God level mage system

Mulu supported the stone with his paws, and raised his head vigorously: "The team stationed in Blood Prison doesn't recognize you. Even if you are really the envoys sent by the Central Tribe, as long as you have contacts with our mutants, they will not let you go!"

"I haven't seen the body yet, so I can't believe that the person is dead."

Ye Tian shrugged and said he didn't care, turned around and left: "Even if he is really dead, the mission still has to continue."

"and many more!"

Mulu clutched his chest and sat up: "Without the guidance of the beacon, the wilderness of Ur will swallow you up. I... can provide you with a route."

"Route?" Ye Tian narrowed his eyes, but didn't look back.

"Yes! With it, you can safely pass through the territories of various tribes and reach Habib..." Mulu's tone suddenly became low, and then there was a soft pop.

Hearing the sound, Ye Tian turned his head, only to see Mu Lu bowed his head, bit his little finger off with his sharp teeth.

"Take it!"

Holding his bloody palm, he handed a sharp bone claw shaped like a half-moon to Ye Tian: "This is the hand of Yetish, the sharp blade of the holy warrior Muru, which once drank [-] humans." of blood.

It is the sickle of death in the enemy's dream, it is the curse that vain people cannot get rid of forever, and it is the beacon for lost soldiers to turn to the leader! "

"As the human who holds it, I want you to complete this hostage deal and restore the glory of the warrior to me!"

Ye Tian was silent for a while, and reached out to catch it: "I accept this commission."

After a night of melee, the attacking tribal troops had already retreated, leaving only charred smoke in the direction of the Yetish tribe.

The armored vehicle started, carrying Ye Tian and Lin Muwan on the road under the sunlight of the early morning stars.

"According to this route, we have to continue going west."

Lin Muwan compared the virtual map in her hand and pointed to the wilderness outside the window: "In that direction, we have to pass through that mountain."

Ye Tian turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction pointed by Lin Muwan.

He finally took a look at the billowing smoke rising from the mountain depression, and said with emotion: "This guy Luo Lin is really ruthless. In order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to take the lives of himself and the entire Yetish tribe."

"You mean..."

Lin Muwan was still a little confused at first, but soon came to her senses: "Did he lure those tribal troops on purpose?"

"I wasn't sure at first, but then I saw this thing."

Ye Tian handed a black earring to Lin Muwan's hand: "Put it on and have a look."

Lin Muwan hesitated, and put the earrings on her earlobe.

"Hey, Miss Lin Muwan, is your itinerary going well? I guess you have already got the road sign and started on the road."

Through bone conduction, Luo Lin's voice came into the cochlea: "I'm currently in the cage of the tribal team's supply vehicle, the treatment is not bad, the single room has air conditioning, do you know how painful it was when I cut my own stomach just now? ?
It's really forced by the situation. In order to deceive that old fellow Mulu's trust, my sacrifice is too great. "

"In order to prevent the earrings from being discovered, I will throw them away before arriving at their base. Next, you have to act on your own."

Luo Lin paused for a while, and said in a low voice: "Leave you one last piece of valuable information. Be careful of the local team stationed in Ur. I tried it just now. They seem to have a lot of interest in trading hostages." Big bad feeling.

It is estimated that I went to the war base, and there is still torture waiting for me, it is too miserable!I won't talk nonsense, I wish you good luck. "

The communication was cut off, probably because Luo Lin on the other end lost the earring.

Lin Muwan looked serious: "Is this person really trustworthy?"

"Luoye's mother...is also a captured hostage."

Ye Tian shook his head slightly: "Whether he is trustworthy or not, at least our purpose is the same, to rescue the trapped mother and let her return to her daughter."

"All right!"

Raising the gear, Ye Tian speeded up: "Our partner, Mr. Luo Lin, has completed the task he was in charge of beautifully, and it will be up to us next."

It doesn't rain often on Ur. This is a world without sea, and the climate is arid and harsh.

Most of the rivers are buried deep in the ground, and only a few rivers come from the meltwater flowing down from the snow-capped mountains on the plateau.

The weak transpiration effect is difficult to form cumulonimbus clouds, and the most common form of natural precipitation here is fog.

A blood-red mist full of iron elements.

The early morning starlight has not yet broken the horizon.

In the corner of the battle base, the mist shrouded in mid-air entangled, and a tall and straight figure stood amidst the hazy red.

The water molecules in the mist condensed on the surface of his black combat suit.

The water vapor condensed little by little, converging into flow marks, flowing down from the soles of the military boots to the ground.

It is a deep red that resembles blood.

Blood soaked the only small patch of grass under the figure's feet.

And the white tombstone standing on the grass.

A row of vigorous characters are engraved on the surface of the tombstone:

Horde Fifth Fleet belongs

Four-star Lieutenant Colonel of the Lion Nebula War Headquarters
Class A Honorary Pilot: "Rafale" Stephen
As a tribal pilot.

Wherever you die in battle, you will be buried there.

The pain and failure of the dead are remembered, and the surviving warriors will become stronger.

The blood-red mist surged, and behind the black figure, a male soldier in white uniform walked slowly.

"Report to the commander, we have destroyed the Yetish tribe and brought back the remains of Assistant Dora and Lieutenant Howard."

The male soldier's tone was low, and when he spoke, he unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

As the commander-in-chief of the Ur Star tribe's garrison, he is in charge of the life and death of tens of millions of creatures on this vast land.

But at this moment, when he faced the man in front of him who was deeply covered in blood mist, his body still couldn't help but tremble violently.

This is the sense of oppression brought about by the crushing of genetic abilities.

Like a sheep encountering a hungry liger, the seeds of fear are planted from the first sight.

"Dora..."

The black figure made a hoarse baritone voice, and pressed his rough palm on the tombstone: "Did you hear, Stephen, our Dora, she is back."

He turned around slowly, with a firm tone that could not be questioned: "John, you have worked hard, take me to see Dora."

The male soldier named John showed embarrassment, and said tremblingly: "Colonel, why don't you... don't see me anymore, the body... the body is not well preserved... not so complete."

"No matter what she becomes, Dora will always be the most beautiful woman in my heart."

Hei Ying raised his hand and walked out of the blood mist, revealing a very ordinary haircut. Under his broad forehead, there were thick black broom eyebrows and deep red eyes. He looked about forty.

What is striking is his unusually broad palms, the rough backs of which are covered with brown mane, and between the slightly spread fingers, you can see the calluses accumulated after long-term training: "Lead the way ahead."