Chapter 283:
In Prague, the Cursed City of Tool Man, a group of people surrounded by Nurgle zombies are rushing towards the breeding room desperately.
"What on earth is that?" Liu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear, as if he hadn't recovered from the attack just now.
Originally, the group of people was advancing to the right step by step, but unexpectedly, a crack made of gray-purple illusory energy suddenly appeared on the ground, and a large number of energy balls spewed out. If this was okay, then a crack appeared. With only a twisted life with eight tentacles on its body, under the rapid attack, two Kisli ladies were dragged into the crack because their fighting style was too reckless and their abilities were not good enough.
The leader, Masnuo, did not answer Liu Yong, but looked very gloomy. The eight tentacles were centered on a long strip of meat. As a dragon prince who has been in contact with giant dragons all year round, he could vaguely guess where the long strip of meat would come from. The group saw traces of the giant dragon, which meant that the monster that was killed by several people might be the monster created by Bilak using the dragon's corpse.
"Continue your mission. This matter has nothing to do with the Cathay people." Masnow took the time to explain that the Dragon Prince had no special ideas about this Cathay man, it was just a tool needed to complete the mission. Just people.
Liu Yong was a little embarrassed by Masno's words. Obviously, this Cathay man's judgment of the Caledor elves was slightly erroneous because of Imric's attitude towards them, but his many years of lurking experience in Indy still made him He immediately adjusted himself and didn't ask about it again.
"Elf, how long do we have until we get to the predetermined location?"
Thorgreen said, hacking to death the Nurgle zombie that was leaning towards him. The beard that reached his chest was already covered with various unknown mucus, but it was obviously small. Huzi didn't pay attention to this. He just wanted to know how long it would take to reach his destination.
"Six hundred meters."
After Masnuo said the words, everyone felt that their bodies had regained their energy. Along the way, they were simply plunged into a sea of withered life. Everything in their eyes was the yellow-green color that symbolized withering. The ground and The walls were covered with abscessed flesh bags, giant flowers spewing green mist, and the low giggles of the Nurgle zombies from time to time made the atmosphere even more bizarre.
Along the way, everyone felt that the distance of 600 meters seemed to be much longer than all the roads they had traveled before. Only Agrim and Ordwyth still maintained their incomparable energy, not because of the physical and The double psychological torture had no impact at all. Even though the Indy group performed those mysterious witchcraft on everyone, a lot of toxins still entered the body, causing even the dwarves to feel a little mentally depressed.
A semicircular door composed of huge vines appeared in front of everyone. The flowers growing along the vines felt life coming to them, and began to twist their bodies, opening and closing the purple petals, and bursts of laughter spread from the flowers. It seems to be welcoming everyone here.
The vine door that was originally closed by green leaves gradually opened outwards, as if waiting for the returning wanderer to return to his grandfather's arms, the movement was so gentle.
Everyone present was extremely determined. It can be seen that when they saw this scene, without exception, they had a permeating feeling in their hearts. If they were greeted with cannon magic, everyone would just pick up their shields and charge towards the inside. But this kind of The attitude that seems to be a welcome home really makes people feel uncomfortable. "Iron Wolf, throw spells in there, don't let me use it as a decoration." Masnow asked Iron Wolf, who was still snapping his fingers, to get some energy, and then looked at the Indy people wearing strange clothes, "Get ready. Use your witchcraft, the next step may be a fierce battle."
The iron wolf who was snapping his fingers also stopped, shook his aching fingers, and prepared to show his true strength, he drew out his long sword and pointed it at the vine door In the deep dark cave, snake-like flames quickly wrapped upwards from the sword grid, and he was ready to shoot something big inside.
Although the Indy group could not understand Masnuo's imperial language, they still began to cast spells under the command of Liu Yong. First, they crushed the few remaining dry grass into powder and sprinkled it on everyone. The middle-aged man snapped his fingers and carefully took out a bag of turbid yellow liquid from his bag, then took out several small cups, poured them into each cup, and then motioned for everyone to drink it.
Agrim, who has a cheerful personality, did not hesitate. He took the turbid holy water handed to him by Liu Yong, drank it in one sip, and then licked his mouth. It was a little bitter and spicy, but it seemed to be nothing, so he turned around and continued to kill Nurgle zombies. .
But Thorgreen was a little hesitant. His early experience in the empire told him that the shriveled forage that had been crushed into pieces was dry cow dung, and this cup of unknown liquid was obviously not something simple. , just when he was hesitating, he saw Masnuo rejecting this cup of anti-viral holy water, so he asked curiously, "Why don't you drink it? Is the so-called Nurgle virus in it just to trick us?" Ma was
asked Snow raised his right hand and motioned for Thorgreen to see the blue fury in his hand, "If you were protected by a divine weapon, I believe no one would think of drinking these things of unknown origin." The man who was secretly scolded as a poor
ghost Thorgreen shrugged his nose. It was always the dwarves who despised the poverty of other races. Unexpectedly, he was despised by the Caledor elves twice in just one day. Forget it, let’s not compare with these war lunatics. People who are preoccupied with war have no idea what craftsmanship is.
Thorgrin the Mustache pinched his nose and put the cup of turbid yellow liquid into his mouth. Perhaps when he knew what this thing was, Mustache, as the Supreme King, would definitely have to record these people in the Book of Great Hatred. , and let the Caledor elves taste these Indy specialties every day.
Everyone except Masnuo and Iron Wolf drank the holy water in their mouths one after another. The former was not afraid at all because of the protection of the artifact, while the latter could produce flames inside the body and kill all the invading viruses. For this I have no interest in growing something that is obviously not very good.
"Your grandpa Tie Lang's big baby is here."
After maintaining the spell for two and a half minutes, Tie Lang threw out the giant fireball that was already the size of two people in his hand and flew towards the breeding room. The laughing flowers began to wither, and they let out a faint cry of pain under the burning flames. The vines and green leaves also began to die, seeming to sigh that this life was unwilling to accept the kind embrace of grandfather.
(End of chapter)