Heroes Prison

As soon as the sky curtain enchantment was extinguished, they instantly realized that there was a problem with the magic tower, and they came here quickly, but they only saw the corpse of one place and the extinguished magic furnace, and nothing else.

"Damn! Who is it? Who killed the poison in our holy city, who stole our **** spar ?!" Lige sacrifice growled gritted teeth, palms clenched tightly, long nails Embedded in the meat.

"Dare to steal our **** spar, really looking for a way out!" Man Sheng stared at the empty plate with a sneer, "The **** spar is the demigod strong silver of my ancient times-silver Emperor Hidden Sky, using his own divine power to condense, with the breath of Hidden Sky. I went to the Holy Mountain in person to open the heart of the race, track the breath, find the place of the person, you kill him . "

"Okay! I'll see who's so bold! I'll entertain him!" Said the high priest Li Ge, surly, with a sinister smile on his face, as scary as the old witch .

Then, the saint left the magic tower.

He went up the sacred mountain at the fastest speed and came to the solemn temple.

At this moment, there was no one in the temple, and the candles were lit on both sides, and the candles flickered uneasily, as if they felt the wobbly future of the half-orcs.

After the savage Saint came here, his mood was slightly calmed, he took a deep breath, followed the central axis on the ground of the temple, and went to the end.

Then, he opened his mouth and whispered a spell, and the mysterious melody resounded in the ancient temple, traveled through time and space, and resonated with the half-orc ancestors of all ages.

When the spell was finished, the wall at the end of the temple “banged” opened to both sides, revealing a secret room inside.

The dark room was dim, exuding a rotten breath.

At the very center of that secret room, a strange heart floated.

心脏 That heart fist is about the size of a normal person's heart. The flesh is golden yellow and sacred and pure.

The heart is alive, it keeps expanding and contracting, it beats rhythmically, and makes a sound of "咚咚咚". After hearing it, its heart beats with this rhythm.

However, on that heart, it was stained with some striking black magic blood, and the two were very uncoordinated, making the heart like a defiled sacred object.

The savage saint looked at the heart with a slight loss of eyes. He suddenly remembered those years. This heart has been passed down from the ancient ancestors to the present. It is sacred golden yellow and has not been stained with a little bit of magic blood. It seems to be the best and most holy time, like art. The product is generally perfect.

现在 But now, this heart is stained with black magic blood, and it doesn't look so good.

This havoc of the half-orcs today is also from this.

For a moment, he suddenly regretted his decision to turn to the Demons. But soon, he shook off this strange idea. No one can take the power of the demons. Sooner or later, the second world will be destroyed. He turned to the demons to choose a promising future for the half-orcs. The people will praise him.

The savage sainted the wrinkles on his clothes and adjusted his appearance. Then he took a deep breath and walked solemnly into the secret room.

He came to the heart step by step, stopped himself, slowly reached out his hand, and carefully held the heart in his hand.

Immediately, his palm felt a strong beating, and his fingers kept opening and tightening as the heart beat.

In a short time, a breath of ancient and wildness emerged from that heart and penetrated into the body of the saint!

His breath soared in horror, and the power of the ocean was wandering wildly in his body, his robes flew up and down, and the majestic breath swept out.

His heart seemed to be stunned by the power of this heart and became extremely religious. He opened his mouth and spit out a few words solemnly: "Heart of race, give me strength! Blood trace, inconceivable! Hidden ancestors, condensed **** crystal, appear immediately!"

The words fell, and a drop of golden blood suddenly dripped from that weird heart!

"Pha ~" This blood dripped on the ground, made a clear sound, and then quickly penetrated into the ground.

At the same time, a trace of energy also penetrated into the earth with this drop of blood, quickly spreading out along the earth, spreading to the entire half-orc holy land, frantically searching for the half-orc ancient demi-god strong [ Hidden sky] breath.

In the holy city below the holy mountain, the high priest of Lige was standing at the top of the magic tower, holding the crystal crutch, overlooking the holy city, and glanced back and forth, closely watching the movements around him.

At this moment, in the eastern part of the holy city, in a remote alley, there was suddenly a red light soaring into the sky, very striking, like a lighthouse, marking the location.

"Hum! You are there!" Lige the high priest sneered, his body turned into a streamer, and galloped towards that place.

Uh ...

In an alley in the eastern part of the holy city, Huang Yi was hiding in a corner, holding the wrath of the **** of death, ready to fight with the army after his avatar led the army.

But suddenly, a very faint energy pulsated in the ground underfoot. Immediately afterwards, his hands and the wrath of the **** of killing suddenly burst into bright red light, soared into the sky, and marked his position in a flash!

Huang Yi was a stunner at first, and soon reacted, and he was followed!

When he was at level 115, he once learned a passive skill called [Anti-Scouting], which can prevent himself from being tracked by others.

But now, his passive passive reconnaissance skills are not working!

He lowered his head, looked at his red-light hand and the wrath of killing God, and immediately understood!

The problem should be on that phantom. The **** spar should have some kind of breath, and his hand and the wrath of killing the **** have touched the **** spar. It is estimated that the high-level of the orc has used some method to track the remnant of the **** spar. Breath, disguise makes his position exposed ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Half-orcs are very good at tracking. The race skill of a half-orc player is a tracking skill. As the high-level of the half-orc race, there will definitely be a better track. the way.

His position has been exposed, then the next moment, there must be a master to come and hunt him!

Almost instantly, he used the ability of a fake hat to quickly disguise himself as a Naga.

The wrath of the **** killer in his hand was also disguised as a harpoon weapon common to the Naga tribe.

Now, he is still in a half-orc form in essence, but his appearance and breath are Naga.

"Do you think you can hide from our pursuit by hiding here?" Just then, a frosty voice rang loudly.

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Thank you for your understanding. . . Buried old, Wan Mengyuan, 1111 and so on for a few seconds, and so many book friends rewarded these two days. (To be continued.)