"That's it again."
Dick rubbed his temples with a headache, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying hard to suppress the violent bloodthirsty desire in his heart.
When he felt completely calm inside, he slowly opened his eyes and returned to his normal face, and Blood of Madness also closed.
At this time, he could not help but close his eyes and feel the numbness coming from every part of his body:
The heart beats more vigorously;
Every muscle is vibrating violently, and they are undergoing silent transformation.
The most obvious thing is that the warm feeling in the stomach is like the waves crashing in front of the beach at 30 degrees.
The dull feeling when digesting food disappears and is replaced by the pleasure of efficient operation.
The digestive function of the intestines and stomach has become more efficient. After food enters the stomach, it can be quickly disassembled and absorbed, and turned into strands of energy, which then flow into the body through the magic veins, quickly providing energy to the body.
There was also a timely prompt on the panel:
Kill Misty Mountains Berserker X30 and get Energy Points X500.
Kill Mountain God Yovis's messenger--Manslayer Burd III, and get Energy Points X150;
Complete the mission (defeat the Misty Mountains Barbarians army) and obtain Energy Points X500;
There are currently 1150 Energy Points.
[Talent]: School of the Lynx Witcher (4 times adult male physique)
[Talent]: Theocratic fragments
At the same time, the colorful fragments in the panel became more complete and were slowly rotating in the void.
"Not bad." Dick opened his eyes after a moment and sighed lightly.
He looked at the broken silver sword fragments on the ground and felt pity in his heart. This silver sword could be regarded as his old friend.
But he also remembered that the blacksmiths of Lynx Fort had said before that even if ordinary steel materials were mixed with dragon tear powder, it would only greatly enhance its sturdiness, but the fundamental factor that determines the stability of the weapon is still the material itself.
Before this silver sword was mixed with dragon tear powder, it was much more fragile than my black sword. Now it has fulfilled its duty and died.
Finally, Dick looked at the giant ax next to Manslayer's body, and tentatively held the thick ax handle with both hands.
In an instant, the giant lavender ax began to change its shape, gradually turning into an outline similar to the long sword he used. Finally, it became clearer, and it was the same as his original silver sword, except that the sword body was glowing purple.
Dick nodded with satisfaction and put the purple sword back into the scabbard on his back.
He threw the broken crown left aside into his space pocket.
After waiting for a moment, he saw that Deity did not appear after killing Ruiwen last time. He shook his head with some regret.
Suddenly, Dick raised his head and stood up, looking towards the direction of Duke Amara's camp in the distance.
There was already a raging fire and thick fog.
"Strange, haven't I completed the mission? Why hasn't the battle ended yet?"
Dick's pupils suddenly shrank into vertical needles, "No, it's Xiya!"
[The Other Side of the Starry Sky].
Under the white beam, the new character of the stage play appears:
The huge figure of School of the Lynx, bound by chains of dark runes, appeared clearly.
Yovis is roaring angrily:
"My Divinity Fragment, my Divinity Fragment! Damn Burd III, it's so useless!
Just because it was possessed by his weak body and unable to exert its full strength, it was defeated by Dick.
I want to extract his soul and torture him severely, but... why is his soul free but the contract between us is completely broken?"
Next to him, the outline of a giant python bound by dark chains let out a hissing sound.
Yovis looked at the outline of the giant python nervously:
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault! If we work together, we will surely win Northern Kingdoms. Now only my envoy is dead, why isn't your envoy dead yet? You selfish worm!"
The python's silhouette sounded like sandpaper:
"Little Shanmao, the cooperation at that time was also subject to your consent. There are rewards and risks in everything."
And the dim and uncertain figures around them also began to comment around this new protagonist:
"The ridiculous little lynx always does this kind of ignorant thing. Knowing that after Gabriel's divine envoy is killed, the contract will be interrupted and the divine power will be lost to Plunder, yet he still lets his own envoy attack Northern Kingdoms."
"I heard that cats have very small brains, so many decisions can only be made based on instinct, without going through the brain."
"So what if it goes through the brain? Yovis was defeated by Kaer's design hundreds of years ago. I remember that at that time he was also arrogant and thought that by possessing the messenger, he could sweep the world and easily defeat the top powerhouses of the Panda Continent. He didn't want to think that after your divine power was infused into the messenger, he would not survive."
"Bobcat's brain capacity does not allow him to learn from his mistakes, so he appears extremely stupid."
"I heard that part of Kaer's cells were taken away by his best friend. Kelang and the mistress of Noldor Forest jointly used magic to cultivate a new demon hunter. I don't know if it is this Dick?"
"Calculating the time, the embryo matured fifty or sixty years ago, so the new demon hunter should be about fifty years old, which does not match the age of Dick."
"Not only does this kitten not have any wisdom in its mind, it seems that its strength has also regressed a hundred years ago. It is expected that Dick, who is not a descendant of Kaer, can defeat it."
"What a disgrace to us! Why do you still associate with him?"
Mountain God remained silent, but his whole body was tense and arched, and his hair stood on end, like a little soft cat in the state of a thorn-backed dragon.
He... is also suffering from those words.
A female chuckle sounded.
Yovis glanced sharply at the six-winged silhouette bound by chains. "Gabriel, why are you laughing?"
"Nothing." The cold female voice responded, "I just suddenly remembered the interesting thing Ruiwen once said about the Panda Continent."
After saying this, waves of laughter filled the entire space.
"Quiet." A strong outline flashing with dark thunder issued a majestic instruction:
"No matter what plan you study, you must think twice before committing, and do not easily provoke the demon hunter named Dick. His abilities are very weird. After all, we are still..."
As his voice became lower and lower, the spotlight on School of the Lynx's extremely embarrassed head slowly dimmed, and the entire space was completely plunged into darkness.
But what was different from last time was that the faint low laughter had not dissipated. In addition to the hoarse hissing laughter and the soft female voice, it seemed that the laughter of the majestic and strong man was also mixed in.
Everyone has moved to the outside of Duke Amara's camp, including Barbara and most of the civilians in the camp.
Duke Amara was lying on his back on the tower shield of the frozen earth, the left side of his face was as black as a roasted deer steak, and smoke was rising from the gaps in his chainmail.
Kebi When he knelt down beside him, the Duke suddenly grabbed his gauntlet with a force that a seriously injured person should not have.
"Kebi, help me take care of my wife and daughter from now on, you know?"
"I know, I know." Kebi's teeth tore open the silver buckle of the waist bag.
"You are good, but your skills are ordinary. You should brag less and practice more Swordsmanship, do you understand?"
"I know, I know." Kebi's fingers rummaged through his pocket.
"The most important thing is that I must be able to hold my grandson before Crown Festival next year--"
"I know, I know."
Kebi's chain mail glove got stuck in the mouth of the bottle. He stood up in a hurry and kicked the Duke's tower shield with his heel.
"Amara, can you let go and accept the treatment?"
"The name must follow my great ancestor--ah, I am Cao!"
Kebi jerked his hand, pulled off the beeswax seal of the crystal bottle, and directly pushed the mouth of the bottle into the opponent's chattering mouth. The end of the pouring spout went straight into the throat, and his movements were as rough as giving an enema to a war horse that resisted treatment.
"Gulu."
The Duke's Adam's apple had a bulge the size of a pigeon's egg, and he coughed hard and sprayed the medicine bottle all the way out.
"By the gods! You fed me Broom Witch... huh?"
The Duke clearly felt the numbness coming from his disfigured cheeks, and the disappearing strength spread from his heart to his limbs. He was swelling with unprecedented strength.
Playing against the Jatu army five times in one night seems to be no longer a dream!
Testing fingers discerned the transformation of the cheek - the burned skin was slowly shedding new skin.
"Dragon Tear Potion?"
"Yes, I left it especially for you." Kebi smiled.
"You kid, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
But then I thought about it, just now he held Kebi's hand tightly and gave his final instructions in an urgent tone...
This is a serious matter, it seems...
Blame yourself!?