Spirit Realm Walker

Disaster of the Yellow Turban!

Spirit Realm Number: 82

Difficulty level: D

Type: Multiplayer (non-death type)

Main mission: Assassination of the Yellow Turban Army coach

Introduction to Spirit Realm No. 82: At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the largest religious uprising in Chinese history swept the world. As an assassin trained by the inner dynasty, you and your companions disguised as refugees, mixed into a Yellow Turban Army, and waited for an opportunity to assassinate the commander.

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing commoner clothes and a yellow scarf on his forehead, stood at the entrance of the military camp and looked at the military camp behind him, holding a crude spear.

The camps were arranged in an orderly manner, with spear-wielding rebel teams patrolling back and forth. From time to time, scout teams rode out of the camp.

They were in a certain army of the Yellow Turban Army, and they were about to capture a county forty miles away. Since the morning, scouts had been going in and out of the military camp to pass on information.

In two days at most, the siege will break out.

The general of the army is one of the thirty-six Fang Qu Commanders, named "Zhang Liu". According to the information Xia Hou Aotian inquired about, he seems to be a spring god.

Based on the difficulty of the copy, there is a high probability that he is an early level 7 Spring God.

Opposite, Xiahou Aotian, who was also wearing civilian clothes and holding a spear, said boredly:

"It's so boring. Why haven't I changed my shift yet?"

As soon as they arrived in the dungeon, they became pawns guarding the military camp. Zhang Yuanqing planned to wait for the shift to find out in the military camp that the general knew the art of ghosts and gods, and then kidnapped the alchemy to test whether Xiahou Aotian's plan was feasible.

Before locking the star officer in the military camp, he didn't want to cause any trouble. If he provoked Qu Shuai Zhangliu's idea, a fierce battle would inevitably occur.

Of course Zhang Yuanqing was not afraid of fighting. What he was afraid of was accidentally beating Qu Shuai Zhangliu to death.

The copy is over, come back directly!

After finally staying up until noon, Zhang Yuanqing and Xia Hou Aotian were replaced by two pawns and went to the kitchen.

The so-called kitchen is actually an open space with dozens of triangular wooden frames hanging iron pots. A bonfire licks the bottom and heat rises in the pot.

The soldiers lined up in a long queue in front of the iron pot and received a bowl of broth and two coarse-grain steamed buns from the cook.

"The food is pretty good, and there's even broth?" Zhang Yuanqing clicked his tongue.

Xiahou Aotian behind him sneered: "I advise you not to drink."

Zhang Yuanqing looked back and asked, "What should I say?"

"The Yellow Turban Army is a rebel army formed by hungry and cold people. They don't have enough to eat, so where can they get meat." A complex look appeared on Xiahou Aotian's face, "In troubled times, what kind of meat is the most common? "

...Zhang Yuanqing turned his head silently and stopped talking.

Not long after, the two received coarse grain steamed buns and broth.

Zhang Yuanqing was holding broth and steamed buns in his mouth. After looking at it, he went to a few of the most chatty soldiers and asked:

"Brothers, let me ask something.

"Are there any prophets in our army who are proficient in the art of ghosts and gods?"

He secretly guided the emotions of the soldiers and stimulated their desire to talk.

"I know I know……"

"Aren't you talking about the military advisor?"

"The military advisor is a disciple of General Tiangong. He can burn talismans to cure diseases, bring people back to life, and tell fortunes."

Several big soldiers spoke one after another, scrambling to answer.

After Zhang Yuanqing asked the military advisor the location of his tent and his name, he left with Xiahou Aotian.

On the way, he had a pleasant conversation with several soldiers and finally located the military advisor's tent.

The guards outside the tent turned a blind eye to the arrival of the two men.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the thick curtain and saw a middle-aged man in Taoist robes preparing medicine in front of the case in the spacious tent.

Seeing the two people entering the tent silently and hiding from his own perception, the middle-aged man's expression changed. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly turned dull and he fell into an illusion.

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and kidnapped the military advisor.

A quarter of an hour later, the two of them appeared in the wilderness far away from the military camp and began to prepare for the alchemy.

Zhang Yuanqing was holding a writing brush, the tip of which was stained with golden-red ink. He was half-lying on the stove mouth, concentrating on drawing the spirit formation.

Xiahou Aotian took out bottles and jars and poured them into the military advisor's mouth.

"Woooooooo..."

The military advisor shook his head in horror.

"You eat people, people eat you, the cycle of nature will bring you unhappy retribution." Xiahou Aotian pointed at the center of the military advisor's eyebrows, activating the effect of the medicine: "Sleep!"

The military advisor tilted his head and fainted.

The refining process of Sancai Dan is extremely complicated. In addition to the main medicine, there are sixteen auxiliary medicines. Among them, the auxiliary medicines help the main medicine to calm the mind and balance the spirit, energy and spirit.

Anesthesia and psychedelic drugs are the most common.

After Zhang Yuanqing finished painting the spiritual urn, Xiahou Aotian picked up the military advisor and threw it into the alchemy furnace, summoning the Samadhi True Fire and hanging it at the bottom of the alchemy furnace.

Then, he stepped out of the formation and extended it to the foot of the alchemy furnace. The formation slowly rotated, sometimes reversed, sometimes in a forward direction, and the Samadhi True Fire at the bottom of the furnace was sometimes blazing and sometimes softened.

During the process, he opened the alchemy furnace several times and added medicinal materials and a small amount of purified water.

The bronze alchemy furnace is filled with golden light, sometimes bright and sometimes hidden.

Half an hour later, blood mist spewed out from the pores of the alchemy furnace. Seeing this, Xiahou Aotian hurriedly extinguished the Samadhi True Fire and moved the alchemy furnace through the formation to the spiritual urn array carved by Zhang Yuanqing more than ten meters away.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately used the power of the sun to ignite the spiritual jar, "burn" the bronze alchemy furnace, and purify the remaining spiritual will in the elixir.

The golden flame burned for a full quarter of an hour before extinguishing. Both of them rushed to the alchemy furnace. Xiahou Aotian opened the lid of the furnace. Suddenly, a fishy fragrance hit their nostrils.

There was a layer of silt-like impurities deposited in the alchemy chamber, and a dark red pill that was as big as a pigeon egg was half sunk in the silt.

Feeling the spiritual power contained in the pill, Xiahou Aotian said happily: "Success, I am indeed a genius in refining medicine."

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the pills, put them in a porcelain vase, and said:

"The medicine is ready, let's clear the dungeon quickly."

He didn't even wait for Xiahou Aotian to respond, before he turned into starlight and disappeared.

Xiahou Aotian stopped where he was and waited for three minutes before he heard the spiritual realm prompt sound coming from his ears:

【Ding! Congratulations on completing the multi-player spiritual realm mission - Yellow Turban Disaster, No. 82, Difficulty Level D, and the rewards are being settled.]

[Items/props obtained during reward settlement: Star Stone, Yin Army Talisman]

[Reward experience value: 0.05%]

[The settlement of the main mission is completed! 】

【Settlement completed! Exit the spiritual realm in ten minutes.]

Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory and checked the two items, both of which were dominator-level low-grade materials.

The rewards for low-difficulty dungeons are basically materials, and the functions of these materials are also very simple: refining props and consumables.

Making consumables is okay, the success rate is high, but if you are refining props, it will most likely be in vain.

The failure rate of refining props is extremely high.

On the other side, after Zhang Yuanqing heard the spiritual realm notification sound coming from his ears, he immediately took out the pills and waited for the mark on his forehead to light up.

Ten seconds later, his forehead felt hot, a mark appeared, and a weak and almost imperceptible divine power of the sun poured into his body.

The experience value of 0.01% is so small that it can be ignored! Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the pill in one gulp.

The pill melted in the mouth and turned into the power of the lunar and stars. Although this spiritual power was weak, Zhang Yuanqing was shocked to find that after his cells swallowed this power, the total amount of spiritual power increased and solidified.

He was very familiar with this feeling. Every time he cleared a copy and gained experience points, the upper limit would be increased and he would become more powerful.

Xiahou Aotian's plan succeeded.

They successfully exploited the bugs in the spirit realm mechanism and developed a method to bypass character cards and quickly increase speed without entering a dungeon.

"If this plan is announced, Xiahou Aotian's academic success will really shock the world." Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

When the countdown ended, he left the spiritual realm.

…

In the ruined city filled with gunpowder smoke, Zhai Cai, wearing silver armor, jumped up and shot out a brass light that no one could stop in front of him.

The deformed monsters along the way were torn to pieces in the light, their limbs and pieces of flesh falling off, and black and red blood spreading.

At this time, he felt something in his heart and raised the knight's sword in front of him, opening the protective wall.

In the next second, attacks such as petrified beams, arrows condensed with poisonous smoke, wind blades and thunder spears hit him like a rainstorm.

The thick brass walls stood still.

Suddenly, a puff of poisonous smoke seemed to have found a loophole, and it penetrated through the brass wall and floated towards Zhai Cai.

His face suddenly turned blue and black, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. The corners of Zhai Cai's mouth twitched slightly, and he suppressed the pain caused by the poisonous smoke, and said loudly:

"I declare in the name of the knight that the rules of this battle are: Don't fight too little with too much."

Immediately, he raised the knight's sword and said in a deep voice:

"Those who violate the rules shall be punished!"

The straight sword suddenly slashed down, scattering dozens of rays of brass sword light, and screams could be heard in the darkness.

At this time, all the toxins in Zhai Cai's body were decomposed and turned into purple sweat beads and excreted from the body.

Zhai Cai attacks the enemy with a sword, leaps around the ruins, parkours, and swings his sword.

If you encounter a master who is alone, you will kill him; if you encounter a master who is surrounded by you, you will flee.

Although the knights have a single attack method, their ascetic career in the extraordinary stage has given them a very hard-working body and a strong tolerance for pain.

Like a killing machine on the battlefield.

The stains on the silver armor were washed away by blood, became dirty again, and were washed away again by blood.

After an unknown amount of time, when his arm muscles spasmed and he could no longer hold the sword, the aberrant army finally retreated.

He stood on top of the ruins with his sword in his hand, breathing heavily as heat rose from the gaps in his armor.

Zhai Cai looked around and saw several knights also wearing silver armor, standing proudly on the battlefield.

There are already less than ten members of the Knights.

"Your growth is a joy to behold."

A deep voice came from afar.

Zhai Cai looked sideways and saw that the person was wearing golden armor and holding a heavy sword. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a pair of blue eyes and a thick beard.

The leader of the Knights, Paladin Simon Rodney, is one of the three demigods of the Holy See.

Zhai Cai took a deep breath and lowered his head: "You taught me well."

In a month, Zhai Cai's combat power increased dramatically. In addition to the substantial increase in physical fitness and melee combat ability, the rules, rulings, and protective walls also made a qualitative leap.

With a level 7 body, his combat power is close to level eight.

All this is because of the secret book given by Mr. President.

Of course, getting the secret book was just the beginning. The main reason was that Zhai Cai had a spirit of sharing. He taught the secret book to all the knights in the order, including the paladins.

The beautiful name is: sharing life and death, sharing resources.

Of course, the Paladin does not need such things as secret books, but he admires Zhai Cai's chivalry spirit and has given him more guidance in the past few days.

And those knights who got the secret book had more or less insights in practice. Every time Zhai Cai finished a battle, he would bring the knights together to discuss and share his experiences.

They all work for him.

With so many elite knights sharing their experiences, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally survived the last day.

"It's time for you to go!" the Paladin said solemnly:

"No matter how this battle ends, someone must leave. The legacy of knights cannot be cut off. You are the most talented of all knights."

Zhai Cai should have been happy, but he couldn't help but look back, scanning his companions who fought side by side for a whole month, and the battlefield where he had struggled on the edge of life and death many times.

In my heart, there was suddenly an unspeakable tragic emotion.

"Sacrifice is the destiny of a knight." He looked at the paladin and said the motto he had used for many years.

The paladin said in a deep voice:

"It is our destiny to sacrifice here, but not yours!

"Let's go and keep the legacy of the knights. You will find your own battlefield! Fight there and sacrifice there!"

Zhai Cai was silent for a long time, turned around silently, and left without saying a word.

His figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

He's back!