Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 285 Magical Journey

When Astor followed Joel's suggestion and drank this glass of "water" without any hesitation.

In an instant, a hot feeling quickly spread from his mouth along the esophagus, and then completely exploded in his stomach!

Only ten seconds later, Artes's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Where is this water!?" Artes, who had received a good education since he was a child, did not swear even at this time.

Joel took a sip and said, "The water of life is the strongest wine in this tavern, with a purity of 96%. It can make your whole body hot to Arkham!"

"I..." Artes still wanted to speak, but felt dizzy for a while, and then sat down on the chair, speechless.

The others laughed loudly at this moment and said, "No. 30 two!"

Since Arkham was blocked, this mountain path has always been an important transit point for their travels, and it was very crude at the beginning.

But with the continuous improvement of everyone, there is actually a good bar here.

The owner of the bar, Whittaker, used to be an Arkham postman who was injured for some reason, and then became the owner here by chance, responsible for managing the sled dogs and related transportation preparations.

It can be said that this Boss Whitaker is the one who guards the gate of Arkham here.

Under the operation of this group of gangsters, legends about Arkham gradually spread, and many desperate people wanted to go to Arkham to seek their last hope.

Among these people, there are naturally various spies mixed in.

The Water of Life level is a kind of test. Now counting Artes, 32 people have accepted the test.

Eighteen of them have left this world, while the remaining 18 have successfully entered Arkham.

When Artes was in a trance, everyone made simple inquiries to him. After confirming the details of this guy, Artes survived.

Half an hour later, Artes gradually came to his senses. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that each of the gangsters was fully armed, wearing thick fur coats, animal fur hats on their heads, and scarves around their necks. dead.

There are also thick cotton boots on both feet, and heavy gloves on the hands. Everyone has become a bloated fat man.

Joel, who has been "fat" for two laps here, threw an old animal fur coat over to the bewildered Artes and said, "You will be frozen to death on the way to Arkham in this suit." of."

Artes is a person who is willing to listen to other people's suggestions. He put on his coat obediently without any hesitation.

When Artes followed these people out of the tavern one after another, he found that seven sled dogs with very strong bodies had appeared on the white snow outside.

This sled dog is very strong, even somewhat out of the category of canines.

The pitch-black back, snow-white limbs, sloppy expression, and a pair of blue eyes full of strange spirits all declare that these sled dogs have special spirituality.

Coming behind the sled dogs, Artes found that the group of sled dogs were standing there normally, with a shoulder height of 1.5 meters, just like a small horse.

At the same time, their limbs were thicker than normal dogs. On the paws that were slightly sunk in the snow, Artes could also faintly notice the sharp and somewhat unusual claws.

"This...is a dog!?" Artes looked confused.

Scarface on the side laughed and said, "I was shocked when I saw it for the first time, but it will be fine after I get used to it. After all, this is Arkham's dog."

At this time, a young man in thick clothes came over and said, "Old rules, two people share a sled, fasten your seat belts, and if you fall to your death, I'm not responsible for it!"

Hearing this, Artes shuddered, and turned his head to look at the very simple sled, the seat made of some steel bars and iron sheets welded.

Joel smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, it's very exciting! Sit with me!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

During the conversation, everyone had already sat on the sled, and Artes fixed himself firmly on the steel chair with a strap that was as wide as his palm, still feeling a little uncertain.

"Let's go!" Accompanied by an order, the young man just now rode a bigger... dog and took the lead.

And here, Artes first felt his body leaning back for a while, and then he saw the big dog pulling the sled and moving forward with endless wind and snow.

This speed is not even slower than the cars on the road.

"My God! These... are all monsters!" Artes felt his world view collapsed at this time.

On the next road, Artes really experienced the excitement that Joel said. The strong dog pulled the sled and galloped, making sharp turns and drifting constantly in this white mountain stream.

Either on that cliff, or on that steep hillside.

Artes felt very uncomfortable at first, but after he overcame his inner fear, he actually felt that such a journey was full of poetry and romance.

"How happy would it be to watch this scene with Lynn and Pol?" At this moment, Artes suddenly thought of his wife and children.

An hour later, the overall distance has gone half way.

The convoy... It should be said that the dog team also stopped one after another, allowing this group of people with frozen hands and feet to move their bodies.

But just when they stopped, the young man in front suddenly shouted: "There is an ambush!"

The gangsters instantly pulled out their loaded firearms and guarded their surroundings.

At this time, a team of hundreds of people suddenly appeared in the surrounding white snow and surrounded them.

They were wearing snow suits and holding sophisticated military-style weapons. Everyone had a gloomy expression, as if they would turn them into a hornet's nest if they moved a little.

"It's over!" Seeing this scene, Atters turned pale for a while.

"You damn rats can really hide. You actually thought of going to Arkham from here." Along with the voice came an officer holding a gun.

Joel smiled and said, "Sir, I'm just asking for a living, let's make a living!"

"Huh, let's make a living, you humble rats still dare to say such things?" The officer said, raising his hand.

"Shoot them all! Keep the dogs!"

Click!

As the gun was loaded, Artes seemed to feel the pain of being shot through his chest.

Ten times the difference in numbers, the opponent is a well-trained army, but here is just a group of mobs.

"Fu*k! They are dead anyway! Fight them!" Scarface just now roared, and shot with a gun.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, dense gunshots rang out, and this group of thugs with all their stature skillfully found the cover, and began to deal with this group of regular troops.

However, they were only lingering on their last legs when they were surrounded.

In just 5 minutes, five people had already died.

The rest of the people are also injured and disabled, with despair on their faces.

(End of this chapter)