I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

The chaotic battle continued.

Lu Jian saw Birmingham. This young man was holding a crossbow and shooting out of the window. He may have killed more than a dozen smaller winter wolves, but compared to the number of demon tides, this was extremely small.

"Don't run around, stay by my side, as long as you don't get close to the window and keep a certain distance, you won't be infected by those things."

Birmingham also saw Lu Juan, he threw a crossbow to Lu Juan, then ordered, and skillfully shot the crossbow arrows, and a winter wolf fell as a result.

"Trust me, we can stop it."

This may only be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who spoke as if talking to himself. He repeatedly carried out the actions of loading arrows, aiming, and shooting, as if this could make him forget his despair.

As long as one gives up thinking, one will not feel fear.

"Ahhh!"

At the next window, a ranger was infected by the plague. He raised the crossbow that was facing out of the window, aimed it at his jaw, and then tremblingly pulled the trigger.

The crossbow arrows precisely penetrated his head, from the lower jaw to the top of the head, causing the sparse contents to splash out and stain the wall.

"You fill the place there."

Birmingham had no expression on his face, or his expression had already been frozen by the cold winter. He pointed there, motioning for Lu stumbled over.

Lu Jian didn't move.

"What are you doing, you go quickly."

Birmingham said something again, this time with palpable anger in his tone.

"Your shadow."

Lu Jian pointed to Birmingham's body.

Birmingham was taken aback.

He looked down at his feet.

At some point, his shadow began to tremble, like a wireworm that had encountered water, ferocious and distorted.

"You don't move."

As Lu Jian said, the [last words] had materialized in his hand.

Without hesitation or panting, he chose the bombardment of the great existence, and hit the shadow of Birmingham.

In an instant, the shadow expanded to the limit, then shrank, twisted, accompanied by an undetectable scream, and finally stopped wriggling.

"You stand back."

Lu Jian grabbed Birmingham's shoulders, only then did he realize that the boy's clothes were soaked, and Birmingham's shoulders were trembling more than ever.

Thinking has stagnated, and with the pull of the landing trip, Birmingham trembled instinctively, and then, the muscles that had been tense for too long suddenly collapsed, and he sat on the ground collapsed, with tears in his eyes.

All the beliefs that had supported him before were gone, and Birmingham was completely broken.

"Live well."

Lu Jian patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and came to the window.

"It seems that even intangible things can be affected by ravings."

He looked at the chaotic monsters outside the window, the green wind with plague, and the shadows constantly looking for opportunities.

"Since this is the case, Frost should also be affected."

Lu Jian made up his mind and climbed up the window.

"You, what are you going to do"

Birmingham suppressed the trembling all over his body and finally squeezed out his voice.

"Don't worry, I'll save the world and come back."

Lu Jian smiled, then turned over and jumped out of the window.

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===270. Retrograde (Monthly Pass Plus)===

"We can't last long."

In the dome hall, the mage in charge looked at the scenery outside with a dignified expression.

It was unprecedented for three demon tides to appear at the same time, and no fortress could withstand these three days of demon tides.

What's more, no one knows whether this demon tide will really only last for three days. If it doubles to a nine-day blood moon, the Kingdom of the Night will probably be completely wiped out.

There is no torch that can last for so many days. Even if the big torch inside the gray tower is activated, and the great mage who is only one of the thousands of mages is used as firewood, it can only delay the extinction of mankind. speed.

In this case, it is impossible to even run away.

The entire fortress is surrounded by winter wolves and other monsters. Even the magicians will end up being torn to pieces, eaten and wiped clean when they go out. They can only stay here, and either wait until the torch burns them to death, or stop burning The spirit torch and those monsters will be wiped out head-on, or directly use the Eternal Blazing Sun to burn all the monsters around, and then be wiped out by the remaining monsters.

Horizontal is death, vertical is death, and oblique is death. The blood moon that symbolizes death hangs above the head.

This kind of hopeless situation makes people feel hopeless.

Almost no one is cold-hearted, timid, or crazy. Everyone is doing their own thing, picking up weapons, resisting monsters, and dying.

In this environment, only such a mechanical numb action can make people feel at ease.

But the mage in charge of command suddenly saw something wrong.

"Someone left the fortress?"

He looked into the pile of raging monsters.

He saw that a person seemed to be walking among the monsters.

Moreover, it was not the direction of escape, but towards the depths of the black forest, towards the direction where the huge winter wolf was.

Beside that person, the monsters seemed to be disturbed by some kind of disturbance. They either fell to the ground and twitched continuously, or they went crazy and started to fight each other with the same kind around them.

Even those squirming shadows could not get close to that person. The mage observed carefully and found that the frosty ice crystals also bypassed him, as if he was avoiding something.

With that person at the center, a small gap actually appeared in the magic tide.

"Who is he and what is he going to do?"

The mage in charge asked.

No one answered.

Jonah also came to the window and looked at the retrograde guy.

"It's him?"

"Do you know him? Which army's mage is that?"

The mage in charge looked at Jonah.

"No, he's not a mage he's just a ranger's crossbowman."

Jonah replied that he didn't even remember the name of this man who was about his own age.

"How did he avoid those monsters? Do you know what he is going to do?"

In this situation, it is hard not to suspect that the person who is heading towards the winter wolf may be related to the demonic tide. After all, in the cognition of the Kingdom of the Night, the demonic tide is absolutely opposed to human beings, and their existence is to destroy Human beings, it is absolutely impossible for human beings to walk like that in the magic tide.

Even the great mages of the Gray Tower can only stand in the tide of demons and resist those monsters for a period of time.

People like Xiang Lu, who went upstream and headed forward, did not exist in the cognition of the Kingdom of the Night.

But Lu Jian is indeed moving forward.

In the wind and snow, Lu Jian uttered endless ravings.

Any sane creature who hears those ravings will immediately go crazy, be seriously polluted, be eroded quickly, and become a monster.

The fine sound, like fingernails scratching the blackboard, intertwined with the deep, bubble-bursting sound, spreading in the wind, distorting the monsters around Lu Juan.

Obviously, these monsters are not serving that great being, and these ravings are the strongest spiritual pollution for monsters.

Lu Jian saw a winter wolf fell on the ground. Something seemed to be wriggling in its body, trying to break out of its body. As Lu Jian passed by, its abdomen burst open with a puff. From the inside, the green grass and trees thrived , Not afraid of severe cold.

The squirming black shadows that originally surrounded Lu Jian seemed to be afraid of the impact of these ravings, most of them fled away, and a small part kept twitching, twisting, and finally remained motionless, turning into real shadows.

A gust of green wind blows, and in Lu Jian's [real vision], there are countless foreign characters hidden in the wind. This is the wind of the plague. After inhaling it, he will be infected by the plague, be controlled, and eventually kill himself.

But the wind disintegrated and dissipated immediately after touching the murmur in Lu Jianfeng, and those words turned into black powder and disappeared without a trace.

As he walked, Lu Jian found that he felt a little hot.

He saw that with himself as the center, Hoarfrost retreated for it, forming a continuous road.

"Sure enough, even the ice and snow are caused by monsters."

Lu Jian thought to himself.

These monsters polluted the air, causing the air to appear abnormal, and this was the reason for the icy wind and snow. In a sense, the pollution of monsters changed reality through such means.

However, Lu Jian knew that they were afraid now, only afraid of the ravings of the great existence, and worried that the voice would make them completely degenerate.

If there is someone who is not afraid of death, or is ordered by a higher-ranking person to come directly to die with Lu Lian, then he has no good solution.

The current Lu Jian is like facing these monsters with Gatling in his hand, threatening to shoot himself if they don't move away, and the serious monsters will naturally move away.

But if the other party doesn't talk about martial arts and just packs hundreds of monsters and throws them at them, then Lu Yi's small water pipe can't wash so many things.

The reason why the other party didn't do this is that the cognition of monsters is chaotic. Simply put, they don't have such a high IQ, so they may not be able to think of this. Packing a monster and throwing it over can really kill Lu Jian.

In the foreign lands of the Quiet Place, knowledge is pollution.

This person knows so many things, his pollution must be very serious!

Human beings think these monsters are hideous, twisted and terrifying, but in the eyes of monsters, Lu Jian, who is reciting the whispers of those indescribable evil gods, is the dirtiest one!

Thinking of this, Lu Jian decided to speed up.

He jumped up, and at the same time [last words] replicated the impact of the dump truck for himself, and he moved forward quickly, approaching the giant wolf as tall as a mountain by a considerable distance.

He is using two of the three ways of using [Last Words] at the same time, and he can also launch [Word Bullet] if there is no conflict.

And Lu Jian's target is naturally the master of Frost, the huge winter wolf.