Chapter 73: Key to the sea

  Chapter 73 The Key of the Sea

   "Shh... this is no longer your territory. Lord of the Mountain, don't get angry rashly..."

   Just as the giant crocodile smashed down the city gate and stared at the city, its anger gradually rising, a weak voice came from above its head.

   Between the two protruding scales and spines on the forehead of the crocodile dragon, there is a vague figure breathing weakly, as if sitting cross-legged on a seat made of the flesh and blood of a giant beast.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that the fleshy seat is essentially a person's twisted and fuzzy lower body, and under this seat, there are crimson twisted fleshy roots spreading, one after another root derived from the alienation of blood vessels and nerves It must use the blurred figure as the source, and plunge into the head of the crocodile dragon, exchanging dark purple fluorescent liquid back and forth.

  Indigenous great shaman, Animu Deep Marsh breathes softly, his lower body has become a distorted fleshy base, embedded in the many hard thorn crowns on the top of the mountain tide spirit's head.

  Half of his body was leaning on a thick stone thorn, there were no eyeballs in his eyes, only deeply sunken holes remained.

But on the contrary, following the words of the great shaman, the eyeballs of the crocodile dragon rotated nimbly. Following his mind, the crocodile dragon that was originally accumulating anger and was about to roar, announcing that he had returned to his homeland, would no longer move , actually suppressed his desire to destroy.

  It just let out a low growl, and the invisible spiritual energy field shook in all directions, and the surrounding city wall structure slowly collapsed under the shaking of the earth and rocks, like a gravel castle melting in the sea tide.

At the same time, the soil in the surrounding land also began to surge against gravity—the gravel and mud condensed into a solid dirt road under the will of the giant beast, and the muddy water mixed with a lot of impurities washed away all the debris on it. .

"let's go."

  The great shaman ordered softly, and the giant beast stepped onto the dirt road it had created, followed by several young shamans and warriors who brought a small number of natives into the city.

Animu is very old. As early as decades ago, when the first generation of imperial immigrants arrived at South Ridge Bay under the **** of the knights of the old Viscount Grant, he was already One of the most prestigious shamans among the tribes in the Great Redwood Forest.

  When other prestigious shamans were killed one after another in the war with the imperials, and died under the crystal sword and air blade of the old Viscount Grant, he, who was lucky enough to survive, gradually became the only great shaman.

   Then, one person shouldered the heavy responsibility and continued to fight, kill, and sacrifice with the imperials...

   And the final peace talks.

   To be honest, the Animu has no additional hatred for the Imperials.

   To him, the empire is just an extremely large tribe on the land of Terra, with its own chiefs, warriors, shamans and hunters.

  The other party's behavior of invading themselves is no different from the behavior of their natives conquering each other and plundering sacrifices.

  He also envied the people of the empire to have their own sublimation power without offering sacrifices to many mountain masters, sea spirits.

   At least, they won't be hungry and don't have to eat people.

   "Isn't that nice?"

  If he could, he also wanted to be a member of the empire, just like those mountain people in the north who received an invitation after the defeat and gladly joined the empire. They began to violate the teachings of their ancestors and learn to farm, shepherd and settle down.

  The originally brave hunter even became the mainstay of the Southern Legion.

   "Unfortunately...we are not them."

  —Sequoia people have their own missions and secrets.

  Animu raised his head, his empty eye sockets looked towards the stormy land raging in the south—at the same time, the crocodile under the great shaman also turned his head, and the six crimson jewel-like eyes stared into the distance.

  —There, there are the sacred places of their Sequoia people, as well as the heritage handed down from their ancestors.

For the inheritance and sacred objects, the ancestors of the Sequoia people split into various tribes, killing and sacrificing each other, and lost countless inheritances and mysteries. This also caused the Sequoia people, who clearly had the superior power at that time, to face the immigrants from the empire. Under the attack of a knight group, they were defeated steadily, and lost the entire Misty Bay and the river swamp area, allowing them to build the current Harrison Port.

   This is not a bad thing.

  Because... Humanity must have an enemy if it is to be united.

  Up to now, the four major tribes of the aborigines have been united, and many other small tribes have also been unified. Under the threat of the imperial people, the Sequoia people are united as before, just like a thousand years ago.

   "If it wasn't for the big storm eight years ago, one of the inheritance secret keys was lost...the secret keys might have been gathered long ago."

   Withdrawing his gaze, the sighing Great Shaman returned his gaze to Harrison Port, and then firmly locked in the direction of the Viscount's Mansion: "But these are all details."

   "It's right there."

  The gigantic crocodile roared. It sensed the contradictory emotions of 'excitement' and 'calmness' conveyed by the human being above its head. It felt very uncomfortable and wanted to wantonly destroy and vent its anger.

  But the giant beast couldn't get rid of the human's mind control above its head at all, so it could only obediently obey the other party's instructions and move forward.

The crimson blood-colored roots spreading from the great shaman's body are very similar to the crimson blood ink he offered at the pure sacrifice two months ago, and these roots mixed with blood vessels and nerves penetrated deep into the crocodile dragon's body. Deep in the brain, it can even take over all the thinking and actions of the other party if necessary.

These roots are pure life essence condensed, it is the life of dozens of hundreds of people, or even more people are refined and merged. It is its power that allows the extremely old great shaman to take root in The head of the spirit of the mountain tide, and control the opponent's every move.

  —The Mountain Lord wants the sacrifice of life...then give it life.

   But, there is a price.

   "Your life is my life."

  Mumbling in a low voice, the great shaman clearly sensed that there was a faint echo guiding him in the Viscount's mansion.

   That is exactly one of the four sacred objects of the Sequoia people, the fluctuation of the "Key of the Sea"!

   "The holy land is boiling, setting off huge waves and storms, and the key is also boiling—despicable imperial people, you can't hide the relics of our ancestors that we took from the holy land of Sequoia!"

   After confirming the target, the old man sneered.

This is also why he spared no effort to consume the essence of the spirit of the tree sea for more than ten years, eat the foresight Futaba, predict the date of the storm in the South China Sea, and the reason for the actions of Viscount Grant—only when the Holy Land is abnormal, the key will also change, and All this can only be sensed by the Sequoia people who also have the source quality key deep in the blood, and it is impossible for those imperial people who do not have the same blood to know.

   "Run it over."

  The big shaman gave the order.

  So the mountain master moved forward.

  The terrible vibrations occurred from the foot of the crocodile dragon as the source point.

Ordinary swamp crocodile dragons are mostly first-level crocodilians, with a small number of second-level typical low-level monsters. They are generally 1.5 meters tall and less than eight meters long, but a first-level crocodile can fight against an official knight.

As for the swamp crocodile of the second energy level, even the smallest individual has a body length of more than fifteen meters, which is taller than ordinary people. The normal individuals among them can grow to a height of five or six meters after a long period of time. It is more than one meter long, and it must be led by an elite professional agent to have the possibility of defeating it.

  However, the swamp crocodile that can be worshiped as a totem spirit and mountain master, has survived for more than 150 years, has a basic psionic field, and is close to the third energy level... cannot be judged by its race.

  This giant beast is more than ten meters tall, even taller than a city wall or even a five-story tower when its head is raised, and a giant beast with a length of more than 70 meters. It is infinitely close to a high-level monster, but it lacks the wisdom and skills of a high-level monster that approximates or even surpasses humans.

   But now, it is not the crocodile that controls this powerful body.

  It's Animu, the great shaman of Sequoia.

  The moment the crocodile dragon stepped on, the violent shock caused the surrounding houses to shake violently, the glass shattered, the doors and windows were twisted, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.

The strong wind swept the debris of the building into the air, and the flying stones and wooden fragments were accelerated to a dangerous level, and smashed the windows and door panels of the surrounding rows of houses. Fortunately, there are no pedestrians on the road now, otherwise it can almost be said It was a massacre.

  Even the solid bluestone road could not bear the weight of the giant beast, and began to sag, but with the will of the great shaman, the surrounding land gathered up like living creatures to take over the body of their owner.

   But the process also completely destroyed the streets of Harrison Port. Where the crocodile dragon passed, an uneven muddy dirt road appeared.

  Like a scar.

  At this moment, all the remaining defensive towers in Harrison Harbor have noticed this majestic behemoth, and after a brief shock, they all launched an attack together.

  Boom! Dazzling rays of light bloomed, pulling out a two-meter-long electrified flame, and a sound barrier cloud appeared, and the atmosphere filled with heavy rain and strong wind was broken down in an instant, and a cylindrical cavity appeared.

  The alchemy cannons burst out one after another, like continuous thunder shaking on the ground, and the shells with sharp front and rear columns galloped at a speed that could not even catch up with the sound, and went straight to the body of the crocodile dragon.

  However, Crocodile just closed its eyelids.

  As long as it was moving forward, its ability had already been activated—the khaki mud was like a living creature, climbing up from the ground against the current, crawling slowly on the surface of the giant beast.

   It can be vaguely seen that there are tiny earth-yellow crystals shining in the center of the scales and the tops of the spines of the crocodile dragon, and these dense rays of light are connected to each other, vaguely forming an extremely complex network of light patterns.

  It is the magnetic field, not just the magnetic field... The invisible field spread, and the viscous mud with a thickness calculated in meters was used as the first layer of non-Newtonian liquid armor, which came into contact with those alchemy shells that were enough to smash the city wall.

  —followed by an explosion.

   Boom boom boom! The powerful shock waves are like translucent rings, driving away all the surrounding rainwater, but also bringing up a lot of smoke and steam, causing the rows of houses closest to the battlefield to collapse.

  But as the smoke dissipated, all the tower gunners were shocked to find that the layers of mud shields covering the body of the Crocodile were blown apart, and the semi-metallic scales under the shields were also oozing blood...

  They did injure the enemy, but for a second-level monster, this kind of damage is just equivalent to being punctured by a thorn on their fingertips.

   Pain, but it does not affect the battle... On the contrary, it can accumulate anger and increase strength.

   And their position is also exposed by the offense.

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