Black Scepter Chapter 22: My name is Morpheus, from the heretics court
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The next day.
The carriage that drove out of the city gate of Medici was unremarkable. After leaving the city avenue, it turned onto a small road and traveled to the southwest for three hours before stopping at an inaccessible section.
Compton is a driver, Morpheus's posture seems not to perform tasks but to travel.
And Connor Micks has been waiting in the shadow of the trees on the roadside for a long time. The fold cat Sphinx who jumped first after the carriage door opened stretched out a big lazy waist and seemed to be full of leaving the seat. The depressed city was very excited, and he started playing the game of scratching his own tail. Afterwards, the Morpheus walked down without any nonsense. After a glance with Connor, he began to move towards the jungle.
Sunset.
The dark jungle still looks endless, but Connor, who is walking in the front, suddenly stopped, the bat wings behind him stretched out, and the body flew silently into the sky. Morpheus put his hand on Compton stood on the hilt of the Demonsteel dagger, without any extra movement.
"Target distance, number of people, combat strength."
Morpheus asked without looking back.
"A straight line is 470 meters, twelve people, seven people have combat power, three people have threats."
Compton’s calculation method is entirely based on the game theory of Masoka cards. The camp where the members of the ordinary heretics tribunal cannot find is a secret stronghold of the “voodoo” sect—the “voodoo” sect says It should belong to the religion owned by the ancient aborigines of the sacred Gabriel empire. It has a long history, but it gradually declined due to the strong exclusion of the Holy See. Conner Micks as an "indigenous" who has lived for more than 800 years. This sect's understanding can be described as far beyond ordinary people, but the arrogant blood family has never looked down on these "savages" who always discuss teachings and communicate in the forest. In the centuries of being listed as wanted by the Holy See, the voodoo sect once treated the blood people The request to form an alliance for self-protection was only made, but the blood race was divided due to Ashkandi’s counterattack and the terrible arrest of the Holy See. The opinions could not be unified, and they finally gave up.
Connor’s figure reappeared silently beside Morpheus. The blood race with absolute advantage in the dark respectfully whispered: "There are no other ambushes nearby, there are twelve people in front, we need to solve them together now. ?"
Connell, who possesses the power of an earl, is completely confident in the dark that he assassinates the voodoo sect members of unbelievable strength one by one.
Compton’s calculation also tells Morpheus that the Earl-level blood in the dark is enough for one person to overturn that person-but Morpheus did not adopt this method, but after issuing an order that made Conner surprised. Alone into the darkness in front of him.
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The bonfire was quietly burning in the middle of the camp. Several people dressed in shabby figures were talking in a whisper. Half a wild boar was roasting on the fire, and the meat was not fragrant.
Voodoos have never had a fixed "nest" or "headquarters", which is why they have not lost much since they were wanted by the Holy See.
At this moment, the core leaders of this camp are three members of intermediate strength, a "Witch Doctor", a "Summoner" and a "Musad". Their presence allows several other young members Sleep peacefully without fear of any Warcraft in the forest.
"Du Lide, I think if it continues this way, maybe our activity area will move north again in the next winter."
"Then migrate, it’s no big deal, the kids can survive."
"But in this way, within five years, our number will only decrease and not increase."
"Living first, then, if you can’t even live your life, the continuation of life is not significant."
The content of the conversation was not very optimistic. The two leading members of the sect sat by the bonfire and looked grim, but then when the bonfire fired slightly, one of the old men in their fifties stood fiercely. Got up.
The middle-aged man who didn’t notice the strange thing next to him is unknown. So, he stood up and said, "You have--"
"Boo!"
His body flew out without saying a word-the whole person hit the giant tree ten meters away without even mentioning it. The sound of "Boom" shook countless fallen leaves!
The old man who stood up before did not hesitate to raise his hands, and suddenly made a parry movement-a fist suddenly appeared in the shadow, hitting the old man's arms without fancy!
Compton’s stiff expression contrasted sharply with his fierce attack. He didn’t even have a weapon in his hand. His movement was like a thunder. He punched five or six punches. The old man's fight backed away. Every punch was astonishing. The popping sound made other people in the entire camp instantly stunned, and he didn't even know that he should fight back.
Many of these members are young people with little combat experience. Their strength basically hovered up and down at level VII, but after Compton defeated the old man for three steps, some people finally rebelled-a very thin man Suddenly raised his hand, a short ebony stick drove the elemental particles in the air to suddenly condense, but it was very different from the elemental magician's way of constructing magic. The ground slightly vibrated, and then two vines like snakes appeared Go straight to Compton in the direction of his short stick!
After being stopped for a few steps, the old man yelled after stopping his body. His body swelled like a balloon, his dry and thin arms gave birth to countless brown hairs, and his face turned into a giant bear. The whole body became a half-human and half-bear form. With a surge of strength, he waved a palm and lined it up in front of Compton's chest. He even shot the latter out!
Compton, who broke a few saplings, was caught by the vines that burst out of the ground before he got up. The strong body could not get rid of it with force-and the man who had been shot by him before Climbing from the corner of the **** mouth on the ground, this guy took a wooden stick from the waist and inserted it on the ground. The pale orange light between the palms flashed away. Then the wooden stick with a delicate pattern on the ground suddenly appeared. It started burning, then burst into a fireball and went straight to Compton!
"Flame Totem"!
The huge bear man rushed to Compton on all fours, and immediately formed a two-sided attack with the weak fireball!
It seems that the seemingly irreversible situation changed instantly with the addition of Earl Conor Connor.
Connor, who seemed to have stepped out of the shadows, first appeared in front of the man who was inserting the second totem into the ground. He flew and kicked him directly to the ground. The huge force even kicked the opponent The kneecap of the knee, and the subsequent palm was stunned directly on the back of the neck. The thin shaman had not fallen to the ground, and Connor's had disappeared into the darkness again.
In the next moment, the giant bear in the distance is about to hit Compton's giant bear and he will face his body like he hit the wall, and he will fall straight to the ground!
The man holding the short stick to summon the vine has finished reading the second spell, biting his finger and dropping a drop of blood, he pointed to the ground with a scream of the spell, and the ground immediately began to shake like a wave of water, and then came down And a giant python with two horns rushed out!
Black stripes, Yaron-like head, huge body—dark moth python, among the lowest-level Dragon Warcraft with dragon blood lineage under Yalong, more than fifteen meters long, born in darkness and growing In the dark, the horrible figure with a diameter of nearly one meter is absolutely terrifying!
However, a dramatic scene appeared on the battlefield that was about to reverse.
This magpie python, whose eyes glowed in the dark in the dark, was majestic when it first appeared. The huge head scales with a width of one and a half meters stood upright and exploded. The image was terrifying, but it suddenly seemed like the next second. He smelled the dangerous breath and turned his head to look not far away. Then he spit out the snake letter and issued a strange hissing noise. The original stretched body curled up into a mass like an enemy.
In the shadow, a cane tapped the ground, and a small figure appeared in the orange fire of the bonfire~IndoMTL.com~Dark moth python lowered his body at this moment without resistance. Because what appeared next to that figure was Sphinx, who was back in combat form!
Morpheus walked into the camp like a stroll, facing the dark-skinned moth python that looked bigger than Sphinx with its body curled up, there was no unnecessary look, but the scepter in his hand lightly touched it down. On his head, the latter closed his huge eyes as if receiving gifts.
As the previous commander, the thin caller has no idea how to deal with the scene in front of him-the only three of the twelve in the camp who have combat power have been subdued by the two blood races, and the rest of the young people are basically It is not an opponent!
"If I were you, I would put it down."
Morpheus held the scepter in his left hand, but pulled out the Phoenix Wood Wand in his right hand. The light at the tip of the stick pointed to a girl holding a bow and arrow pointing at Morpheus. The other side faced the sudden words of Morpheus, and the fingers holding the bow string were conditioned. Loose, but the arrow stopped in front of her eyes-Connor appeared beside her, already reaching for the long arrow that moved only an inch.
No one in the venue died, and the discerning people already knew what was going on.
The old man who has just turned into a half-bear has recovered his human appearance. It seems that he is the leader with the most speaking power here, and he vomited the blood of his mouth. He asked weakly to the Morpheus standing on the edge of the camp Dao: "Dare to ask your Excellency what you have done? The voodoo sect seems to have never had any hatred with the blood tribe in the past 100 years. I wonder why they use sneak attacks today?"
"Correct, I’m not a blood race," Morpheus’s face showed a calm smile that was not age-matched under the bonfire. "My name is Morpheus, from the heretic tribunal."
In a word, the summoner who had been silent for a while was scared and threw the short stick directly on the ground.