Chapter 462: Climax
What will Yuan Zhan do with all his strength?
No one has seen it, even Yan Mo.
He only felt that this savage man was becoming more and more confident and comfortable. Sometimes, even he could not see his bottom line.
Sometimes he would think, how could a savage who was so ambitious and so lustful for power become less concerned about power and ambition after nearly a decade, or even less anxious to establish his own power.
But recently, he seems to understand that when a person's power surpasses too many ordinary people in the world, when he finds that as long as he can do it, his mind on doing it will be reduced a lot.
It's like a man with a hundred million dollars and a pile of nuclear bombs. He doesn't care about buying land, building houses, setting up companies, competing for the president, etc. Because if he thinks about it, it's easy for him to have it.
So when he asked the other side how to deal with the eighteen bone warriors, the other side's expression was very relaxed.
"Do you want them dead or alive?" the man asked with a smile.
“It's best not to kill." If it's unnecessary, Yan Mo doesn't want to fight with the Wuqian city.
Even if the White-Horn clans are friendly to the Hornless-men, if the Hornless-men kill the horned warriors in a city, I'm afraid the White-Horn clan can't accept them anymore, but it's very likely to deal with them together with the Black-Horn clan and the Red-Horn clans.
Because this will be a race struggle, for the sake of our own survival, there will be no justice, morality and friendliness.
Unless they can kill the Horn-people in turn, but let alone The Guide will not allow it, that is, if The Guide allows it, and neither he nor Yuan Zhan can do it.
Are the Horn-people powerful? Are there many people? But they still haven't killed all the Hornless-men in the western continent for so many years.
Maybe someone will say, what is killing some of the Horn-people? Why don't you beat the Horn-people to pain, to fear, to the point where they dare not resist?
But in this way, the hatred of the Horn-people will be transferred to both of them, which is very unfavorable to them and the eastern continent.
Yan Mo wants to help the Hornless-men in the western continent, that is, to find a long-term enemy for the Horn-men, so that they have no time to find trouble in the eastern continent. If necessary, of course, the Horn-men here are also needed to hold the Hornless-men's hatred.
That's why Yuan Zhan didn't use his killing attacks when he just dealt with the Horn-people. All the killed Horn-people were the hands of the local Hornless-people. Now the Horn-people may not see the difference, but when he and Yuan Zhan are exposed, with these premises, some things are much easier to operate.
Of course, if necessary, he will also deliberately wake up the other party one or two, at the right time.
"Here we are!" Yuan Zhan stabbed The Ink Murder Meng to the ground.
No one called for attack, no one called for one, two, three.
After the transformation, the eighteen warriors launched an attack on the Hornless-men, focusing on Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo. They don't even care about the others!
These warriors are probably used to cooperating. The attack is not as disorderly as before.
Eighteen warriors were divided into three groups. The first group sent out firebombs, the second group sent out a huge net to cover the Hornless-men, and the third group sent out a large number of firebombs again.
"The Ancestor God, I sacrifice with my energy, wish the Hornless-men behind me will have no harm for one minute.”
Only one minute! Yan Mo was helpless. If he doesn't want to use his will to lie on the ground, he can only give one minute of invincible protection.
But a minute seems to be enough for Yuan Zhan.
The first bombs landed, but were blocked a meter above the Hornless-men.
When the big net that is not afraid of fire fell, a strange scene appears in front of the Horn-people.
A large net covered the Hornless-men, and all the Hornless-men look up, just as the third batch of fire bombs landed, like a fire rain falling on their heads.
I don't know who actually sighed at this time: "So beautiful..."
More of the Hornless-men are watching the fire and rain, and then they look at Yan Mo in the front with gooseflesh eyes.
“I can, I can stand up." A patient lying on the ground who wanted to struggle to get up found himself standing up easily.
"Why? My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. My illness seems to be over? “Another patient found something unusual.
Other patients who have been aware of this for a long time have also determined that their improvement is not an illusion. They cannot only stand up normally, but also walk normally. The disease seems to have disappeared from their bodies. The weak body seems to suddenly become powerful again, and some of the worst feelings of illness are most obvious.
"Recovered! Our epidemic is gone! We're ready! Ancestor God! MoDa-Ren bless us! "These patients who almost have to stay are ecstatic after a brief loss!
The patients shouted and cried, and many cried for joy.
And the family members of the sick people are also very happy and crazy. Their relatives and friends are well. Even if they want to escape from this land, they will not be afraid. They will not be forced to abandon their family and friends. No one will have to suffer any more.
The patient and his family members knelt down at Yan Mo. They did not know how to express their gratitude. They could only touch the ground with their heads to express their highest respect and gratitude.
One kneeling, two kneeling. Soon after Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan, there were no upright people behind them. All the Hornless-men knelt down to their backs.
The Horn-people's eyes are going to pop out! Why hasn't the fire net been lowered? How many slaves of the Hornless-men did they catch with this? Why don't you use it today!
What is the most incredible is what blocks the big net and fire rain?
“Demon witch! It's a demon witch! "
"Kill them! They must be killed! "Shouted the head of the Horn-people, with a cold sweat on his forehead.
With all hope in mind, the Horn-people are waiting for their next attack.
But when the eighteen warriors changed their formation and tried to kill them, the ground under their feet suddenly cracked, and all the warriors, together with the Horn-warriors behind them, screamed and fell into the pit.
What a warrior! At this most dangerous moment, six of the eighteen bone warriors made bone wings behind them and flew to the sky. At the same time, they made a roll of bone chain and rolled up a group of people and threw them on the nearby flat ground.
The other twelve warriors who fell into the pit did not slow down either. Some of them inserted their sharp blades into the gaps to avoid further falling. Some catapulted out the thick net to save more of their own people.
However, since Yuan Zhan has made a move, how can he give them a chance to fight back?
“Boom!" the earth was closing.
"No --!" a lot of the Horn-people screamed.
Yuan Zhan is no doubt a demon in the eyes of the Horn-people.
"Kill the demon! Kill him! "
"Demon? Oh, and look at my fire control skill. My family, the priest, said it's called the fire shower meteor.” Yuan Zhan's words with a smile just fell, and the sky dropped a large number of fast fireballs!
"Escape!"
"Hold up the bone shield!"
The Horn-warriors are all shouting, everyone has offered the best bone protectors, but not everyone can resist such a hot and powerful fireball.
The ball of fire fell to the ground and caused a fire. What's amazing is that the fire is only a circle, just around all the horned warriors. In order to avoid the fireball, the horned warriors have to concentrate in the middle.
Some people want to rush out of the fire circle with their bony armor, but when they rush in, they will be yelled by the fire, or they will go back to the open space in a hurry, or they will be pulled by their companions to rescue them.
At first glance, the six warriors with bones and wings behind them seem to be the safest, but
"Don't you know what I hate most is the winged ones? Whoever told you to fly, come down! "
A savage and unreasonable Chief Da-Ren is angry from the heart when he sees the wings growing on the back of people. He doesn't admit that he is jealous. Well, there was fireball rain just now, but it seems that the six people's bones and wings were not affected by the fireball rain. When someone waved, it began to rain rocks.
The most terrible thing is that these rocks all have blue and white flames, and all concentrate on the six warriors' wings!
"Where is the demon warriors?! “ A horned warrior shouted out all the voices of the Horn-people present.
Haven't you seen the demon warriors of the Hornless-men bullying them? Even if they haven't seen it, have they heard it? Even if the most powerful legends are about the Demon Abyss, there's no such warrior who can crack the earth, make the sky drop fireballs and smash rocks and rain!
If the Hornless-people and the demon warriors in the abyss are so powerful, do they still need to hide in the abyss? The situation of the Horn-people and the horns people would have been reversed for a long time, right?
Yan Mo's invincible protection time for the Hornless-men has ended, but the Hornless-men didn't realize this, because a Yuan Zhan stopped all the attacks of the Hornless-men.
Yan Mo jumped up in time to collect the fire net into the space. This kind of big net which is resistant to fire. He wants it!
The Hornless-men see that Yan Mo and all they felt is reverence and love, and Yuan Zhan is awe and worship. Compared with being a witch, who doesn't want to be a god warrior who can control the energy of heaven and earth like this?
Yes! The Hornless-men will never admit that Yuan Zhan is the demon warrior, which is clearly the power of God, OK?
Those warriors want to save the war.
Yuan Zhan sees that they are still so irresistible and polite. He grabbed the surrounding rocks and waves at them.
“Bang!"
“Boom!"
Pieces of huge rocks are smashed to bone warriors like children's toys
Pity those bone warriors. Their bone armor is very strong, but the taste of those boulders hitting you is absolutely not pleasant.
If Yuan Zhan doesn't believe in evil, he doesn't believe in smashing or rotting these oracle bones.
More boulders were thrown at the bone warriors.
Just as a bone warrior got up, another rock flew up. “Bang!"
“Poof!" the poor horned warrior just got hit and vomited blood, and his magic armor seemed to have a little crack?
Cracks are creeping to repair themselves, but there are too many rocks!
“Bam! Bam!" all these terrible huge rocks hit him in the same place.
"Oh!" God a finally broke down!
Warriors try to resist, with fireballs, with wind blades, with venom. All they can think of to stop Yuan Zhan's attack on them, but the rock rain is too dense.
And the soil under their feet is becoming more and more sticky. As long as they fall to the ground, they will be unable to move.
“Hey!” Countless Bing arrows flew straight into their eyes, ears, neck and joints."
These parts are indeed the weakest parts of god armor. They can avoid it once, but the second and third time
Yuan Zhan is addicted to playing and toying with these. Those Horn-warriors who are tortured by him can only stay in a small circle and can't move. But he can see that those Horn-people are still trying to attack, such as using bone treasure.
“I can't afford to waste so much energy and time." Someone murmured.
So, the Horn-people were miserable. They could have worn a suit of bone armor and brought their own weapons and money back, but now
Countless vines suddenly emerge from the ground. They are like controlled vines. They caught the Horn-warriors who want to be on guard and can't be on guard.
"Oh my God! What are these magic vines trying to do to me! “A middle-aged horned warrior cried out in a blunder, but his wrists and legs were all entangled with vines, and he could not stop these vines from restraining him
“Ah, ah!" more than one of the Horn-people cried out in a gaffe. These dreadful vines have reached into their bones and clothes, crawling on their skin Oh! O God! Who can help us!
Hack! But the more you cut down, the more vines there will be. If the broken vines fall to the ground, they will produce new ones.
The Horn-people leader was mad. He struggled in the vines and even shouted at the other warriors who had more power: "Set fire to them! Burn these demons! I would rather die than … Aaah.”
The vines faithfully carried out the order of the great demon Yuan Zhan: to forcibly cut down the yuan-crystal on the bone armor, so that the bone armor becomes easy to fall off. Rob all bone products, rob everything that looked like money bags and bone objects.
In the end, the Hornless-men didn't even keep their boots. The evil vines entwined their legs and feet, raised their legs, and pulled out their boots together!
"Crackle!"
There was a lot of rain falling in front of Yan Mo.
A strong smell of smelly feet came from Yan Mo, he turned covering his nose and retreating quickly.
Then, a rainstorm suddenly fell, ending the one to many scuffle.
The Horn-people stood in the rainstorm and were stunned by the impact.
They... Were defeated? Even after they sent in the bone warrior?
Yuan Zhan walked back to Yan Mo with The Ink Murder diagonally inserted. "The Ink Murder is very unhappy. He doesn't like to be inserted into the soil. He likes to be inserted into flesh and blood body."
"There will be opportunities in the future." Yan Mo regrets that he used Wu Guo's vines to refine The Ink Murder, and later upgraded it. It seems that he accidentally created a little monster?
The Hornless-men got up one after another and looked excitedly at the Horn-people opposite. It's raining on the opposite side. It's not raining on their side.
Those Horn-people are miserable, depressed.
Almost naked, everyone stood in the mud, washed away by the heavy rain.
Some people wonder why these Horn-people don't move. After a careful look, they find that the soil under their feet seems to have turned into a swamp in the heavy rain. All those Horn-people are trapped in the swamp, and there are a lot of vines around them.
"The armor of the bone warrior can't come off." Yuan Zhan is not satisfied.
Yan Mo, "Of course, the armor is integrated with their bodies. It would be strange that you can get it down."
"You said before that their armor was stored in the crystal on their forehead?"
"Yes... Hey! Don't! "Yan Mo quickly stopped the greedy ghost who wants to dig the crystal. “The crystal is the soul crystal of the Horn-people. If you dig it out, they will die. "
Yuan Zhan turned his head. "You don't want a magic armor?"
"... I do, but not in this way, there will always be opportunities in the future.” Yan Mo's heart was dripping with blood and he was pulling people back. If it wasn't for him to accept the bone inheritance and have a half Master's grace with Zan-Bu, he would have done it first without Yuan Zhan's help.
Yuan Zhan's face was pitiful. He really wanted to see what would happen if the soul crystal on the Horn-people's forehead was pulled out, but his family, the priest, wouldn't let him.
Yan Mo can't stand the smell of those boots - in summer, the Horn-people are on their way and fighting, and the smell of those boots is so smoky that he immediately turned to Hou Shi and Qi Hong Zi and told them, “Go and look at those bony armors, clothes and boots, and share what you can wear."
"Yes!" both Hou Shi and Qi Hong Zi are going to die of joy. They turn their heads and shout, and come out in a heap.
They rushed happily to the mess and rummaged for it. They carried away all the clothes, shoes and other things, and arranged the others to one side. It's not that no one is crazy about bone objects and bone coins, but no one is stupid enough to be greedy for ink at this time.
Wadi village people and the Qiyu village people are the most simple. They don't even have the idea of greedy ink. They just take what Yan Mo asked them to take. The rest are sorted out and sent to Yan Mo respectfully.
Yan Mo pointed to Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan stopped Hou Shi and Qi Hong Zi and asks them to distribute the weapons to all the Hornless-men on the scene, while Yan Mo collects the rest.
The Horn-warriors, pale and hateful in their eyes, stare at the opposite Hornless-men who are happily sharing the spoils.
These damned, despicable, despicable the Hornless-men, even stripped them of their belongings and weapons in front of their faces!
Yan Mo looked at Hou Shi and said nothing. There are about two hundred people from the Horn-warriors and about two hundred people present at the Hornless-men. Boots don't fit everyone, and some they don't fit for everyone.
But in order to be fair, according to the degree of participation in the fight just now, some people took a boot for each one of them. If the weapon can't be broken, they may do the same.
Well, compared with clothes and bone armor, Hou Shi seems to prefer leather boots and lethal weapons that means he can climb mountains and cross-country without hurting his feet and protect his ankles. And some bone armor and weapons need to be activated by yuan-crystal. They don’t have yuan-crystal, and all these bone treasures have been handed over to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo is sure to arm the Hornless-men, who may be the most loyal to him in the future, but now is not the time to talk about merit and reward, so we have to wait for a while.
Yan Mo held an 8th rank yuan crystal coins. "The Ancestor God Above, I sacrifice with my energy. May the anger of the Horn-people subside. May I have a peaceful dialogue with them for five minutes."
After the fight, you can't just pat your ass and walk like this. If you want to go, you have to take care of the rest of it.
Yan Mo sighed and went to the Horn-warriors.
The Horn-people's head shouted out warily and hatefully, "You demon's witch! What do you want to do to us? "
“I'm not a demon witch. I'm the first person from the ancestral temple. I serve Pangu, the creator God of the world. Horn-people, the Ancestor God is generous, but you can't slander the Ancestor God like this. Maybe the Ancestor God will not punish you, but your God, the rock, will not let you go. "
"Nonsense! Pan'a is the only God. Where did it come from "Whoops!" the head of Horn-people's pupils widened in fear, his mouth suddenly closed and he couldn't speak.
Yan Mo shook his head. “Look, your God Pan’a has already punished you for your disrespect to the Ancestor God. You can't do it another time."
Many of the following people are holding hands and murmuring: "The Ancestor God Above!" they see a living miracle again!
The Horn-people leader and other Horn-people are skeptical and scared. They don't know if it's really God's punishment, but some people who want to swear find they can't open their mouth!
Yan Mo raised his eyebrows. He was also surprised that the prayer just now had such power. Well, peaceful dialogue, if someone wants to quarrel, naturally they are going to shut up.
"You guys, are you really going to fight and die like this? So many people have been killed and injured, don't you think it's enough? "
The head of Horn-people almost scolded him. Our people were all killed and injured, OK! It's a pity that he can't scold him.
"Well, I don't understand why you, the Horn-people, are killing us like this? The epidemic is not transmitted by us. It is easy to happen in summer, rainy and dirty environment. Even if cholera does not occur, other epidemics will occur. I think you have experienced more than one major epidemic since you built the city so long.” Yan Mo added soul convincing power to his voice.
The head of Horn-people sneered and thought, “I see what you witch want to say!"!
Yan Mo sincerely said: "To me, the Horn-people and the Hornless-men are the same people of the Ancestor God. So when you, the Wuqian City came to find me, I will not only give the medicine that has been refined, but also hand over the prescription. In exchange, I just hope that you, the Wuqian City, can give these poor Hornless-men a place to live. And to exempt them from thirty years of giving offerings is to give them rest. After this epidemic, they have exhausted all their property. Because there are more dead and sick people, they are unable to go to hunting more animals and crops. What's the difference between making them offer sacrifices and forcing them to die? "
I don't know if Yan Mo added soul power to his voice, or because he just let the Horn-people pray to calm down their anger. What he said seemed to touch some of the Horn-people in the opposite direction.
The Hornless-men heard this passage and thought more deeply. Some people shouted directly: "Yes! You, the Horn-people, don't treat us as human beings at all. If you want to kill, you can kill. If you want, you can do what you want. Aren't you afraid of divine punishment? "
Gods do not care about human life and death, only human beings can judge human beings, and gods will use natural disasters to reshuffle cards only after human beings play foul or see human beings unhappy. Yan Mo thought in his heart, and still said sincerely to the Horn-people: “If you don't want the Hornless-men to stay nearby, I can take them away. But why kill them? What did they do wrong? You say we are the demon of the abyss. If we are the demon, can you be able to live with so many people now? My warrior is so strong, but he didn't kill you alone. Your people are here. As long as you let these Hornless-men go, don't do anything to them, I will give you all your people back. "
Yan Mo didn't put himself and the Hornless-men together in the speech, and no one was surprised to hear them not including themselves to the Hornless-men. In their thoughts, Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan are different. Although they Hornless, they represent gods and exist at a higher level. As long as Yan Mo is willing to help them, they will be very grateful.
“Let's see for yourself. Let's see your brothers and friends nearby. Who died?"
Yan Mo said that the Horn-people looked at each other and looked at each other. Only then did they find that they had not been downsized after a major fight just now? Those who fell into the sinkhole were also thrown out. And those armor warriors are just trapped in the sticky swamp. Although everyone has only one head, they are still alive?
"Just now you were going to kill us. My warrior resisted. He could have killed all of you, but he didn't! Please go back and tell your City Lord and the temple witch that neither I nor the other Hornless-men want to fight. The Hornless-men just want to have a place of their own and get equal status with the Horn-men. Please don't force them anymore. Otherwise, the Hornless-men will eventually take up arms and fight for their deserved rights and interests! "
Yan Mo found that his eloquence is getting better and better since he became a demon stick. These disgusting words in the past had no obstacles at all.
After finishing the talk, there is a need for the perfect exit, then how to call the perfect exit?
Don't you think I'm the demon witch? Then I will let you feel the healing power of my witch.
Yan Mo asked all the Hornless-men to retreat and Yuan Zhan to transfer all the captives of the Horn-people to the Horn-people.
It's necessary to launch.
Unfortunately, it's too late to change clothes, but the focus is on medical effects. It doesn't matter if there is no special effect.
Just when Yan Mo thought about it and used his mental power to let himself float slowly.
There was a sudden gasp under his feet.
“God!"
“Putong!"
The Hornless-men fell to their knees again.
There are many people in the Horn-people who are shocked by huge!
“Pan’a God Above! Is he really a witch?"
Yan Mo held his hands in front of his chest, his head is slightly drooped, his eyes are slightly closed, and he floated in the air.
He was dressed in coarse cloth and straw sandals.
His appearance is not extraordinary, let alone handsome.
But whether it's the kneeling Hornless-men or the trapped and captured the Horn-people both were looking up at him, including Yuan Zhan.
They saw a clear rainbow behind the boy who was suspected to be a witch!
The young witch is like being shrouded in the glory of the rainbow, and the whole person gives out a different light against the rainbow.
The young man opened his mouth, and there was a singing sound that seemed to infect his soul in the air:
“Gods and spirits, please listen to my plea. I would like to share my vitality with all the injured creatures here. I hope the war will end. I hope the Horn-people and the Hornless-men can live together in a friendly land..."
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