The corners of Zhimo's clothes were flying, and he hurriedly used a thousand-jin drop to stabilize his body. All his internal strength was in place, and he was as stable as a mountain. At this time, even five strong men could not lift him up, let alone a small hurricane. He simply folded his arms and chest.
He stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Priest, it is too hot in this warning bunker in late autumn. Thank you for casting a spell to create a cool breeze to relieve our irritability. It would be better if there were ice cubes. Lord Wicklow, do you feel cool?"
If it's not enough, then you have to ask the priest to work harder." He stretched out his hand to catch the piece of paper floating in the air and used it as a fan to cool it. His expression was as graceful as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, but he added ten thousand times more in his mouth.
Viciously sarcastic: "Oh, Lord Priest, you are so tired. Have you tried your best to feed yourself? You orcs have no brains, so you have to do more physical work." Seeing his behavior, the prince said,
They are all smiles that cannot be concealed.
Nostradamus became even more angry. He took out a thigh-thick wooden stick from the backpack behind him and slammed it into the floor. The ground was made of thick stone slabs, and the steel bars might not be able to be pried open, but it was inserted into the floor.
There were spider web-like cracks on the stick. The top of the wooden stick was pointed, and two protrusions protruded from the sides. The stick was covered with strange patterns and an ugly face, which was the most important totem in shamanism.
"Let the fire consume your soul," said Nostradamus.
The totem flew up a ball of fire with blue flames and white core, and the bunker immediately became as hot as a steamer. Anyone with knowledge knows that the temperature of this fire can almost melt steel.
Shen Zhimo shouted: "Oh, no! It's too scary!" He lowered his body and swept out with an extremely fast Northern Sweeping Leg. With a click, the totem pole was broken in response to the leg, and the flame was extinguished instantly.
The upper half of the freshly cut stubble flew up into the air, and wood debris flew up. It hit an orc guard in the distance on the face hard.
Everyone in the entire bunker was so shocked that they couldn't say a word. This is ironwood produced deep in the Star Frost Forest. It is as hard as steel. Even if you use swords and swords, it cannot damage it. Now it is lingering in the laboratory all day long.
A magician with no physical strength was kicked to pieces?
Shen Zhimo secretly complained incessantly. In fact, his calf was in terrible pain, but he didn't dare to say anything. He snatched the skull wand of Nostradamus with both hands, broke it in half and threw it into the corner. He sneered: "Old boy, there are also
I can use whatever tricks I want. Although I am just an ordinary apprentice at the Arcane Academy of Elida City, I also know that shamanic elements are far behind arcane magic!" The move just now was so clean and neat that it was done with bare hands, even if
The opponent's full alert weapon will also be taken away, not to mention that the old shaman was distracted for a moment.
Even the wand that symbolized the identity of a priest was broken. The expressions of all the orcs changed greatly, while the prince and others looked happy. Nostradamus said angrily: "Let the frost freeze your body!"
Shen Zhimo grabbed his collar and lifted it up: "Old guy, you have to be graceful when you lose. Don't wait around. Do you still want everyone to see your joke?"
Nostradamus held his hand tightly and said: "No, the shaman of the Thunder Emirate will never surrender to the enemy."
Shen Zhimo suddenly stood in awe, put down Nostradamus, stepped back three meters, and said respectfully: "Master Priest, you have won my respect. You are the great eagle of Arathor Plain. Please forgive me for my recklessness just now.
"
Orcs respect heroes the most and admire powerful people the most. After hearing Shen Zhimo's pretentious words, Nostradamus's face changed again and again, and finally became solemn and serious, saying: "Warrior, please allow me to call you this. You
The power is beyond my imagination, but..."
Shen Zhimo saw his eyes unconsciously glance at the broken skull wand in the corner, knowing that he still had a grudge in his heart, so he quickly pulled out his own junk wand and offered it with both hands: "Please forgive me for my behavior. I couldn't control myself during the duel."
Action. Your wand has great elemental power that we don’t know about. I am deeply sorry and...repentant. I want to make up for my mistakes. This wand was made by the holy mage Mephisto of the Senian Empire.
The staff, the holy mage Mephisto, once used it to defeat countless enemies and strong men. It has supreme symbolic meaning to us. It is like a holy object... so I hope you can accept it to replace your wand.
.”
Nostradamus' pig liver face gradually faded into scarlet. Although there was no expression on his face, his tone was very exciting: "You are far different from the despicable humans before. You are broad-minded enough to become a friend of the orcs.
A magic wand is nothing, far less than the friendship of a friend..."
Shen Zhimo immediately patted his chest and said, "My name is Saga. I am a student at the Elida City Arcane Academy and I have learned nothing. If I become your friend, it will be a lifetime honor for me!" The witch doctor took a breath:
"An ordinary student from the Seniya Empire is so powerful. What if a real magician comes?"
Seeing that his side had the upper hand, Wicklow hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said: "Since we are friends, it is easy to handle. The duel is over and the two sides have drawn a draw. Let us clean up and adjust and continue the negotiation." Diplomatic delegation of the Senian Empire.
Everyone in the group let out a long sigh of relief, but the prince still had more to say: "Why didn't you chop Nostradamus alive on the spot? I think Saga still has some room to spare."
The orc guard who was hit by the broken totem fell to the ground and twitched, his head was bleeding, and he was foaming at the mouth. The witch doctor Farahim frowned and said: "What happened? Can't we withstand even a small blow? We orcs
Is there such a coward?" However, the guard was so painful that he could not speak. The witch doctor was afraid of being laughed at by humans, so he loudly ordered the people around him: "Why don't you drag him down quickly?"
Nostradamus said: "He seems to be unable to hold on any longer. Farahim, you must treat him. The life of every warrior in the Arathor Plain should be respected."
"Yes." Farahim walked to the guard, took out a small clay bottle from his arms, poured out a small amount of orange powder and scattered it on the guard's face and body, muttering something. The injury on the guard's forehead was shocking.
It began to heal quickly and scabs formed. Farahim said with a cold face: "Okay, it's okay, get him out quickly."
Just as another soldier came over to move his body, the soldier suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood, which was mixed with sticky saliva, intertwined with fishy and stinky smells. He saw that the injury not only did not heal, but became more serious. Look at this, don't wait.
When you take it out of the bunker, you have to sacrifice yourself to the God of Nature on the spot.
Farahim frowned and took out a cork-stoppered glass bottle. The mouth was narrow, only as thick as two fingers, and it contained dark red liquid.
There was a strange and inexplicable faint dim light. He grabbed the orc guard's hair and forced him to open his mouth. He unscrewed the cork, and when the liquid came into contact with the air, a series of bubbles immediately emerged, and a pungent and spicy smell wafted out.
The body of the orc guard trembled involuntarily. He opened his mouth, and with a "chi-la" sound, he blew out a stream of white smoke. The prince and others stood around in silence in the mood of watching a good show, silently praying to the Holy Light in their hearts to put this witch doctor to death.
His kind.
The potion penetrated into the mouth and flowed into the esophagus, causing severe pain instantly, tearing the orc's nerves, making his body stiff on the spot, and then spread to the blood vessels throughout the body through blood circulation, reaching the nerve endings in various parts, wreaking havoc. The orc's face was crazily twisted. The pain was gone
Ji Farahim was shocked and said, "That's not right. Isn't it appropriate to use the Shadow Blood Regeneration Fluid? I think this guard is simply a warrior from the Arathor Plains."
He didn't know at all that Shen Zhimo secretly used the internal energy of the Nirvana Technique in order to kick off the totem. In an instant, the totem was filled with internal energy, and when it came into contact with the orc, it immediately penetrated into the body through the meridians. And the efficacy of his precious bottle of shadow blood regeneration fluid
They were all resisted by internal forces, but instead changed and became more and more serious.
Shen Zhimo walked over and said, "Why don't you let me try? I'm happy to lend a helping hand to an injured friend." Just as Farahim was about to stop him, Shen Zhimo said, "Maybe your voodoo skills are used in the wrong place.
.”
The witch doctors of the orc tribe are very unique bodies. They treat people's diseases, drive away evil, master wonderful spells, and are as respected as shamans. The witch doctors are most proud of their brilliant achievements in voodoo, including
The ability to heal wounds, the use of various lethal potions and poisons, and most shockingly, curses and mental hypnosis that can deprive life force. Now this unrelated human being actually said that he used voodoo skills incorrectly, why not
Infuriating, Farahim said angrily: "Then come and see, can you really understand the connotation of voodoo?"
Shen Zhimo quickly held his breath to avoid the stench coming out of his mouth. He took the pulse of the orc soldier and showed off: "The external damage caused by the totem pole to him is only secondary. The key is that the flame of the totem pole has not completely disappeared at that time."
It got into the body, and you actually used shadow potions to heal the wounds, which is really stupid. Is there a witch doctor as stupid as you? If I could just smell it with my nose, I would know what kind of injury he suffered."
Terry Hill is very knowledgeable and has talked about the spells of various races in the world. Regarding voodoo, although he is not as proficient as Farahim, it is not far behind. Shen Zhimo kept the principles in mind one by one and used them at critical moments.
If you try to scare others, you often get miraculous results.
Farahim couldn't distinguish the authenticity for a while, but he was really convinced. He said: "You are right, I made a mistake. I also have a bottle of Alterac Glacier Solvent here, which should be able to relieve his pain."
Shen Zhimo cursed: "Idiot! The fire damage has been combined with the shadow blood regeneration fluid to form a mutation. Can the glacier solvent still be effective? Do you want him to die quickly?"
"Ah? Ah!" Farahim patted his head and said, "Yes, yes, under such circumstances, glacial solvent is more likely to cause complications and tear the patient's internal organs instantly. Then... what do you think we should do?"
"What is the formula of Shadow Blood Regeneration Fluid?" Shen Zhimo asked without looking back.
"Crystal lizard pancreatic glands, shadow moth saliva, mithril ore mana residue, Monroe flower body fluid..." Farahim said one by one. The formula was very complicated. It was not easy to assemble a complete portion. He was not afraid of the other party.
You know this formula, because it also contains the proportions and concentrations of various drugs, as well as the extraction method. If there is a slight deviation, you will not be able to make it successfully.
Shen Zhimo cursed: "It's useless for you to be a witch doctor, you can't even prepare medicine!" He pretended to take something out of his arms and stuff it into the mouth of the orc guard. In fact, he clenched his hand into a fist, but there was nothing in it. At the same time, another
Press the Tanzhong acupoint with your hands to transport internal force inward, reaching all meridians, dispelling the internal force that caused previous damage and the effect of the shadow blood regeneration solution.
The orc spit out a mouthful of fishy and smelly black blood, woke up leisurely, and slowly got up, as if nothing had happened. Farahim's jaw almost dropped to the ground: "This... is even more witchy than the witch doctor.
Doctor, is this too outrageous?"
"Go back and rest for half an hour and you'll be fine." Shen Zhimo clapped his hands and said, "I traveled to the Samur continent in the past and met an old man from the Woyindi orc Hidden Arrow tribe. We got along well with each other. He thought I had something to do with him.
He had the potential to be a witch doctor, so he insisted on teaching me voodoo, but I really had no interest in voodoo, and I quit learning it after half a month, but I still have some knowledge, and it can come in handy occasionally."
Farahim and Nostradamus had dull faces, and their noses were more than two feet long. Humans may not know who Woyin is, but orcs know it very well.
There are dozens of tribes of orcs, and the Dark Arrow tribe is famous for its mysterious voodoo, and Wo Yin is one of the best. He has made extraordinary achievements and perfected the research system of voodoo. He has hundreds of disciples and grandchildren and has experienced countless times.
Over the past ten years, his reputation has gradually grown, and he is respected as the Master of Voodoo, possessing a status close to that of a god. However, in the past twenty years, he has often wandered around the world, searching for the secrets of nature. Ordinary people cannot see him at all. Some people
It is said that he has been summoned by the Mother of the Earth. Some people say that he followed the guidance of the wind and went to the end of the world. However, some lucky people have encountered him and received many benefits. Therefore, the whereabouts of this master are complicated and confusing, and he only exists in
Among the legends.
Although Farahim is a witch doctor, he has never seen Wo Yin with his own eyes. He can only admire the style of his ancestors from ancient books. What's the point of listening to Shen Zhimo's nonsense? He was actually taught by the voodoo master Wo Yin. No wonder he can easily
He was curing the heavy injuries of the guard who was on the verge of death! The ignorant Prince Torsedlin was still beside him, so he couldn’t say more. He suppressed his full expectations and said with a smile: “Oh, it turns out that Mr. Saga has passed.
With the guidance of Master Wo Yin, no wonder I feel a warm feeling in my heart when I see you. You are indeed sent by Mother Earth to help us."
Shen Zhimo said boldly: "May the wind guide your path, may the sun shine on you, and may Mother Earth walk with you." With a gentle expression and a full orcish tone, Farahim wanted to call him a fellow villager.
No one was in the mood for the subsequent negotiations, so they agreed to continue in three days.