Chapter 150 Cursing the Earth
"Okay." Xiao Yu replied that the front would be unknown, and there was no NPC protection. Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little nervous. No matter what, Xiao Yu could not retreat. Since there was no choice, Xiao Yu decided to do his best to get things done.
"Set out!" Hearing the order of the undead wizard, the NPCs of the magic professions took out a bottle of instantly recovered magic potion and poured it down. They hadn't used the potion for a long time just now, just to wait for this moment.
The undead wizard took out the bone and chanted a spell. After a while, the bone demon appeared again. Under the command of the undead wizard, the bone demon rushed towards the ghost monsters on the periphery. With a long sword in his right hand, he cut dozens of ghost monsters gathered together into two pieces. He rushed a path among the ghost monsters. The NPCs adjusted their formation and rushed out with the bone demon, and Xiao Yu was also among them.
Xiao Yu glanced at the corpses of several NPCs on the ground. The undead wizard looked at Xiao Yu and said lightly: "If you cannot complete the task, they will be left here forever."
Xiao Yu was stunned and his mental stress increased sharply. Although these were NPCs, except that they had no body, they were not much different from smart life.
The Bone Demon and the thief mentor Od killed everywhere, and the NPCs followed behind them and formed a defensive formation, like a battle fortress, moving to the distance.
Coming out from the wall, they were attacked from all sides at the same time, and the pressure of the NPCs increased sharply. Countless ghost monsters surged up like a tide, completely swallowing the NPCs countless times. Under the tenacious resistance of the NPCs, they repelled the attacks of these ghost monsters again and again.
Several ghost monsters broke through the defense of the NPCs and almost killed Xiao Yu several times. Fortunately, Xiao Yu reacted quickly and used his escape skills to dodge him in time to avoid attacks.
"When you pass that area, you are the entrance. The entrance is a narrow door. Remember, you only have thirty seconds. We will help you block these thirty seconds, but whether you can succeed depends on yourself." The undead wizard pointed the direction to Xiao Yu.
"Yeah." Xiao Yu nodded and looked forward. The so-called entrance to the altar was just a dark little door. Before the sky was completely dawn, Xiao Yu couldn't see the situation there.
"These are for you." The undead wizard handed Xiao Yu a few bottles of potions, and Xiao Yu glanced at the bottles and jars.
Intermediate Invisible Potion, Quantity 1, Primary Void Potion, Quantity 1. Intermediate Agility Potion, Quantity 1, Intermediate Instant Recovery Potion, Quantity 3.
Xiao Yu put away these potions. Since the necromancer gave them to him, it might be useful.
"Drink agility potion first and rush over." said the necromancer.
Although he was a little reluctant, Xiao Yu decisively drank the intermediate agility potion and drank another bottle of wind speed potion. With all the preparations, Xiao Yu rushed out and broke away from the protection circle of these NPCs. Although the undead wizard pointed out that there were few monsters on this road, it was extremely unsafe for Xiao Yu. After all, the people who were active here were question mark-level monsters.
Xiao Yu shot out like an arrow from the string, leaving only some phantoms behind him. A ghost eagle above his head hovered in the sky for a moment, and dived towards Xiao Yu.
The Ghost Eagle is extremely fast. It is much faster than Xiao Yu's running speed. It is about to attack Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu is about to use the Wind Step skill to resist the Ghost Eagle's attack.
Qi Dysfunction Explosion!
A series of fireballs bombarded the ghost eagle, and the fireball exploded. The ghost eagle screamed sharply and fell from the sky. The burnt feathers kept floating in the sky.
This is the second time that old man Radona has saved himself.
Xiao Yu's impression of Redona has changed a lot. At least Redona is not as heartless as he appears.
Several wandering orc warriors stood there before they could react. Xiao Yu ran through the gap between them, and the wandering orc warriors reacted and roared and chased Xiao Yu.
He rushed through three dangerous areas at the fastest speed. A shaman ghost blocked the front threw a lightning chain for Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu activated the storm step and smoothly dodged the attack of the shaman ghost. He turned sideways and passed through the shaman ghost.
The number of ghost monsters chasing Xiao Yu was increasing behind Xiao Yu. Several ghost archers tied their bows and countless arrows covered Xiao Yu densely. Xiao Yu flashed a ghostly monster and rushed forward two yards away, throwing the shot arrows behind.
Although the effects of intermediate agility potion and wind speed potion are not fully superimposed, the effect is still very obvious. With the acceleration effect of the ghost suit, Xiao Yu was astonishingly fast and avoided many ghost monsters several sharp attacks. Seeing an orc warrior wielding a giant axe and slashing at him, Xiao Yu suddenly rushed forward, flashed through the orc warrior's attack, and drilled into the short dark little door.
Xiao Yu's performance was highly appreciated by the undead wizard. Although Xiao Yu's strength was not worth mentioning to them, his skills were still good. Few people could pass through this area so smoothly. They were all praying for Xiao Yu, hoping that Xiao Yu could complete the task smoothly.
After Xiao Yu entered the small door, he looked back. The small door behind had been closed and gradually disappeared. After checking for a while, Xiao Yu went to another strange space. The sky was dark, and some unknown weeds grew all over the mountains. There was a dark path ahead, extending to endless darkness, and I don’t know where to go.
"This is inside the altar?" Xiao Yu was a little puzzled. The scene inside the altar was completely different from what he imagined.
There was no way out behind, so Xiao Yu could only walk along the path, and a lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating the entire sky.
The thunder rolled, and seemed to feel something. Xiao Yu looked into the sky. There were many illusions in the sky, with golden swords and iron horses. The two armies were fighting against each other. The black armor gained an absolute advantage and began to slaughter the soldiers wearing red armor, killing all the soldiers wearing red armor. Each black armor soldier had a bloody murderous aura on his body.
The tall and big horse was about to come, and a tall and mighty general wearing black armor led the army to a camp where there were some old, weak, women and children with no power. They were busy with their work, and they were in a peaceful and peaceful scene.
"Kill!" The general raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly. The sound of killing was shocking. The soldiers like wolves and tigers rushed into the camp and killed everyone they saw. The whole camp cried everywhere, turning into a tragic hell.
In a white tent, an old witch was making potions. When she heard the sound outside, she walked out tremblingly, and the soldiers surrounded her.
The camp was full of corpses of the elderly, weak, women and children, and blood dyed the soldiers' armor and weapons blood red.
Seeing the tragic situation in the camp, the old witch finally became angry, flew up in the wind, her robe opened angrily, like an inviolable god...
"Goods, you ugly devils, your atrocities have angered the gods, and the gods will punish you. I curse this land in the name of Edra, the witch, and after that, the grassland will fade away, the river will dry up, the desert will devour your bodies, and your race will fall into eternal killing until it disappears."
Bang, the old witch's body exploded in the air, and blood splattered everywhere, turning into a bloody rain, falling down one after another, and the sky turned into a bloody red.
From then on, the history of the demise of the Goodes began...
"It turns out that the origin of the story is this curse." After seeing these pictures, Xiao Yu finally understood the origin of the story.
The illusions in the sky change, and the next picture tells how the Goodman died, which is roughly the same as what Xiao Yu saw in the mural. The Goodman finally pushed himself to destruction.
Xiao Yu was about to continue walking forward, a childish voice sounded. Xiao Yu looked up into the sky, and Xiao Yu's body trembled slightly because the child appeared in the picture was the little boy Xiao Yu met outside.
"Mom, why is the sky blue?"
"Mom, why can't we see where the wind is?"
A harmonious and peaceful scene appeared in the sky. Like many children, the little boy asked this and that next to his mother. The little boy's mother smiled, touched the little boy's head, and kindly answered the little boy's childish questions.
The little boy's childish voice touched Xiao Yu's heartstrings. Xiao Yu knew that something unfortunate would happen soon. He didn't want to see those tragic stories, but his curiosity urged Xiao Yu to continue watching.
The originally blue sky became dim and sand and dust raged. The endless grass was swallowed by the desert. The clear river water slowly dried up. The cattle and sheep died because they had no food. The originally rich grass turned into a barren land.
The tragedy happened, and all the Goods believed that they had angered the gods and began to massacre people to sacrifice to the gods. The general's head was placed high on the altar and built a majestic and huge temple for the gods.
However, their sacrificial behavior did not allow them to be redeemed, and the desert was still spreading, so the scope of slaughtering sacrifices gradually expanded, more and more Good people were killed, and countless slaves were pushed to the altar.
Several fully armed guards rushed into the little boy's home.
"Run quickly." The little boy's parents blocked the guards with their bodies. The little boy ran out in tears, but soon, he was caught by several guards. The little boy kept kicking and hitting helplessly, but his resistance was so powerless that the little boy was led to the altar by the guards and bound to the altar.
Countless Good people were worshiping the gods. The little boy cried in horror and kept crying at his parents. The helpless little boy did not win anyone's sympathy. These Good people looked at the little boy indifferently.
Chapter completed!