Chapter 3231 [Yangyan Ray]
"What did you do?"
The witch asked, she didn't realize what had happened just now, but she was sure that it was not her or her seriously injured grandfather who was casting spells. When she looked at Xia De, she noticed the blood red that had not yet receded in Xia De's pupils. Somehow, her heart seemed to stop for a second, but after that second, it returned to normal.
Xia De shook his head:
"This question is difficult to answer. In short, it is a good thing to not be sucked in blood. The origin of this secret-level relics is probably very interesting. I mean the source of these curses."
The dice returned to the fat fishmonger's hand again. The dice thrown out only threw 3 points this time. He continued to move forward to the 14th square, so that even if the three of them threw 6 points this time, in the end, 14:16, the strength of the two sides' combat power would not be too big.
Miss Reinhardt seemed a little nervous, but the girl who looked cold but was actually very warm still decisively threw out the dice.
The three of them looked over their heads together, and the rotating dice finally stopped on 2.
"It's okay, luck has fluctuations."
The witch was a little disappointed, and Xia De whispered to comfort her, and then supported the old man and advanced with her in the strong wind coming from above.
The three of them arrived at the 12th square. This time, there were no abnormal phenomena such as wind and snow or bats attacking, but the sound of gurgling appeared from the stomachs of the three people at the same time.
The long-lost feeling of hunger reminded Xia De of the helplessness when he first arrived in this world, while Elder Harald almost couldn't stand steadily. This feeling of hunger was quite fatal to a seriously injured person like him.
As for the witch lady who looked similar to Dorothy's age, she tried hard to keep herself from blushing. Any well-educated girl knew that it was quite embarrassing to have a stomach roar in front of strangers.
The hunger burned her likewise, but she pretended not to care:
"The last four squares are left."
This feeling of hunger comes from the curse of the relics, which cannot be eliminated by eating a few pieces of bread. Combined with the cold just now, the hungry and cold double curse even forms a mutual cooperation. The flow of the spirit between the body and the soul becomes stagnant, the upper limit of the spirit is reduced by one third, and the reaction ability is also reduced. At least Miss Reinhardt believes that this has had a lot of impact on her own power.
She looked at her grandfather with great concern with her eyes. She had not seen her for three years since 1852, so the old man had not changed much. If it weren't for the injury at this time, he would have even looked more energetic.
As for the "man" of the stranger, he didn't seem to be affected by the curse, but his stomach was still screaming continuously.
"I only have a poor tolerance for hunger."
Xia De, who was holding the old man, explained in a low voice, of course, this was because of the "Lord of Blood Feast" back then. The first drop of divinity he seized and integrated into his soul brought about not only the shout of "not enough!". "She" once said that [gluttony] was originally Xia De's great sin. If you think about it carefully, it seemed that every time he fell into uncontrollable hunger, major events would happen later.
Fortunately, the hunger this time is still under control.
The dice came to the hands of the fat fishmonger holding the sword again. When the shadow of the giant metal dice kept turning in the air, even Xia De felt nervous. Soon the dice stopped, and the bright four red dents proved that the game entered the final stage.
The witch was quite uncomfortable with the power drop caused by 18:12 at that moment. Therefore, she could not see how Xia De and the fat fishmonger, who were separated by four grids, collided with each other before the yellow and black sword lights collided.
One person goes up and the other goes down. Two people meet on the narrow road on the snow slope. In the violent wind and snow whistle the mountains, on the snow slope halfway up the desolate snow mountain, because they cannot leave the grid, they can only move forward and backward. They actually have no way out of the game.
At the same time as the dice appeared, Xia De had already summoned the yellow Moonlight Great Sword and faced the magic sword that was faster than the "speed spell". The power drop caused by the relics had almost no effect on him. The two people who did not consider retreating immediately collided. The sound of wind caused by the clear yellow "Moonlight Great Sword" attached to the dragon scale sword and the angel-level relics slashed each other was even more terrifying than the surrounding snowstorm.
The puppet is not important. The consciousness of the angel-level relics itself is not inferior to Xia De's cold weapon fighting master. The magic sword technique and the magic hunter sword technique inherited from the third era competed with each other, and even made the witch behind Xia De stunned for a moment.
"Go and help!"
Because Xia De let go of his hand, the old man sitting in the snow pushed his granddaughter, but before she stepped forward to help, she handed her own staff:
"Don't hold this empty hand, don't be touched by that sword."
As a child, she was often used as a toy to play with her long staff. After so many years, she was handed to her grandfather by her grandfather. The witch was even a little dazed at this moment. She nodded solemnly, but found that her grandfather, whose beard, eyebrows and hair had been frosted, did not loosen the other end of the long staff.
The old man is very serious:
"Claire, you must keep this sword, otherwise everything today will make no sense. I know you don't like to stay at the foot of the snow mountain. I know you want a more free life, but you should not forget what I have taught you since I was a child, and I will not forget the favor this snow mountain has given you.
Use that power to leave that sword. Even if you have been away for so long, the Holy Mountain will not forget you - don't let the dragon-born foreigner look down on us."
The last half of the sentence was spoken in pure local dialect, but he didn't know that Xia De, who turned his back to them, could actually understand it completely. But Xia De didn't have the heart to remind the old man that he was not necessarily a human, but he was definitely not a dragon. At this moment, he devoted all his energy to the sword skills that could not retreat in front of him.
He has the advantage of strength, but his weapons are not, so he must repair the cracks on the blade at any time while drawing his sword. As for the level of sword skills, he is very glad that the holder of the magic sword is one head shorter than him. With Xia De's arms slightly longer, it is also a matter of making up for his ability to be lower than the opponent's sword skills.
The long sword hidden in the black light and the clear yellow sword, the sound of the Dangdang colliding in the snowy mountain almost formed a sharp explosion. The sword light transformed from sword wind and spirit tore the air and the blizzard. When the witch, holding the long staff of the tribe inherited, came behind Xia De with the wind and snow, with her eyes, she couldn't even see the trajectory of the two swords that were chopping at high speed:
"How strong is this foreigner? Where did my grandfather find him?"
She has not encountered ring warlocks who use sword weapons in the past, but this is the first time she has seen such primitive and wild sword skills. After all, the higher the level of ring warlocks, the more likely they are to cast spells and kill people at a distance.
She knew very well that she could not participate in such a sword fight at her level, so she first cast a spell softly to add blessings to Xia De, such as "power of the sun", "warm the body", and "expel the cold", and then grabbed the ancient wooden stick with both hands, and the head of the stick was poked out from Xia De's waist and pointed forward:
"Sunflammation ray!"
Even if it was increased by the staff, the casting effect this time was not as good as normal. The hot light flow gushed forward, but was blocked by a layer of black and red light shield before the fat fishmonger's legs evaporated.
But although he blocked the witch's attack, the fat fishmonger was still temporarily distracted and forced Xia De to take a step back when the two swords collided at high speed.
He stayed to cut off the back. Even with the help of relics, it was impossible to block three people with a sword. Therefore, the situation was worse than expected. The fat fishmonger who was drawing the sword suddenly retreated back and left Xia De's long sword coverage at the cost of half of his face being torn apart by the Moonlight Great Sword. Then he used the means of space movement to reach the origin of his departure, which was the square of snow at the top of the end.
The ray of sunlight released by the wooden stick followed, but was shattered by the sword light of the magic sword.
Then the fat fishmonger held the sword in both hands, and the sword blade moved forward to make a sprint. Xia De was very familiar with this action, and he did the same when using the light cannon.
Even if he was worried about disturbing the local demons, [Night Watcher] was not around, Xia De was definitely not afraid of such a duel:
"Miss Reinhardt, what level do you need to do to keep that sword?"
He also learned from the movements of the fat fishmonger who was separated from him by the wind and snow, and made the movement of stabbing forward with his sword.
The witch responded softly:
"I can't completely destroy him, otherwise I'm worried that other magic swords will appear. Let him lose his ability to move. I'll come with you, you can radiate the moonlight from a distance, right?"
“Sunlight is OK.”
The magic of radiating sunlight with your fingers from [Witch Remnant Violet] was actually a variant of the [Sunlight Ray] used by Miss Reinhardt just now. While abandoning her original powerful output ability, she gained the advantage of casting faster. However, Xia De casts spells through the ritual sword [Night Watcher] and almost restores the witch's secret technique to the most primitive version.
Before today, he had only seen Emilia Dai Guan, who borrowed the power of the ancient elves, used [Sun Flame Ray], but seeing it once was enough. He basically understood all the principles of this secret technique.
In the past, he would have been worried about being discovered by the witch using the witch's secret technique, but now that his knowledge and theoretical level have improved, and he has used different energy radiation abilities many times, he can already disguise the witch's secret technique as a magical technique.
Even if the ritual sword is not in hand, it is inconvenient to take out the Staff of the World Tree. Now facing the storm and snow, he can radiate the sun with himself.
“Meow!”
I seemed to hear Xiaomia's screams in my ears, but this must be auditory hallucinations.
Chapter completed!