The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 208: The new curse

The Jin Ge cavalry once again engaged in a battle with the Dragon Catch from the side. After dropping dozens of corpses, they rode their horses away. The corpses left behind did not become resurrected because the priest’s feet were far away. Without the cavalry, "they don't want to kill." Asai suddenly said, "They just want to leave scars on their opponents. Look carefully at these post-Qin cavalry, they are all attacking non-lethal places."

"But...why." Jonah also saw this, but couldn't explain it,

Suddenly a strong wind swept over his ears, "Qiang." The golden flowers splashed all over, and Long Shenlin used the famous sword in his arms "Jai Xuan" to open a battle, and wiped the enemy's neck with his backhand, "Puff. "..." A **** arrow appeared from the neck of the Jin Ge cavalry who sneaked into the attack, and it fell into the dust. The liger orc stood up and rushed towards him. Turning his hand back, the black sword groaned and slit the liger beast's belly, "thumping." The riding beast fell to the ground, and Long Shenlin's face was sprayed with blood in the abdomen. The little dragon returned the sword into its sheath and licked it with his mouth. The claw marks on his wrists took a few breaths, "Be careful, Senior Jonah."

The 17-year-old suddenly realized that this time he was not watching the fire from the other side. He was in the middle of the battle. Dozens of scattered horses discovered these suspicious people and were galloping towards them. The golden warge was shining in the sun. , Asai drew out his short sword "gluttonous" anxiously, "Kill, kill, kill, kill one and another, if you don't kill all of you, you will always be endless... come, whoever is afraid of whom." /

"Wait a minute." Jonah suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the oriental arm, and tremblingly pointed to the northwest, "Look."

In just half a minute, the red wave has flooded the black arrows, and the entire army of the dragons has been overwhelmed. A moment ago, they were still in the absolute advantage. No one saw what happened. The elite troops of this family possess the powerful abilities of the triple blessings of bronze puppets, the Nine Laws of the Long Family, and the bloodline ability. They were completely wiped out by the enemy in the blink of an eye. This is simply a fantasy.

"Wounds." The power of Syrafauna, who penetrated the wave of magic, immediately found the problem. "The energy of the cursed earth is entering the human body from the wound. This magic circle is different from yesterday. It only needs to be injured. It can start the invasion automatically, and it must not be injured."

Hearing the astrologer's call, Xiaolong and Asai were stunned at the same time. Xiaolong's hand had just been scratched by a liger, and the orientalist had the scars left by yesterday's assassination of the Jin Ge cavalry commander. Passing a wandering gaze, at this time a wounded cavalry next to them made a terrible demonstration for them. The cavalry suffered a slight injury to his left arm in the battle against the dragon army, slowed down and left the team, "Priest "The cavalry took off his helmet, revealing a frightened face. He opened his mouth and shouted wildly in the East Continent common language: "Priest, I am injured. Hurry up and heal me."

The closest priest was five hundred yards away. As the distance between the cavalry in red armor and the priest in white robes was shortening, the cursed land from the distant western continent began to exert its power, the penetration wound on the forearm. He began to stop bleeding, withered and shrunk like a withered flower, and the flesh and skin rolled over, revealing a pitch-black hollow, "Woohoo." Suddenly this left arm tightened the rein, and the liger hissed and stood up, and the owner Thrown into the air fiercely,

"Bang." The cavalry in red armor fell to the ground, with his left hand pulling out the dagger around his waist, and piercing his right arm with a puff. The soldier screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to bite it with his mouth. His left wrist, but that withered arm swung his dagger frantically, cutting the man’s face, lips, and tongue to pieces. At the same time, the wound on his right arm also began to squirm and shrink, and it quickly became just like the left hand. Puff puff." The soldier's feet were pierced shortly afterwards. He groaned weakly. He lay down on the ground and panted loudly. The liger came to the side and stretched out his long pink tongue to lick his master's face. Are also withering and fading rapidly,

With a very unnatural movement, the cavalry stood up again, as if an invisible thread was pulling his shriveled limbs and head, he danced strangely, and gently twisted the liger beside him. The head of the beast, "That's it... As long as there is a scar, it will become a puppet of the Cursed Soil. His vitality has not been cut off, and his soul is deeply locked in the body that has not withered. This is more cruel and terrifying than the resurrected one. The curse of the enemy." Jona shouted loudly. Through Syrah Fauna, he could barely see the earth covered with crimson lines and stretch out thousands of red tentacles, piercing through the wounds of all creatures on the battlefield, and manipulated them. Thousands of puppets are fighting and fighting with each other, like a large-scale war puppet show,

The "gluttonous" in Asai's hands shook loudly, and the light of the light blue sword flashed away. The head of the cavalryman flew high into the smoke-filled sky, his neck was broken and a long pillar of blood was ejected, but the wound was also rapidly shrinking. , Turned into a squirming black object, and the headless body swayed towards the easterners, "Then when will we become like this, brother Jona." Asai asked indifferently, waving his sword to the puppet. Cut into four pieces, eight pieces, sixteen pieces, and thirty-two pieces, his tone was as calm as before, only the cruel way of ejecting the sword showed the resentment in his heart, "Crack." The short sword was returned to its sheath, and the meat cracked. Falling to the ground, the blood poured into a lake, and the incision began to shrink and change. This pile of flesh and blood squirmed on the ground for a long time, and finally a red smoke appeared, which completely turned into broken corpses.

"Sorry, Asai..." Jonah gritted his teeth and said, "I think it has something to do with personal magic resistance. We can't stay for a long time. Now we immediately leave the coverage of the cursed soil, it shouldn't happen. Change." While speaking, he shot a dazzling star, blasting the three Jin Ge cavalry who had charged into powder.

Long Shenlin stared at his left hand, "If I cut off this hand, will it happen later, Senior Jonah."

"What nonsense are you talking about." The astrologer said angrily: "The enlargement of the wound will only make the curse attack faster. We will evacuate immediately, Xiaolong, Asai."

The two looked at the 17-year-old boy at the same time. At this moment, Jonah suddenly felt that the two descendants of the Long family had the same characteristics, the humble will to survive in the difficult situation, and the stubbornness to be unwilling to give in to reality. Carrying a heavy fatality and the courage to stand up again and again, of course, there is also this kind of passion for my surname that is hidden in my bone marrow and hates me.

"Ah, I think there is still too much time, Brother Jona." Asai said lightly, looking at the Long Family Mansion,

"Maybe the grandmother in charge of the punishment is deeply involved, and...the predecessors and brothers of the Shadow Sect must be fighting." Long Shenlin murmured,