Xue Tong was full of confidence. He walked along the road at the foot of Moruo Mountain as fast as flying, heading towards the west gate of Jiyuan City. In the inner city in the north of Jiyuan, outsiders like him were not allowed to enter without special reasons. He could not pass the north gate. door.
Approaching the west city gate, two large gray cloth tents were set up on a nearby mountain col. Several orcs lifted the curtains and walked out.
"Oh, the barbarians have built a temporary camp. A lot of people are coming?"
The orcs, both male and female, were busy carrying puppets, wheeled carts and other objects under the command of two human warriors.
"The human race is dictating but not doing anything. The status of these orcs seems not to be very good." Xue Tong passed by in a hurry, his thoughts passing by.
Now that his force had doubled, his guard and fear were greatly reduced, and he became calm and curious.
Xue Tong found a restaurant to have a drink in a busy street in Xicheng, while looking down at the flow of people on the street.
"Open a shop in Jiyuan? Go to the spiritual energy training room to practice the Three Yuan Jue?"
While Xue Tong was thinking, he suddenly saw a group of people coming towards the west gate.
There are three carriages and horses, each with four escorts jogging along. The first two luxury carriages are flying the black and white skull and crossbones flag of the Ghost Dojo, and the following is a deer and camel carriage with a rough style, directly peeling logs as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It was later made into a box, with a thick layer of green calyx twigs stacked on the ceiling.
There are flags on the four corners of the deer camel cart, and a blue vulture pattern on the background.
The elk camel is nearly two feet tall, with short orange hair, two humps on its back, half of its coral-like antlers on its head, and its short tail swaying lightly and contentedly.
"Who is the tribal flag of the barbarian Vulture Tribe?" the restaurant diners commented.
Xue Tong hurriedly paid the bill and squeezed into the crowd of spectators.
The barbarian orcs formed seven major tribes: lion, bear, wolf, Si, jackal, eagle, and rock. The owner of the deer camel cart was obviously from the eagle tribe, but his identity was unknown.
"It's the carriage from Yanzhen Daochang. The master of the ashram, Cheng Song, is an elder of the ghost ashram."
"It seems that the flag-bearing deer came to Jiyuan for the first time. What are Washibe and Oni Dojo doing?"
The onlookers' soft comments penetrated Xue Tong's ears.
When the motorcade approached, Xue Tong suddenly froze and was shocked.
The two people in the motorcade escort reminded him of memories from ten years ago.
Lu Fang and Tang Liang, former enemies at Xishan Jade Farm!
"I didn't expect these two thieves to become disciples of a ghost dojo more than ten thousand miles away!"
The motorcade stopped at the city gate. Several people got off the carriage and said goodbye to an old orc man on the camel. The old man leaned out half of his body and waved.
The old orc man's dress is very different from that of ordinary barbarians. He wears a dark green robe and a necklace of animal bones hanging on his chest. He has a vicissitudes of appearance and a rather forced smile.
After a few words, the orc driving the car whipped his whip, and the deer and camel cart drove away.
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Every household hung small flags of gods and ghosts. Xue Tong knew that they were congratulatory flags for important events. In addition, lanterns were hung on the streets, and the bright green light added a bit of weirdness and mystery.
Xue Tong made some inquiries and found out the details.
"Hundred Saints Meeting" is a grand festival in the Ghost Dojo. Every year on the second day of June, a grand parade is held after sunset to pray that the demons and monsters will not be angry in the world and to ensure peace. The parade finally converges at the worship altar to worship all parties. gods.
It is said that this year not only will there be performances by orcs, but there will also be more shows at the ghost dojo than in previous years, and the price of worshiping at the altar has more than doubled compared to last year.
Xue Tong stayed at the inn, refining the Three Elements Technique, and waited for the grand celebration ten days later.
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The second day of June.
A mighty team of chariots and horses paraded in the city, with gongs and drums roaring, flags waving, and dancers on large wooden wheels wearing strange costumes and masks, pretending to be gods and ghosts.
The streets were crowded with onlookers, and a large number of people followed the wheeled cart, among which the orc wheeled carts had the largest number of followers. Two sturdy elks and oxen beasts were pulling the wooden cart. A circle of thirty orcs were holding torches beside the cart to protect the cart. The front of the cart was decorated with a huge vulture carved from green banyan wood. Six orcs on the cart were dancing a strange dance. , with his face covered in oil paint and his head covered with peacock tail feathers, sometimes spitting fire and sometimes smoke, attracting bursts of cheers and cheers from the crowd.
More than an hour later, the motorcade came to worship the altar. Nearly ten thousand people gathered in the square of the altar. The wheeled carts passed one by one. The first car was the Jiyuan City wheeled cart. When it came to the center of the square, ten flames spurted out, and a red dragon suddenly burst into flames. It jumped up, opened its teeth and danced its claws, and patrolled back and forth several times. Finally, with a swing of its tail, it disappeared into the clouds.
In the high pavilions on both sides of the square, Xue Tong was watching the ceremony from the lower level. With his golden eyes shining, he recognized the transformation of the red dragon illusion. If the spiritual pivot in the center of the dragon's body slowly releases its magic power, the red dragon will struggle to escape when its magic power is about to run out. into the sky.
The crowd cheered thunderously, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed in prayer.
It was the ghost dojo's turn to perform. A ferocious demon like a hill hung above the square, wielding a black giant axe. A strong wind blew on his face, and countless spectators screamed and trembled.
Then the orc ox cart appeared. Six orcs muttered words and danced a strange barbarian dance. The vulture at the front of the cart suddenly turned into a puff of blue smoke. A large vulture with a wingspan of more than three feet, its eyes wide open and soaring into the sky. And rise.
The vultures hovered high in the sky and swooped down. Wherever the huge shadows of the vultures' wings passed, they brought a breath of terror and death.
"The orcs' illusions and mechanisms are all very good. It seems to be the work of the old man I saw a few days ago."
But he saw a black stone hitting the great eagle's spiritual core at an extremely fast speed, and silently turned into a ball of black powder.
At this time, Cang Jiu was not far from Xue Tong, and the hidden changes could not escape his golden eyes.
Xue Tong was shocked, "No, something is going to happen!"
The big eagle stretched out its sharp claws, grabbed several people and threw them out.
Several people's heads and shoulders were smashed, and they were already dead!
Thousands of people immediately burst into an uproar, rushing to all exits like a tide, and the voices of crying fathers and mothers were heard all over the world.
"Monster!"
Two dazzling golden lights on the left and right blasted out from the Guanli Pavilion, hitting the vulture's wings with the force of thunder. The vulture tilted, fell to the ground and exploded violently.
The explosion caused fire and flesh to fly everywhere.
"The orcs are making trouble, where can they run?"
A dozen Houtian warriors flew out of the high pavilion and surrounded the orcs.
Thirty-six orcs were stunned and stood there dumbly. Only two of them were late-stage warriors and had no chance of resisting in front of the ghost dojo Houtian. They were captured without saying a word.
"Obviously someone is causing trouble and framing the barbarians!"
With a thought in his mind, Xue Tong took advantage of the chaos and left, quickly escaping to the west city.
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In the mountain col to the west of the city, there is a fire outside the tent.
"Brother Ermu, you seem to be restless. Are you worried?" A young orc woman asked.
The orc man named Balmu had a frown on his face and replied distractedly: "Erya, what do you think we are here for this time?"
"I can't tell, aren't these all decided by men?"
"There shouldn't be any doubts about the patriarch's decision, but I feel that Lord Balitu is also reluctant and he only allowed us to come because he had no choice!"
Before he finished speaking, Balmu's face lit up with a red light, and a red fireworks bomb bloomed in the sky above Jiyuan City. Balya pointed with his hand excitedly, "Brother Ermu, the rally has reached its climax."
"What kind of fireworks are there to worship the gods?!" Balmu muttered.
"The human race has many tricks, but we barbarians are still the real ones."
While talking, six men in linen quietly appeared in the darkness and surrounded the camp with swords.
"Don't make unnecessary resistance. The orcs are killing people and causing chaos in Jiyuan City. Take them all down!" the leading man shouted.
"Nonsense, we are here to perform, how can we kill people? You must be robbers." Balmu was so surprised that his eyes were as wide as copper bells.
"Hmph, so many people have died while worshiping the altar. We will find out if there are any murders when we come back with me."
"Why should I follow you? We have to wait for our tribe to come back!"
The man in sackcloth ignored him and gently waved his hand to signal for arrest.
Barmu and Barya are cousins of the Ba tribe of the barbarian eagle tribe. This time, forty members of the clan were invited by the Ghost Dojo to go to the Hundred Saints Meeting in Jiyuan City to perform the Eagle God Totem. The Bar brothers and sisters did not enter the city with the car tonight and stayed behind at the camp. By the way, Taking care of two sick tribesmen.
Balya has not learned magic, and his little magic power can only open the storage bag and light up the light stone.
However, the movement speed of the orcs was far inferior to that of humans. Barya jumped to avoid the roaring thunder and fireballs.
The warriors in Mai Yi were at the lowest stage of martial arts, so they were more than capable of dealing with her, but all of them looked solemn and showed no intention of slacking off.
She held a black iron rod, and the black light rolled past, hitting the nearest warrior hard.
The weapons intersected and sparks shot out. The arm of the man in linen in the late martial arts stage was shaken. He could barely hold the poisonous dragon gun that had been enhanced with mana. He chanted a mantra in his mouth, and a puff of green smoke rose next to him, and a thick green python appeared. He opened his bloody mouth and bit down.
The two companions behind him rushed forward and slashed down with the Ghost Head Sword at the same time!
Balmu copied a pair of black-gold sledgehammers. Zhao Peng, the leader of the linen army, sneered and pointed with his fingers. Two ghost-armored warriors, one on the left and one on the right, also slashed down the heavy swords in their hands.
In the middle stage of the day after Zhao Peng, the ghost warriors summoned all had acquired strength. Amidst the roar, the golden light of the black gold hammer shined brightly. Balmu's arms sank, he gritted his teeth and struggled to resist the incoming sword.
The ghost warrior on the left changed his moves and swept across the middle with his heavy sword. The warrior on the right raised his sword and slashed again. Balmu roared wildly, and the black gold hammer opened its bow left and right and struck out with all its strength.
"Boom!"
Balmu stumbled to the ground, and the black gold hammer fell from his hand. The huge force made him dizzy. The ghost warrior slashed with his heavy sword and was about to chop off his head before he saw it!
Zhao Peng shouted urgently, urgently took back the ghost warrior, and slapped Balmu on the back.
"How can you be my opponent with your brute strength alone?"
He threw out a black rope and tied Balmu firmly.
On the other side, Balya's body spun around, and the iron rod swung up layers of black light to protect the top of his head. The two ghost-headed knives and the green python hit the surface of the light mask violently almost at the same time.
The light mask exploded with a bang, and Barya vomited blood, knelt on one knee, and could no longer lift one hand.
"Tie up those who are left alive!" Zhao Peng shouted to stop the disciple who wanted to hurt others.
