Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 212: Viscount! save me! (1/4)

Of course, Yin En wasn't too panicked when he said that he was almost certain to die.

There is a difference between being close to dying and actually dying. 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."

Yin En asked the captives: "Do you know that you have cooperated with the natives?"

"No!"

Having been waiting for a reply for a long time, the elven pirate immediately and accurately replied: "Our goal is to kill Isengarde... and... uh... you."

Because Yin En turned his head to ask questions, Andor immediately understood why Patrick said, 'As long as you see the other party, you will know who is the target of the mission'.

The boy's eyes were clear and warm like water, but if he really looked at him, he would feel 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, that handsome and fair face is actually second... Although it is indeed very beautiful, there are not all elves who can compare with it.

One of your mission goals 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."

Smoothly reporting a series of numbers, the pirate captain can be as happy as he can: "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 you have time, you have to tell all about your relationship and communication with Patrick."

Interrupting the other party's words, Yin En 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 young man entered the password as quickly as possible, and opened the armored communication station.

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! 】

Yin En 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, took a break from his busy schedule and replied with a "yes" before giving up.

"That's it."

After finishing all this, Yin En said with a sigh of relief: "I have done everything that can be done, at least someone can avenge us."

"Huh?"

Isengard said blankly: "With Uncle Grant, do we still need to be avenged?"

"Your Uncle Patrick is not easy to solve, not to mention the indigenous totem master involved."

Yin En's thinking is very clear: "Now there is a moray eel chasing behind us - don't worry, it's not as fast as us."

"Mainly in front of us, my spirit can see a huge mass of water and soil elements."

With his eyes narrowed slightly, the young man said in a deep voice: "In the entire South China Sea, there is only one source material structure of the second level of 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 seems to be able to sense our movements, so he is already waiting for us on the road we must pass."

At the same time.

The far sea of ​​the South China Sea, the bottom of the sea.

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 great shaman is in no hurry.

Since he merged with the Crocodile Dragon, his spirit has been connected with the other three totem masters... the tree sea, the two giant eels, and himself, the four chaotic wills were "sacrificed" by the Sequoia people Ritual bonded.

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 pure life and purity of the third energy level. The realm of the spirit.

Even, they can sense that pure 'natural spiritual energy'.

This is also the reason why some monsters actively search for these natives, preferring to fuse themselves with human shamans, and become the totem masters worshiped by the other party.

Because, this may be the second system on the continent of Terra besides the pure potion system... a way to combine the life spiritual energy in 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 feels that this road is feasible because of his talent, but his successors, and even the successors of his heirs, may spend their entire lives Couldn't comprehend the slightest bit.

There is no systematic inheritance, and there are not enough talented people to devote themselves to it and become the cornerstone of this road... This is the sorrow of the indigenous people.

So...

"We need to find the Holy Land."

The key in his body was vibrating, and the six-eyed child of the great shaman looked forward, and he noticed that Viscount Grant had arrived in this sea area.

That's fine.

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.

You can already see it.

In the deep sea, the rapidly moving armor has appeared within the field of vision.

Even, even the giant eel chasing behind could be vaguely seen, the tide-rising spirit that stirred up the tide had already blocked all the escape routes of the little armor.

So the huge crocodile moaned dully on the bottom of the sea——accompanied by the khaki-yellow halo on the top of the stone thorns all over the body, at the bottom of the deep sea, large pieces of rocks and sand surged up .

The turbid dark clouds on the seabed, like a pitch-black wall of clouds, are pressing towards the front.

And when the great shaman saw Yin En and others.

Yin En also saw the Great Shaman.

After a lapse of six years, the strength of the opponent has not improved much, and even weakened. Unlike the empire, which has abundant healing resources and various healing methods, the healing of the natives is at most accelerated by the transfer of the source of life. Heal and regenerate.

This does not allow Warcraft to repair its own damaged source structure, it can only wait for time to slowly make up for the missing part.

Six years is not long enough, the one shot into the internal organs by the alchemy cannon controlled by Yin En seriously injured the totem master in a real sense.

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, the current Yin En, even in the armor, dare not say 'victory' lightly.

It may even be 'survived'.