Fairyland, big problem

[Elf Paradise, there is a big problem] 【】

"Ancient altar?"

Compared with the surrounding buildings, the altar is simple but not simple. Along the high platform, there are snake-like mountain roads on both sides, which are also piled up with dark red stones.

There are no handrails on the stone steps of the winding mountain. Instead, there are totems that appear on the side at intervals.

The texture on the totem is not very clear, and the outline of the cloud and mist glyph can barely be seen.

The scene is different from the luxurious and sacred feeling of traditional places of worship and blessing, and it is completely simple and strange.

Like a passage that has been stained with blood for a long time, the end of the passage is a slaughterhouse where countless human lives are sacrificed to the devil king.

There was a team of black dots moving on the mountain road, moving dull machinery, Wen Jiu recognized that it was a living sacrifice.

The living sacrifices are made in groups of four, against the huge box. Taking the figure of the believer as a scale, it is estimated that twenty or thirty people can be packed in the big box.

The living sacrifice is tireless, the mountain is not high, and the footsteps are fast enough. It didn't take long to reach the altar near the top from the bottom of the mountain.

Open the big box and dump a messy corpse from inside.

The altar flickered with blood, and what spewed out was not white tyrannical toxin, but blue-black mist.

"Is this making a living sacrifice? No..."

Wen Jiu quickly overturned his own thoughts, "It should be creating a wild soul."

The Living Sacrifice has no combat effectiveness, and can be understood as a walking corpse/zombie transformed by the Dark Souls, retaining some previous combat experience and spells.

The real power depends on the wild soul.

The living sacrifices in the tyrannical forest world are magical derivatives created to become wild souls. When the conditions are ripe, they break out of cocoons and become butterflies, and the decayed flesh is useless.

The tyrannical toxin is nothing, the blue-black mist is the core.

The ghost hub obtained by General Youyuan when he was young came from Helang, and Helang was also the originator of the blue-black mist and wild soul.

Wen Jiu's purpose is very simple, when it comes out, try the water first.

If it's too strong, we will evacuate with the inferred information;

If you are not strong, kill it directly!

But... where are there so many living sacrifices?

It was a strange phenomenon. While Wen Jiu was probing on his stomach, several groups of live sacrifices had already gone up the mountain to fiddle with the altar.

There is nothing wrong with the desolate soul being able to move in the Yinxie veins. The altar is a 'turbid device', so it may be okay, and it uses the advantage of being close to the auspicious ground to hide the evil spirit.

A living sacrifice will not escape the earth's veins, but a living sacrifice corresponds to the deceased.

How did He Lang get so many dead?

The living sacrifices continued to resist the corpses up the mountain, and there were many mountain roads.

It is very likely that the current operation will continue for these two days, and the number of corpses transported into the altar and live sacrifices to and from it every day is very alarming.

The tyrannical toxin covering 60% of Fenglin Lake also uses living sacrifices as raw materials, and this amount is even more incalculable.

And the ghost ship outside.

There must be more than one ghost ship, and it is more than enough to arrange hundreds of living sacrifices.

Assuming that Helang stood up and told him personally that the number of corpses was 100,000 or 200,000, Wen Jiu would think it was reasonable.

This is not counting the number of wild souls who have not shown up.

Picking up the binoculars, Wen Jiu's attention shifted from observing the altar to observing the living sacrifice.

The clothes on them are tattered, and the style is vaguely recognizable.

There are regular clothes for civilians, very distinctive official uniforms of the dark fighters, and custom battle uniforms.

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Excluded from the clothing style are living sacrifices accumulated by Helang during the three or four hundred years of hiding, and the existence of living sacrifices is limited, and the body decays slowly, so it is impossible to last for such a long time.

Modern clothing, huge number of corpses.

It is not difficult to think of the disaster of "Bone Dragon Yu\

,"The three city groups were destroyed, and a large number of dark-suppressors died. The unit of measurement must be "tens of millions".

'Bone Dragon Yu' really had some kind of plan with He Lang.

There are so many evil creatures in the Canggu Realm that have escaped, so there is no problem in bringing some corpses to He Lang as raw materials.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The sudden loud laughter startled Wen Jiu who was thinking deeply.

The laughter was amplified by magical means, and echoed in the sky and water, and the nearby lake water had abnormal fluctuations caused by sound waves.

Wen Jiu rubbed his ears to confirm that he was not discovered, but was attacked by sonic waves.

"Fleas, come to disturb my plan!"

Floating in the sky above the altar were a few desolate souls in gorgeous brocade robes.

In addition to noble clothes, they also wear shaman and sacrificial wooden masks on their heads, with colorful feathers, gold rings, and staffs with miscellaneous pendants in their hands.

Counting the time, the follow-up investigation team and free investigators almost entered Fenglin Lake. The tyrannical toxin area is the territory of the wild souls, and it is normal to be found.

Then, the wild souls in the sky sang.

It's really sung, the libretto with a dramatic accent, it says that the women of the Feng family are not worthy of the position, and Feng Helang is the real son.

In the middle of the singing, the strings blared together, and the yueqin, bangdi, sanxian, erhu and other instruments played together in a well-organized manner.

With a sharp flick of the long voice, the wild soul knocked a flower-faced heroine to the ground, and the libretto roughly pointed to killing the queen, and Feng Helang ascended to the throne of District 5.

Wen Jiu was confused.

The singing is actually quite good, the question is...why?

Singing operas will not help the battle, and talking trash will not reach the Fenglin urban agglomeration, and the investigation team who are far away may not be able to hear it.

Just as he was thinking, the song on the stage ended, and the desolate soul floated in circles, bowing and bowing.

"Congratulations, Emperor Feng!"

"Congratulations, Emperor Feng!"

In the history of District 5, there are only queens, and the Emperor Feng mentioned by the wild souls can only be Feng Helang.

Huge wings emerged from the ancient altar together with the entire bull's head, and the scope of the ancient altar could not accommodate fully expanded wings.

The upper body resembling a crocodile emerged, and the bat-like wings were fully unfolded, and an extremely thick blue-black mist surged around He Lang.

"It's too classic...a classic demon image."

Bull face, horns, bat wings, demons are common in Western Fantasy.

With Feng Helang's appearance, he traveled to the capital city for more than three hundred years, saying that he could inherit the Feng family's secret method, which really pissed off the royal family members at that time.

The demon's upper body was already four meters high, and he hadn't completely stepped out of the altar yet.

Wen Jiu planned to make a move.

Summon the Steel Armored Crow, and directly lock the Grinding Claw and Arrogant skill packages.

The construction of the deep-sea torrent project happened to be completed, and the player obtained the eighth skill disable permission.

Steel Armored Crow has fourteen skills, lock two and ban eight, and choose two of the remaining four, it is easy to create a perfect match.

The Vulcan Moth must be there, and the hot wind clears the field.

Lock down Hot Wind and Butterfly Dance.

Its skill pool exceeds 20, and it is not easy to find an ideal match, but Chongming must be rolled out.

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The insect-type skill with a power of 95 is double the power against the super-type, and is used to kill powerful wild souls.

Gem starfish locks down the light wall and surfs.

I originally wanted to use Master Itachi, but considering its weak defenses, and its super-powerful weakness...

The red chain synchronizes with the dead wood demon.

The last position is given to Scallion Pancake, which locks the evil type's wild swing, group attack and restrains the super energy type.

Then lock a sword dance.

The protection ability is weak in combination, and it is greatly inclined to output against the wild soul.

Except for the gem starfish, the elf friends have finished gaining, and Wen Jiu was waiting to do it, and found that Helangka was in the altar.

The devil's half body is still that half body, stuck tightly and unable to get out...