Chapter 213: Viscount! save me! (1/4)
Chapter 213 Viscount! save me! (14)
Of course, Ian wasn't too panicked when he said that he was almost certain to die.
It's not the same as being close to death. The significance of the existence of the prophet is to walk out of a broad road from the seemingly impossible crisis.
Humming...the armored engine runs smoothly.
"Pirates."
Ian opened his mouth and asked the captive: "Do you know that you have cooperated with the natives?"
"No!"
Waiting for a reply for a long time, the elf pirate who had been holding his breath immediately replied accurately: "Our goal is to kill Isengarde... and... uh...you."
Because Ian turned his head to ask questions, Andor immediately understood why Patrick said, 'As long as you see each other, you know who is the mission target'.
The boy's eyes were clear and warm like water, but if he really looked at him, he felt a kind of cold fear. It was as if nothing about him could be hidden, and all his ugliness and delusion were directly seen through by others.
Compared to this kind of shameful fear, the handsome and fair face is second... Although it is indeed very beautiful, there are not all elves who can compare with it.
One of the objectives of your mission is to kill him? What the **** is the boss going to do? This kind of person kills as soon as he says he wants to?
Instinctively, he was so puzzled, and soon Andor heard the next question: "What is the communication station password of your pirate fleet?"
"1453156258."
Fluently reported a series of numbers, the pirate captain could have as much fun as he could: "My lords, if you want to kill me, please hurry up, the torture just now is really unnecessary..."
"It's not your turn to die now. When there is time, you have to tell all about your relationship and communication with Patrick."
Interrupting the other party, Ian calmly shook his head in denial.
Now is indeed not the time to let this elf pirate die. The other party is the evidence that Patrick hooked up with the pirates. It is part of a huge conspiracy. The assassination of the other party can be confirmed, and more details may be unearthed.
If it doesn’t work, it can be thrown out as bait. It is unnecessary and wasteful to kill it now.
Dididi—The boy entered the password as quickly as possible to open the armored communication platform.
He directly sent a signal on the public screen: 【Urgent! Viscount, here we are! I grabbed the armor, but the native shaman came to stop us, and came to help after the fight! 】
Ian scrolled through this string of messages more than a dozen times in a row, and waited until the Viscount, who was most likely to be concentrating on fighting, sneaked in and replied "Yes" before giving up.
"okay."
After finishing all this, Ian let out a sigh of relief: "I have done everything that can be done, at least someone can avenge us."
"what?"
Isengard said blankly: "With Uncle Grant, do we still need revenge?"
"Your Uncle Patrick is not easy to solve, let alone the aboriginal totem master."
Ian's thinking is very clear: "There is a moray eel chasing behind us now—it's not urgent, it's not as fast as us."
"Mainly in front of us, my spirit can see a huge aggregate of water and soil elements."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man said in a deep voice: "In the entire South China Sea, there is only one source material structure of the second energy level, water and soil, and that is the totem master controlled by the indigenous great shaman, the spirit of the mountain tide, and the swamp crocodile dragon."
"He also seems to be able to sense our movements, so he is already waiting for us on our only way."
at the same time.
The far sea of the South China Sea, the seabed.
The swamp crocodile moving on the bottom of the deep sea constantly changes its trajectory, as if it can predict the situation in the distance, and always intercepts the group in front of them.
The big shaman is not in a hurry.
Since he merged with the Crocodile, his spirit has been connected with the other three totem masters... the sea of trees, the two giant eels, and himself, the four chaotic wills are bonded by the "sacrifice" ceremony of the Sequoia people .
Their spirits have been promoted in worship again and again. Although they have gradually lost part of their self-domination, they have become more pure and noble, almost like the third energy level of pure life and pure spirit. realm.
Even, they can sense that pure 'natural spiritual energy'.
This is also the reason why some monsters actively seek out these natives, preferring to merge themselves with human shamans, and become the totem master worshiped by the other party.
Because, this may be the second system on Terra Continent besides the pure potion system...a way to combine the spiritual energy of life in the body of all living beings with the natural spiritual energy.
A kind of promotion of 'All Souls Unite'.
But it is a pity that this is an extremely difficult and arduous road... The great shaman himself felt that this road was feasible because of his talent, but his successors, and even the successors of his successors, may not be able to realize the slightest bit in his entire life .
There is no systematic inheritance, and there are not enough talented people to devote themselves to it and become the cornerstone of this path... This is the tragedy of the aboriginal people.
so…
"We need to recover the Holy Land."
The key in his body was vibrating, and the six pupils of the great shaman looked forward, and he noticed that Viscount Grant had arrived in this sea area.
This is good.
When he catches his target and exchanges with the other party, he can get the last key and open the door of the Holy Land directly before the mutation completely occurs.
I can already see it.
In the deep sea, the rapidly moving armor has appeared within the horizon.
Even, even the giant eel chasing behind could be vaguely seen, the tide-rising spirit stirring up the tide had already blocked all the escape routes of the little armor.
The huge crocodile moaned on the bottom of the sea—accompanied by the khaki halo on the top of the stone spines, and at the bottom of the deep sea, large swaths of rocks and sand rose up.
The turbid seabed dark clouds, like a pitch-black cloud wall, pressed towards the front.
And when the big shaman saw Ian and others.
Ian also saw the big shaman.
After a lapse of six years, the strength of the opponent has not improved much, or even weakened—unlike the empire, which has abundant healing resources and various healing methods, the most indigenous healing is to rely on the transfer of life source to accelerate healing and regeneration.
This does not allow Warcraft to self-repair its damaged source structure, it can only wait for time to slowly make up for the missing parts.
Six years is not long enough, the cannon that Ian controlled the alchemy cannon to blast into the internal organs really seriously injured the totem master.
Just a slight reduction in power is already a pretty good result...In the final analysis, the Crocodile with the wisdom of a great shaman is still a monster monster that can rival Viscount Grant.
At least, today's Ian, even if he is driving the armor, dare not say 'victory' lightly.
It might even be 'survived'.
(end of this chapter)
