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Chapter 213 Viscount!save me! (14)

Of course, Ian was not in a panic when he said that he was almost certain to die.

Almost is not the same as really must die.The significance of the existence of the prophet is to walk out of a broad road from the seemingly impossible crisis.

Hum... the armored engine runs smoothly.

"pirate."

Ian opened his mouth and asked the captive: "Do you know that you cooperate with the natives?"

"no!"

Waiting for a reply for a long time, the elf pirate who had been holding his breath immediately replied accurately: "Our goal is to kill Isengarde... and... uh...you."

Because Ian turned his head to ask questions, Andor immediately understood why Patrick said, 'As soon as you see the other party, you know who is the target of the mission'.

The boy's eyes were clear and warm like water, but if he really looked at him, he would feel a kind of cold fear.It was as if nothing about him could be hidden, and all his ugliness and delusion were directly seen through by others.

Compared with this kind of self-ashamed fear, that handsome and fair face is actually second... Although it is indeed very beautiful, there are not all elves who can compare with it.

One of the goals of your mission is to kill him?What the hell is the boss going to do? This kind of person kills as soon as he says he wants to?

Instinctively, he was so puzzled, and soon Andor heard the next question: "What is the communication station password of your pirate fleet?"

"1453156258."

Fluently reported a series of numbers, the pirate captain could have as much fun as he could: "My lords, if you want to kill me, please hurry up, the torture just now is really unnecessary..."

"It's not your turn to die now. When there is time, you have to tell all about your relationship and communication with Patrick."

Interrupting the other party, Ian calmly shook his head in denial.

Now is indeed not the time to let this elf pirate die. The other party is the evidence that Patrick has linked up with the pirates. It is part of a huge conspiracy. The assassination of the other party can be confirmed, and more details may be unearthed.

If it doesn't work, it can be thrown out as bait. It is really unnecessary and wasteful to kill it now.

Dididi——The boy entered the password as quickly as possible, and opened the armored communication platform.

He directly sent a signal on the public screen: [Urgent!Viscount, here we are!I grabbed the armor, but the native shaman came to stop us, and came to help after the fight! 】

Ian scrolled through this string of messages more than a dozen times in a row, and waited until the Viscount, who was most likely to be concentrating on fighting, took a break from his busy schedule and replied "yes" before giving up.

"okay."

After doing this, Ian let out a sigh of relief and said, "I have done everything that can be done, at least someone can help us get revenge."

"what?"

Isengard said blankly: "With Uncle Grant, do we still need to be avenged?"

"Your Uncle Patrick is not easy to solve, not to mention the aboriginal totem master involved."

Ian's thinking was very clear: "Now we have a moray eel chasing behind us - don't worry, it's not as fast as us."

"Mainly in front of us, my spirit can see a huge aggregate of water and soil elements."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man said in a deep voice: "In the entire South China Sea, there is only one source material structure of the second level of water and soil, and that is the totem master controlled by the indigenous great shaman, the spirit of the mountain tide, and the swamp crocodile dragon."

"He also seems to be able to sense our movements, so he is already waiting for us on our only way."

at the same time.

The far sea of ​​the South China Sea, the bottom of the sea.

The swamp crocodile moving on the bottom of the deep sea constantly changes its trajectory, as if it can predict the situation in the distance, and always intercepts the group in front of them.

The big shaman is not in a hurry.

Ever since he merged with the Crocodile, his spirit has been connected to the other three totem masters... the sea of ​​trees, the two giant eels, and himself, the four chaotic wills were glued by the "sacrifice" ceremony of the Sequoia people combine.

Their spirits have been promoted in worship again and again. Although they have gradually lost part of their dominance, they have become more pure and noble, almost like the third energy level of pure life and pure spirit. realm.

They can even sense that pure 'natural power'.

This is also the reason why there are monsters who actively look for these natives, preferring to fuse themselves with human shamans, and become the totem masters worshiped by the other party.

Because, this may be the second system on the continent of Terra besides the pure potion system... a way to combine the spiritual energy of life in the body of all living beings with the natural spiritual energy.

A kind of 'all souls in one' promotion.

But it is a pity that this is an extremely difficult and arduous road... The great shaman himself felt that this road was feasible because of his talent, but his successors, and even the successors of the heirs, may not be able to realize it in their entire lives half point.

There is no systematic inheritance, and there are not enough talented people to devote themselves to it and become the cornerstone of this path... This is the tragedy of the aborigines.

and so……

"We need to recover the Holy Land."

The key in his body was vibrating, and the six pupils of the great shaman looked forward, and he realized that Viscount Grant had arrived in this sea area.

This is good.

When he caught his target and exchanged with the other party, he could get the last key and open the door of the Holy Land directly before the mutation completely happened.

I can already see it.

In the deep sea, the rapidly moving armor has appeared within the horizon.

Even the giant eel chasing behind could vaguely see that the tidal spirit stirring up the tide had already blocked all the escape routes of the little armor.

So the huge crocodile moaned dully on the bottom of the sea——accompanied by the khaki-yellow halo on the top of the stone thorns all over the body, at the bottom of the deep sea, large swaths of rocks and sand rose up in waves.

The turbid dark clouds on the seabed, like a pitch-black wall of clouds, pressed towards the front.

And when the great shaman saw Ian and the others.

Ian also saw the Great Shaman.

After six years, the strength of the opponent has not improved much, and even weakened. Unlike the empire, which has abundant healing resources and various healing methods, the healing of the aborigines is at most relying on the transfer of life source to accelerate healing and regeneration. .

This does not allow Warcraft to self-repair its damaged source structure, and can only wait for time to slowly make up for the missing parts.

Six years wasn't long enough. The cannon that Ian controlled the alchemy cannon and blasted into his internal organs really seriously injured the totem master.

Just a slight reduction in power is already a pretty good result... In the final analysis, the Crocodile with the wisdom of a great shaman is still a monster monster that can rival Viscount Grant.

At least, today's Ian doesn't dare to say 'victory' lightly even if he is driving the armor.

Or even 'survive'.

(End of this chapter)