geniuses in Sumir. That Taki just now was born with the ability to communicate with the spirit of fire. He became famous a few years ago.

Damn it, he doesn’t meet your standards either?”

"It's not my standard." Cordoba shook the enlightenment crystal in his hand and curled his lips and said: "It's its standard. If this thing lights up, it means it meets the standard. If it doesn't light up, it doesn't meet the standard. What I said doesn't count.

."

Huo Yanyang rolled his eyes: "Then there won't be anyone for you to meet, so let's find another place."

"That's what I planned." Cordoba nodded, and then smiled: "But if you want me to stay a little longer to help, that's fine. Anyway, there is no time limit for this task."

"As you have seen in the past two days, Sumir's situation has been 'stable'." Huo Yanyang scratched his short angry red hair, shook his head and said: "Those cultists can't handle most of the people around the main peak.

place, and we don’t have enough combat power to take down their Whispering City, so we don’t know how long the stalemate will last, and you won’t be of much help if you stay..."

Cordoba smacked his lips: "Isn't this a holy mountain? Isn't it a holy land? How come you don't even have the fighting power to deal with a cultist's lair?"

"Holy Land! You also said that this is a Holy Land, not a combat base!" Huo Yanyang gave Cordoba a middle finger, spread his hands and said: "Pilgrims and permanent combat capabilities are two different concepts, although they are composed of many strengths.

The powerful guardians stay here all year round, but those cultists are not just papery. It’s not like you don’t know how evil their power is... Damn it, you really don’t seem to know.”

Cordoba blinked innocently, he really didn't know.

That's right, even though this brother has fought head-on with many cultists in the past few days, he still doesn't have the slightest understanding of the power of those guys. The reason is very simple...

The 'divine magic' of those Whispering Cultists doesn't work on him!

It doesn't work at all!

Those cultists who shouted "You can't hit me" were knocked to their knees by Cordoba's rotating staff m2k. Those cultists who shouted "your armor is worthless" couldn't even break the "Rune Body"

Defense, those cultists who hypnotize themselves that 'your attacks are not worth mentioning'...

The grass on the grave is several feet tall.

You must know that even powerful prophets will be affected by those evil spells. Although they are not afraid of those inexplicable interferences, 'level suppression' and 'immunity' are two different things.

Cordoba is immune.

Any cultist who is involved in him, who targets him or is targeted by him, is powerless to stop him. No matter how much he screams, there is no way to save the dog's brain from being blown away.

You must know that this guy has the 'underage sensory protection' turned on, the scene is bloody...

But Cordoba, who was involved in the incident, was also puzzled. In the end, he had to blame Tianzhushan and Lu Wei for the reason, saying, "Maybe our painting style is relatively non-mainstream, so it is not affected."

"Forget it, comparing people to each other is irritating." Huo Yanyang beat the war drum on his waist and smiled proudly: "As long as I don't compete with monsters like you, I think I'm pretty strong, well, in the player field

."

Cordoba subconsciously thought of the encounter he had not long ago in the Southwest Continent, and couldn't help but shudder. He just smiled and said: "As long as you are happy, well, as long as you are happy."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Huo Yanyang stretched out, took out another piece of horse clothing and put his legs on it: He turned to Cordoba and asked, "Where do you plan to go next?

?Do you need a brother to help you with your advice?"

The latter raised his head and glanced at the southern sky: "I plan to go for a walk in the sanctuary."

"Sacred territory?" Huo Yanyang scratched his abdominal muscles and asked curiously: "Is that the base of the Holy Religion Alliance?"

Cordoba nodded slightly: "Yes, I plan to go to the City of Light over there. Think about it, what I'm looking for is not the Light of Apocalypse and the Shadow of Apocalypse. Let's not talk about the Shadow of Apocalypse.

Don’t you think it’s a good idea to look for the light in the City of Light? I heard that there are some God-favored ones over there, like a holy son or a saintly daughter, so what if I bump into them.”

"I don't have a good impression of the people in the Sanctuary. The Whispering City where those cultists are located is located between Sumir and the northern part of the Sanctuary. Those magicians haven't sent anyone to support them yet. We have all sent them.

There are four or five messengers." Huo Yanyang curled his lips, complained a few words and then suddenly laughed: "But I do know a saint. It is said that she is the favored one of the goddess of dawn. She may fit your description.
To be continued...