"Get moving, you fools! Your enemy is human beings, go and find him out! These guys are..."
Looking at several jackals walking out of the woods beside him, Wu Mu let out a roar of dissatisfaction. However, the wound between his ribs was pulled, and the second half of the curse turned into a sharp slap.
gas.
Now that the magic has been suspended, without prayer, these idiots have lost their goal. Although it will not let them run away, they will not attack again... Wu Mu raised his head and looked ahead.
Although the swamp jungle was densely populated with aerial roots and huge leaves, he could hear that the shadowy sounds in that direction had become fainter - it was obvious that the gnolls had also lost their goal and began to stagnate.
"Idiot, stupid inferior creature, smart... zero-ton IQ... um, a fool with zero IQ, smooth brain sulcus!" Wu Mu roared dissatisfiedly in ordinary language, as if the familiar pronunciation method was different from something new.
The vocabulary he learned made him feel better, and then he turned his body to Da Ya again. He raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of powder, and then watched them burn with a roar, turning into a line of fire and falling to his body, so
The blood that was originally flowing in the wound stopped, and the muscles began to squirm!
This action made Wu Mu's body tremble slightly. He was obviously suffering from great pain, but it only took a short time for the wound to spit out the arrow like a living thing!
With a bloody arrow.
This obviously made Wu Mu even weaker. After shaking, he knelt down again and let out a low and vague roar from his mouth - in fact, it was a language, the language of the jackals, which transformed spiritual power into
In that big gate, with the help of this simple statue-like thing to drive the invisible power, the thin red mist in the sky could not help but roll...
A rustling friction sound began to reverberate in the jungle far and near, and the mist filled the air, turning into a throbbing that only jackals, trolls, wargs and other monsters could sense, driving them to continuously gather from other directions.
Get up, enter near the big gate, and then receive some kind of order, and go to the battlefield on the other side of the forest.
One, two, three... Wu Mu shook his head in dissatisfaction. When he was free, his eyes turned to the distant light, the faint light of fire.
Now it seems that those trapped prey are quite troublesome. I may have underestimated them. Within a few miles nearby, the area that can be covered by divine magic has reached a threshold. The number of monsters that can be mobilized has reached a threshold. Now they can be summoned.
There are only three or four jackals and two wargs. So it is time to change the effect of the magic. We need to recall some strong jackals, lift the big boat up a little more... and then...
The next moment, his eyes suddenly stopped——
The Wu Mu's prayers slowed down, and his slightly raised eyes were fixed on a jackal who was walking through the woods and approaching here. It seemed that he had been summoned by the ritual just now. He was dirty.
His yellow-green fur was covered with messy animal skins, his body was swaying and bouncing, and he was jumping and jumping from the forest to Daye. He looked no different from his companions.
But when Wu Mu stared at him, he seemed to be reminded of something...
To be precise, it is the long sword in the opponent's hand. The dark appearance looks a bit smooth, sounds wide, and has a fine steel edge. It should be a trophy plundered from some unlucky guy...
wrong!
The jackal man was getting closer and faster, and in the blink of an eye he had covered a distance of dozens of feet and was almost approaching Da Ya!
It was like a thunder exploded in Wu Mu's mind. The jungle of gnolls was full of predators. How could a skinny gnoll have such a trophy? And they never maintained their weapons. How could this sword still be like this?
In good condition? Especially, especially the scabbard of the long sword hanging on the opponent's side...
I understand. The reason for the strange feeling of this jackal is not a jackal at all! He is...
Wu Mu jumped up at that moment, pointed at the opponent with sharp and pale fingers, and let out a sharp roar - this was a simple attack signal. Although the range of effect was very small, it was also considered a part of the magic and could make all enemies
All summons attack an enemy!
It's just that obviously, this perception came a little slowly.
The jackal man had suddenly raised his hand and waved the very wide sword.
A warg screamed and fell down. The sword cut open a small part of its body along the waist. It was not fatal. However, the wolf's body structure determined that it could not use any force at all and could only twitch and wait for death.
.
The two jackals that rushed forward, one from the left and the other from the right, were slightly startled - following this movement, the forward 'Jackal' suddenly twisted - his whole body rippled like water waves, and then
In the next breath, the light was distorted and recast. Under the dark red firelight, the jackal had turned into a short and thin human!
This strange change made the monsters living in the swamps and jungles feel novel, so the first blow was missed - facing an opponent who suddenly became shorter and thinner, the original prediction was naturally not accurate.
Then before he could fully react to what was going on, a jackal's head had already tilted to one side - the blade just gently slipped past his neck, breaking through the flesh and touching the bone before he retreated directly.
, leaving space for the blood to flow happily.
The severe pain in his neck caused the jackal to drop his long knife, cover his throat and retreat, as if he could escape from the horrific reality in front of him. But the blood in his veins was still gleefully gushing out, trying hard to pass through.
surrounded by fingers,
Wu Mu was retreating.
At the same time, he sneered in his heart, knowing what the other party wanted to do - since the clumsy illusion was torn apart in advance, he would use a surprise attack to kill him as soon as possible.
How could you possibly succeed? Wu Mu let out another roar that distorted his face - the forcibly twisted magical ritual condensed into a red cloud and enveloped the opponent's body!
The opponent's body staggered immediately! His speed suddenly slowed down, and a little joy flashed in Wu Mu's eyes - although this human being was cunning, he didn't know that as long as he was still in the shadow of Da Ya, he would be invincible! He dared to look down upon him
Those who do this will definitely be punished for their stupidity!
The second jackal's rusty long sword had already brushed against the opponent's waist! The other warg had also pounced on him, grabbing the opponent's shoulder with its sharp claws!
Wu Mu's pupils suddenly shrank!
The human's reaction was unexpected - not only did he not retreat, but he pressed forward violently! Let the ring armor be torn apart amidst a series of cracking sounds! Let the rusty blade penetrate more than an inch into the chest! Then immediately
A splash of blood mist spread across the side!
But the jackal was also finished - the human suddenly raised his hand and waved across his neck, and with a harsh click, he also followed in the footsteps of his companions!
Then there was the warg... something pulled out from the gnoll's neck immediately sank into its head, with a clear sound of penetrating the bones, and a stream of white blood spurted out!
The scene in front of him made Wu Mu's heart tremble. Although the enemy was still more than ten feet away from him, those eyes were already fixed on him... The murderous intent in his eyes was the same as the one who was falling softly beside him.
Together with the twitching bodies of the two gnolls and the warg, Wu Mu's heart suddenly tightened!
He instinctively stepped back and waved his hands to pray for some more divine favor.
However, he was unable to retreat because the man made a strange move first - he waved his other hand violently in the air, and then stretched it out backwards!
No, that's not a strange move!
Thin burning pains of friction appeared in several places on his body, reminding Wu Mu that his movements were not strange - it was an extremely thin rope wrapped around his body, but the power it carried was
It was so big that he had no ability to resist, so he could only move forward with the force... he staggered forward and threw himself forward!
He watched helplessly as the long knife came forward in the human's other hand!
Wu Mu let out a miserable wail, and the combined power of the attack and the stab caused the knife to pierce him directly!
His desperate struggle was not without effect. It was this struggle that allowed the sword to penetrate his right chest without piercing his heart. However, the scary thing was that after being pierced by the long sword, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.
...It’s not like having two ribs cut off and then passed through the lungs, then two more ribs were broken and the shoulder blades were smashed and exposed from behind.
Instead, it felt like something was turning outwards all over the body, as if all the power had been violently pulled out!
He struggled, trying to use the last bit of strength in his body to inject his god's favor into this guy so that he could receive the punishment he deserved. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt something hit him hard.
down his throat!
The human had already let go of the long sword that had pierced him, and punched him in the throat! The cartilage under the throat shattered instantly, and Wu Mu could hear the crisp sound transmitted directly from the flesh to the ears.
The terrible pain exploded in his neck, and he couldn't say the word at all! Some of it rushed into his trachea, making him want to cough, but he couldn't cough out, and could only make some strange gurgling sounds.
sound.
no no!
Wu Mu screamed wildly, enduring the biting pain... A green tentacle made of mucus shot out from his hood! It wrapped around the neck of the human who was close at hand! He closed the tentacles fiercely, trying to
Hang that human being...
But the tentacles didn't obey the orders... they just wrapped around them loosely, but didn't tighten...
All his strength has disappeared, as if what originally bound them was broken and broken, so they all ran away...
What ran out should actually be his blood. When Wu Mu's head hung down weakly, what he saw in his eyes was the gushing red. They penetrated into the two side-by-side grooves on the metal around his waist.
Rolling outwards, the incredible speed is like spring water... In an instant, a large area has accumulated under my feet!
…
Got it!
Edward felt a little relieved...
Then the terrible pain spread in his mind... The pungent smell of fish and rust came up, and the irritated nasal cavity ached. The body of the human who was struggling in front of him seemed to be trying to catch something, and the biological lungs were in convulsions.
The air passed through the broad-blade wound with blood grooves, causing a harsh and sharp cough... Like a magic spell, the hunter's cheeks, the back of his hands, and the skin all over his body began to burn like fire, and the skin on his shoulders began to burn.
The wound started to sting... but there was a strange smell coming up from nowhere, like the stomach or the throat. It was sour and made people feel chilly.
It was the smell of killing, the sound of killing, the touch of killing... Although he could not tell how many times he had experienced it over the years, every time this feeling returned, Edward would discover again that for this kind of
It feels like he will never be able to adapt.
But the feeling of killing is better than being killed.
Maybe this is the instinct to kill...
He pushed away the heavy and stinky monster on his body and pulled the tentacles from his neck. The burning pain in the two wounds on his upper arm and waist made him grin and had to sit down on the ground, gasping for air!
He reached into his chest and held a small hard object there. The coldness of the crystal gradually passed through his fingertips, making him calm down a little...
So after a long time, he pulled out a roll of white cloth from his belt, bandaged his waist randomly, then stood up, casually unscrewed a small metal bucket on his waist, and splashed the liquid on the totem.
As he opened a small box in his hand, the totem decorated with various furs, skulls, wood and stone burned into a dazzling fire...
When the dark red fire light burst out, the dim red mist in the field of vision began to raise a fierce whirlpool... a vague... like a gloomy roar in the dark echoed around, but it disappeared immediately.
In that flame!
Then the sharp and shrill roars of wolves around them became messy. The thick red fog in the air finally burst out with a bang. They swirled in the air for a while, then rose upwards, and finally completely dissipated in the air!
Obviously, after the power exerted by the devil disappeared, the high morale naturally disappeared without a trace. Several shadows that were originally running towards Dajie also stopped... After looking at each other, the remaining jackals
They also began to disappear into the jungle one by one without looking back.
It's finally over...
The wound hurts...
The hunter bared his teeth, and the pain in his waist was really no joke. In fact, this enemy really surprised him several times. He originally thought it would be a one-shot ending, but he almost lost his life. If not now
You can find that priest to heal your wounds. He will never take such a risk to fight for it midway.
Of course, there is still something to be happy about.
Loot, a large part of the reason for taking the risk here is also because of this, after all, the caster always has to have good things with him.
Unfortunately, he soon discovered a disgusting fact! Under the dirty robe this guy was wearing, he was actually wearing nothing! The dirty corpse was so skinny that Edward frowned!
Isn't it?
After all, the phantom scroll just now was taken from the priest. It should be the work of the female mage. It seems to be quite well made and must be worth a lot of money... Thinking of this made Edward feel a little heartbroken.
The name of Skinner cannot be thrown into the hands of a streaking guy!
He despised this shameless thing in his heart... Edward rummaged around for a while.
In the spirit of squeezing oil from stones, he finally found some gadgets in the tattered robe - a dagger that had not been sharpened for an unknown period of time, several small bottles containing dark green or dark red liquid, a cast
The metal amulet is as curved as a snake and insect, but it has a rope with black grease and a few yellow-brown animal fangs on it. It makes people lose interest in wearing it at first sight.
There was also a small cloth bag with a small iron ring inside, with a few feathers hanging on it. It seemed to be a meaningless decoration, but it was wrapped very carefully, so Edward also put it
I accepted it with a smile,
But this is obviously not worth the price of admission...
For a moment, the wounds on his body seemed to be more painful, making Edward want to wail...
…
At the edge of the clearing, in the shadow of dense branches and aerial roots, a mage in black robes stood quietly, and beside her was a middle-aged priest named Jude.
"I thought he had escaped, but I didn't expect that he actually noticed the existence of a spell caster here." The priest whispered, his eyes flashing with approval, and he was not stingy with his compliments: "And, unexpectedly,
He also killed him. Although it seemed to be a high price, to have such martial arts and courage at this age... not even the reserve knights of the temple can do it. Such qualities are enough to become a famous person.
A distinguished warrior. If given time..."
"Strength is the most important, but equally important are the ability to control power, a mind that can adapt to changes, and enough perseverance... nothing is everything, but when combined with everything, it will affect the result." The mage's voice is still the same.
Indifferent, just more than usual: "You might as well recommend him to that old stubborn of yours. After all, compared to him, Aylin... is much worse."
"The difference between experience and environment. After all, they are facing different battlefields." The priest was silent for a moment, and then showed a wry smile: "Master Asali, is your evaluation too harsh? Young man, maybe
He will be depressed by this...and he may not be able to reach this level. As long as he goes through some trials..."
"As long as he knows, God's favor is not everything." The mage interrupted his companion coldly, his eyes flickering in the shadow of the hood, staring at the abandoned corpse of Wu Mu in the open space: "As for the test,
...I believe it will come soon.";
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