In the morning fog water prison, Embil stood in it with a tired look on his face. He was so tired that he couldn't even lie down and rest.
This is the place where the former mayor used to punish civilians who could not pay ransom. Apart from various instruments of torture, it is the most torturous.
The water prison was a large pit. The water inside was filthy and had turned black. In addition to being mixed with blood, feces and urine, there were also various animal carcasses floating there.
The water is chest deep, and people will get tired quickly if they soak in it, but they can't sit down, so they can only hold on. Some people can't hold it in and faint and will drown in it. Moreover, if you soak in it for a long time, your skin and flesh will become swollen.
fester.
When the ogre opened the cell door, a towering stench immediately hit his face. Downton's sense of smell was so sensitive that he almost stumbled over.
Embir had only been locked up for half a day, and he was already close to despair. Apart from scolding him for a while at the beginning, now there was only deep fear left in his heart.
"Second Young Master, are you still used to living here?"
Seeing Embir, who was once so tall that he could kill himself with just one finger, standing in the water prison below with disheveled hair, Downton suddenly felt a change of heart.
"Downton?" Embir gritted his teeth and rushed forward a few steps, splashing water with him, and yelled loudly, "I advise you to be wise and let me go quickly, otherwise my father will destroy the entire Morning Mist Town.
I'll skin you and remove your bones."
"Haha, are you a fool? Even if I let you go, Placido will not go around me, so you are dead."
Downton joked.
Enbier was stunned. It seemed that this was really the case. Doesn't that mean he was hopeless?
"No, as long as you let me go, I can plead with my father to spare your life." Enbill changed his tone and was still trying to persuade Downton.
"Sorry. I'm not in the mood to listen to your barking!" Downton looked at the surrounding environment.
"Then what are you doing here?" Embil was furious. He knew he should have killed this guy in the first place.
"Of course it's to see how miserable you are. By the way, take a picture of it with a DVD crystal and send it to your father!" A smile overflowed from the corner of Downton's mouth, teasing him. "Come on, smile. By the way, what do you want to do tonight?
What to eat? There’s no big fish or meat left, but there’s enough rat meat.”
"You... vomit!" After hearing the news of rat meat, Embil, who was used to eating and drinking fine clothes, couldn't bear it. He bent over and retched, and ended up plunging into the water, in a state of embarrassment.
"Do you regret not killing me in the secret realm?" Looking at Embir's angry eyes, Downton turned and left, "It's a pity that you will never have a chance again."
"Downton, please come back, please, let me go, how about I give you half, no, the entire Western Territory?" Seeing Downton leave, Embill went crazy. He knew that the last chance of survival was being lost.
, so he roared at the top of his lungs.
After all, Downton never looked back.
"You deserve it for trying to kill the master in the first place!" The ogres all knew that this guy was not a good person, and were ready to deal with him properly.
"Keep him as a hostage? Do you think Placido will cease war with us for the sake of a useless son?" After listening to Jackson's suggestion, Downton snorted, "Besides, even if he wants to stop, I still don't agree!"
Downton went to see Embill just for the sake of convenience. His main task was to inspect the military camp and comfort the injured ogre.
The hilly natives were in a good state of mind. They ate, drank, talked and laughed. In addition to the sumptuous meals, they had been awarded military merits and the worst of them had a hundred gold coins in their pockets.
Food, salary, winning battles, and complete medical treatment for injuries and illnesses are the guarantee of stabilizing the morale of the military. With the short-sightedness of the ogres, they did not realize that the next step was a tough battle. They were all immersed in the beautiful future life.
.
"When the war is over, I will move out!"
More than one ogre expressed this emotion. They are not stupid. Life in the hills is too hard. Although they are looked down upon by humans, they are still eager to integrate into it.
Visiting the tavern, enjoying the food, and teasing the dancers, this is what the ogres strive for.
"These ogres are so simple!"
Jackson, who has always been mean-mouthed, rarely praises others.
"Come on, that's not simplicity, it's just lack of knowledge. After they get used to small town life, they will long for big cities again."
Rosicky glanced at Downton and said, "You should consider it carefully. Their individual advantages are too great. Once they flood into human society, they will have a huge impact."
Not to mention racial conflicts, and not to mention the bad temper that ogres are accustomed to, in terms of employment alone, even a five or six-year-old ogre cub is not inferior to an adult man in terms of strength, so it will definitely squeeze humans.
living space, a chain conflict will inevitably break out.
"You are thinking too far. It will take at least twenty years for this situation to occur. Then you can worry about it." Downton looked at the tall ogre and smiled, "Let this kind of labor be idle in the hills.
, don’t you think it’s a huge waste? They can eat, but they can also do it!”
"Abagong manages logistics very well, so that morale can be guaranteed!"
Rosicky sighed and then changed the subject. He knew that Downton had no choice. Now the ogres were the only legion he could use. Although the abomination was good, the number was too small. After all, the conquest of the Western Region would require a large number of soldiers.
With Rosicky in charge of the overall situation, Downton can rest assured that he can return to the magic well to practice.
Downton sat alone in the secret chamber where the Duke slept.
"I will burn three dragon soul incense sticks later. You inhale the fragrance into your body and break through the third level of Judgment in one fell swoop!" While Yuan Homema spoke, the elemental arm had already taken out three thick dragon soul incense sticks.
"What? Isn't this thing used step by step during meditation?" Downton was surprised and reminded, "If a magician inhales too much at one time, it will cause intoxication and even severely damage the soul tree!"
"That's for ordinary magicians. You are the body of a fire god and have a strong body. There is no need to worry." Homer is knowledgeable and said that there is no problem, so it is naturally safe.
Downton no longer argued, but felt a little distressed. A piece of Dragon Soul Incense was worth 50 million gold coins. His training this time, plus the magic diamond, would cost nearly 200 million in wealth.
"Goddess, even if I have dug up mountains of gold and silver, I can't help but consume it like this?" Downton was speechless.
"This is a temporary measure. You will have a battle with the Duke of the West, and you must improve your strength as soon as possible." Homer stopped talking nonsense and lit the incense.
"Even if I advance three levels in a row, I still can't beat the dragon-slaying level!" Downton is still somewhat self-aware. The dragon-slaying level and the judgment level are completely different. Not only is there a huge gap in combat power, but also in mind, understanding, and realm.
It can be said that once you enter the dragon-slaying level, you will be like a carp leaping through the dragon's gate. This is a qualitative sublimation. Otherwise, the magic user's lifespan will not increase if he is promoted to the dragon-slaying level.
"Pay attention and stop thinking wildly." Homer warned, taking out the magic diamond and placing it around Downton.
Downton took a few deep breaths and began to meditate on the Holy Angel Statue.
The scent of dragon soul, the white smoke curling up, and the faint sound of dragon roar, soothed the soul and calmed the mind, causing Downton to quickly enter a deep meditative state.
The more than 300-meter-long soul tree took root in the void, overflowing with soul power, and turned into white soul angels after a while. They chanted faint hymns, and the surging magic energy was absorbed and condensed into wings.
, and then ejaculated into Downton's body.
The green magic energy spots flashed like a star-studded night sky in summer.
Downton's throughput is so astonishing that even in a well with extremely high concentration of magic energy, the magic energy around him is constantly collapsing, requiring energy from a magic diamond to prevent it from being interrupted.
Homer burned the dragon soul incense with fierce flames, so they burned out quickly. When they turned into ashes, the fragrant fragrance that loomed like white mist in the bedroom changed, and gathered into a giant green dragon, tumbling,
Pounced on Downton several times.
"You must resist it!"
Homer was horrified when he saw it. Dragon Soul Incense is a treasure. It is taken from the dragon soul of a natural dragon. In this kind of divine soul attack, it can sharpen the soul of the magic user, increase the soul power, and even make the soul stronger.
The soul reaches the strength of a dragon, but if it cannot hold on, the soul tree will be damaged at best, or the soul will be shattered and you will become an idiot.
Amid the roaring impact of the giant dragon soul, thumb-long green dragon souls crashed into the soul tree like swimming fish.
Downton's body was trembling slightly, the soul tree glowed brightly, and he put up a tenacious resistance.
On the branches, there are blooming flowers, with white, golden, and red haloes flowing. Sometimes they turn into burning flames, sometimes they gather into holy angels, resisting the attacks of those green dragon souls.
The soul angels showed subtle changes again. The arms that were originally holding their chests stretched out and held a long sword. Whenever the swimming dragon soul fish approached, they would subconsciously kill them.
Downton was sweating profusely and shaky, but he was still holding on!
A million flowers!
Three million flowers!
Eight million flowers!
…
Green buds broke through the branches and bloomed immediately. Under the abundant irrigation of magic energy, a huge sea of flowers quickly formed.
Seeing that Downton had not yet reached his limit, Homer burned another stick of dragon soul incense.
Ten million flowers!
Twenty million flowers!
When the sea of flowers exceeded 30 million, it slowed down.
"It's time to end your meditation and prepare to resist elemental attacks."
Homer shouted loudly, waking Downton up.
"Have I reached the bottom line of reaching the dragon-slaying level?" Downton was overjoyed. It would take at least 30 million flowers to reach the dragon-slaying level, but he had already completed it at the third level of Judgment.
"Why are you proud? Flowers will fade, and this number is the minimum, which also means that the chance of becoming a scepter-level in the future is pitiful. You should work hard and bloom at least a billion flowers!"
Homer is not satisfied with this achievement. Not to mention the epic heroes who have left their names in the history books, just those amazing and talented people, each one of which is not hundreds of millions of flowers, there is really no room for pride in Downton's achievements.
The Cheap God couldn't help but roll his eyes. Homer's evaluation standards are too high. There hasn't been a character like that in hundreds of years. Downton's current level can at least be ranked among the top five in the entire northern adjudication level. At the same time,
In the middle level, he is already invincible!
Downton didn't dare to be distracted anymore. He got up and rushed out. The elemental strike arrived. There were two angels and three firebirds. The lineup was very powerful.
With Downton's current strength, he is not qualified to fight and can only escape! (To be continued...)