The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 74: The horn of the setting sun (below)

People looked at the door of the house together. Through the broken door, a tall and thin shadow bamboo stick poked outside.

"Yekong may be the only guy in the entire Cherry Duo with this ability." Long Ji answered with a curled lips.

"Hey! Southerner! Come in and talk!" Sibi beckoned and shouted.

Yekong looked around blankly, then walked slowly into the room, poked in the middle of the room, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Your Excellency Jonah, are you sure you want to do this? Punjabi beast spirits are not showing pictures and sounds, but information recorded by the soul. They will cause you severe pain at the moment of connection, plus The mental shock brought by the battle...We hope you can do it after you have recovered some physical strength, just to be safe." Elliott worried.

Toba doesn't like to listen anymore. "Elie, my lord is completely fine after drinking my secret porridge!"

"He's already like this anyway, where can he go?" Sibi said with a grin.

Jonah waved away the messy comments and raised the small mouse on Yekong: "Yekong, can you help me see the situation that day? I need to know everything."

"April 21st at 3:32 pm." The Rose Knight added, "Your Excellency Jona, are you sure..."

Yekong approached the window and lowered his head. His eyes were fixed on Jonah's face, but Jonah felt that his gaze penetrated his body and shot towards an unknown distance.

The southerners have no expressions on their faces and quickly make complex handprints with their hands. Flowers with complex petals bloom between their fingers. At each set of handprints, Yekong suddenly puts his palms together, and golden ripples visible to the naked eye are floating in the air from the palms. Inside, accompanied by the deep sound of Zen bells coming from nowhere.

Eli, Toba, Longji, and Sibi each stepped back before they opened the window, Jonah's flax curly hair and Yekon's red hair were blown by a tangible golden wind.

"Oh!" Ending with a Zhijixiang seal with two palms facing each other and flicking up and down, Yekong gave a cry, closed his palms, and covered Jona's right hand with the Punjabi beast spirit on the palm of his hand.

He rarely heard his voice. I thought Yekong's voice would be as jagged, dry and astringent as his knife. I didn't expect it to be a nice baritone.

Jona was thinking in a mess. Suddenly, it was as if a sledgehammer hit the sky spirit cover. There was a loud noise in Jona's ears, and his eyes fell into darkness, accompanied by a sharp pain like a torn head. dark. fall. Just like the last memory before the coma, the star array greedily sucked away his mental power and life. The familiar feeling made Jona difficult to breathe. He scratched the neckline with both hands, and the wings of his nose flashed quickly. He seemed to hear the anxious calls of his companions in the dimness, and he couldn't help but remember that he had not had time to explain to everyone the reason for the coma.

A gust of wind brushed his cheek. The pain receded like a tide, and Jona heard the sound of running water, smelled the damp smell, touched cold raindrops, and then saw a heavy rain and misty water surface in the rain.

This is a vast area of ​​water, and you can’t see the end of the other side of the river bank. The black and blue water is surging with countless turbulent waves. The waves are smashed on the shore, and the splashing water mist is immediately washed away by the rainstorm, between the sky and the earth. , Is a chaos that belongs to water.

He was standing in a huge arena a hundred yards in radius. This was a sunken basin, sinking into the ground about six feet deep. The unpaved brown mud was soaked by rain.

There were many spectators sitting or standing outside the arena. He saw Dad in the crowd. Dad sat comfortably in the rain and looked at his big pipe. The fire of the pipe was not extinguished by the rain.

He felt the weight of his coat soaking up the rain, so he unbuckled the buckle, took the long knife from his back and held it in his hand, took off the heavy rust coat, threw it in the mud, and wiped his face.

He is Yekong. This is the twilight arena of Cherry Crossing. The black and blue water not far away is beyond the holy river. Beside him, stood Toba, Elliott, Sibi and Longji. Their opponents were jumping into the arena one by one, and the heavy rain made him unable to see the appearance of their opponents. He only knew that the figures were divided into three groups. In addition to them, three teams.

"This is the sixth winning game. Your goal is at the top of the flagpole in the middle of the arena.-to say one more thing, this goal is my favorite oriental food: a piece of tofu. It can be preserved intact. The target is the end of time, or the team that destroys all opponents and keeps the target intact is the winner of the game and will win one of the 23 tickets. The same rules as you have seen before, compete in the evening Field..."

Daddy's words haven't been finished yet, the battle has already begun. One team was attacked by another team, and there were shouts of killing and sword strikes.

"...Without any privileges or terms, you can start fighting even before I sound the starting horn. There are smart people in this game." The old man laughed. He dropped his pipe, raised the huge golden horn and blew it vigorously.

The deep, deep and thick horn resounded through the arena at dusk.

The Pitchfork squad formed a defensive formation. Toba blocked possible threats with a strong chest, and then asked, "Ellie, what should I do now?"

"Observe," answered the Rose Knight holding the spear high. "The opponent's information could not be obtained before the game, and now we must defend and collect information. Sir, we have determined that a dangerous power releaser exists."

In the rain curtain in the distance, there are groups of high-speed air **** shooting around with sharp howls, and the rain draws an oblate shape to the invisible air mass.

The power releaser is a profession unique to the Western Continent. If you don't count other races such as the Yizi people and the foreign elves, the Western Continent is basically a single race plate composed of the Cosivites with fair skin and blue-gray pupils.

A very small number of Cosivites experienced the awakening of a god-given ability at the age of 18 and became a natural releaser of motivation. This inborn ability is known for its powerful offensiveness, but it consumes life energy. The body of the power releaser is weak and short-lived unless it is assisted by expensive drugs. The First Central Army of the Zawi Empire has a French regiment composed of power releasers, which is the largest combat power outside of the ground dragoon regiment.

"Good luck." Long Ji said beside her. Her long black hair was soaked tightly against her long neck, like a white swan with black feathers.

"Yes, good luck." The Rose Knight agreed.

They are referring to the positions of the four teams. The three teams entered from the northern end of the arena and have already started fighting. The Pitchfork Squad is at the southern end of the arena, occupying a good defensive position with its back against the wall and the target being monitored.

"Tofu? It's the kind of soft and crumpled food? Damn, how do you handle it. Bah, it's bad weather." Sibi complained, wiped the rain on his face.

"Miss Grasshopper, can you see the top of the flagpole clearly?" Elliott asked.

"As clear as looking at your own toes." Sibi's green pupils shrank into a line, like a cat full of danger. "Hey, don't call me the little grasshopper after all. Miss, how ugly."

"There is a thief moving at high speed. After he gets the target, shoot him down. Miss Long Ji, prepare to capture the target, and be careful not to damage it. Everyone, we have not found the existence of a powerful magician, a power releaser. It will run out of life energy soon. It’s not a concern. The Pitchfork Squad’s defensive ability is far stronger than attacking. We won the target and defended in place until the end of the time. Do you agree?” The Rose Knight quickly arranged and consulted.

"That's more." Sibi didn't doubt the actual commander of room a51, and swung away the silver snake-shaped bow.

"Yekong. Don't let others approach Miss Long Ji, that's enough." Elliott turned his head over.

Jona's soul nodded. Yekong did not respond.