Chapter 15 The Arrival of Alien Blood Warriors (2/3)
Practice overnight.
Li Guanqi was lying on the straw bed, breathing heavily and loudly. He kept breathing in and out to absorb the spiritual power of the remaining cursed insects in his body.
Among them, the signs of life of the small insect eggs distributed throughout the blood vessels have become more and more intense.
Li Guanqi speculated that these bugs would hatch out in a few days.
And by then Wei Mo should be able to control these curse insects to weaken his power.
But it shouldn't completely deprive him of the ability to cast spells, because in the simulated decisive battle, the alien-blood warrior was responsible for taking damage and acting as a human shield, and he was the one responsible for the main attack.
There are some small details that are different between the simulator and the weird world, but on such a major matter, there are no mistakes.
Different blood warrior...
After dawn, which is the twenty-eighth day, the warrior should be coming soon.
However.
What arrived earlier than the strange blood warrior was the notification sound of the strange system.
"Ding!"
"There is a new ending unlocked by the extraordinary."
——be ending: run, run, run——
[Ending evaluation: You have passed Wei Mo’s conditions for accepting a disciple, why did you run away? What kind of paradise can the place where the magician lives be? Now it’s okay, I ran to the forest to survive in the wilderness for almost a month
, attacked and killed by the curse spirit.]
[Ending punishment: permanent loss of legs!]
[Ending reward: None.]
Li Guanqi's pupils suddenly shrank!
Losing legs...
No one dies in this weird world.
However, the 100 million extraordinary beings who were selected did not really fall into the sky and receive some astonishing blessings.
Or.
Blessings come, disasters depend on them!
Li Guanqi decided to be more cautious and strictly follow the simulated perfect strategy.
be ending: bad ending.
he ending: a good ending.
Now it seems that as long as it is a be ending, there will definitely be an ending penalty, but not necessarily an ending reward.
Li Guanqi, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but have his thoughts racing around.
By the way, that person was attacked and killed by a curse spirit in the forest...
Curse spirit.
All the magic spells of the magician are learned from the magic spirits in heaven and earth.
But he didn't find any descriptive information in the library about what the cursed spirit was.
mystery.
This is Li Guanqi's only understanding of this "creature".
He shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and continued to enter the cultivation state.
time.
Little by little passes.
…
…
The next day, the sun was three high and the warm sunshine poured in from outside.
"Zhang Yang, the warrior of different blood, asks to see Master Wei!"
There was a manly voice coming from outside that was as powerful as Hong Zhongda Lu.
Li Guanqi quickly stood up from the bed and walked towards the door of the room.
This was a decision he made after careful consideration. As a normal person, he and Wei Mo had been living here for a month, and when an outsider suddenly arrived, he should naturally react with curiosity.
If you ignore it, it will be strange.
Li Guanqi pushed open the door of the wooden house.
I saw a strong man who was over two meters tall and built like an iron tower standing on the grass not far away. He was wearing heavy silver armor and carrying a black black iron sword on his back.
Li Guanqi's heart suddenly shivered.
Because his parents were relatively wealthy, he often went abroad to watch NBA games, and one time he happened to meet Shaquille O'Neal.
But he can guarantee that even if O'Neal is 2.16 meters tall and has become more fatter after retiring, the pressure he feels is less than one-tenth of that of this strong man in armor.
Um?
Li Guanqi stared at the strong man who had just announced his name as Zhang Yang for a long time, and a translucent box also popped up above his head.
[One yuan level different blood warrior]
One level.
Wouldn't that be better than Wei Mo today?
Wei Mo is only at the half-step one-yuan level now.
"Squeak——"
At this time, the door of the wooden house where Wei Mo retreated suddenly opened.
The old dwarf, still wearing a black robe, walked out slowly and stood expressionlessly at the door. Thirty meters away from Zhang Yang, he said indifferently: "It's you again, what? There's not enough different blood."
?”
"Exactly."
Zhang Yang knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, lowered his head, and said respectfully: "Master Wei, please give me some more blood. I'm very grateful."
The picture is very interesting.
A strong man over two meters in height was so humble to an old dwarf who was just over one meter old.
All the bustle in the world is for the benefit of others.
But there is a prerequisite, that is, we must talk as equals.
Looking at it like this, although Zhang Yang wants something from Wei Mo, if Zhang Yang can defeat Wei Mo, he can take him away by force and threaten Wei Mo with his life to prepare him with different blood... Of course, Wei Mo, who is about to die of old age, is not afraid of this.
Or two things to say.
But no matter what.
Seeing Zhang Yang's humble posture of kneeling on one knee, Li Guanqi deduced that Zhang Yang, a one-level warrior with different blood, was no match for Wei Mo, a half-step one-level magician.
so……
In this world, a warrior can't defeat Master? "There's no need to be grateful."
Wei Mo's face was expressionless and his voice was hoarse, "Old rules, you have to provide one of the raw materials for the alien blood yourself, and I will provide the other ingredients myself. Then I will give you a list of items and deliver them to me in a few days."
"It should, it should."
Zhang Yang lowered his head further, and at the same time took off a bag from his waist, took out a black stone jar, and held it up with both hands.
"Disciple, go get it."
Wei Mo stood at the door of the retreat house, with no intention of getting closer, but called to Li Guanqi.
"Yes, Master."
really!
Li Guanqi obeyed the order, while thinking secretly in his heart.
The weakness of the conjurer is his fragile body, so Wei Mo would always keep a safe distance of more than thirty meters from Zhang Yang, a different-blood warrior, without giving him any chance to take advantage of him.
"give it to me."
Li Guanqi walked up to Zhang Yang, took the black stone jar with both hands, and raised his eyebrows at him.
"Forehead?"
Zhang Yang was stunned.
But Li Guanqi didn't follow up. He walked to Wei Mo with the black stone jar, lowered his head and presented it, "Master."
"Um."
Wei Mo took the jar with his left hand, then took out a small glass bottle from the sleeve of his left hand with his right hand, threw it out, rolled it a few times on the soft grass, and came to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang reached out to pick it up.
The glass bottle was probably about the same size as the oral liquid Li Guanqi knew, and the red liquid inside was less than half a bottle.
After Wei Mo threw out the bottle, he turned around with the black stone jar and walked back to the retreat house without even looking at Zhang Yang.
But Li Guanqi had been paying attention to Zhang Yang and could clearly see the unhappy look on Zhang Yang's face.
But it was fleeting.
"Thank you Master Wei for the gift."
Zhang Yang raised his head with a smile on his face.
After a while, when Wei Mo came out of the retreat room, the black stone jar in his hand had turned into a bowl of red insect soup.
Not only that, there was a dragonfly-like cursed insect beside him, flying in front of Zhang Yang with a long list of items in its mouth.
Li Guanqi took a look and saw that they were all filled with various materials for cultivating curse insects.
"get out."
Wei Mo said coldly.
"Yes, the items on the list will be delivered within two days."
Zhang Yang took the list of items from Dragonfly's mouth, turned and left.
"etc."
But just after he turned around and walked a few steps, Wei Mo called out again.