Yun Hui really couldn't understand why all the plots didn't develop as he imagined.
Whether it is the Senluo Elders Council or the Yanshi Tribe, the actions taken are confusing.
Especially the Flame Stone Tribe has created a forbidden spirit realm!
Can humans create that thing?
What was supposed to be a conflict soon reached a climax, and as a result, you were drained from the bottom of the pot!
This feeling is as disgusting as eating a fly.
Have you considered the feelings of bystanders?
Have you considered the readers’ feelings?
You've lost all sense of expectation!
It's poisonous!
I've been living in that broken cave for so many years, just playing house with those guys for so long, right?
Thinking of this, Yun Hui felt extremely useless.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the phantom of the tall tower in the distance, his eyes full of gloomy light.
At this time Jinhuang came to sit next to him and handed a clay pot into his hand.
"The Flame Stone Tribe has come up with something new. It's delicious. Drinking it seems to restore some soul power."
Yun Hui took the pottery pot and pulled out the cork at the spout. A pungent smell came from inside.
"What is this called?" After taking a sip of the liquid in the clay pot, Yun Hui almost choked to tears at the spicy taste.
"Wine!" Jinhuang said, "What should we do next?"
Yun Hui pointed at the shadow of the tower in the distance.
"I have found out clearly that the reason why the people of the Senluo Presbyterian Church are tolerant towards the Flame Stone Tribe is because they are afraid of the artifacts and magic weapons in the hands of that boy Achao.
They will soon send people into the Creation Tower to find more powerful artifacts. Once they get them, we will no longer be able to compete with them! "
Jin Huang looked at the direction of Yun Hui's finger, "Then we should stop them?"
"No! Let them in! Then..." Yun Hui clenched his fists, "I can break the restriction of the Creation Valley once, and I can break it a second time! When the Creation Tower disappears again, the Senluo Presbyterian Church will No one can stop us!"
Hearing this, Jinhuang pursed her lips and finally said nothing more.
She was actually worried about what might happen to the Yanshi Tribe, but Yun Hui believed that the boy named A Chao posed no threat.
It's just that... it can make the Senluo Presbyterian Council throw a tantrum, but I'm afraid that boy is not that simple!
Thinking of this, Jinhuang decided to send someone to confirm the matter in person.
…
Yanshi Mountains, Ring Mountains, Lingxiao City.
The tallest building in the center of the city is the City Lord's Mansion.
When knowledge was passed on, people had the concept of class.
Naturally, there were people who knew how to please, so the City Lord's Mansion was established.
The top floor of the city lord's mansion is an attic decorated in an antique style.
There are two wooden beds in the attic, one with Jia Chao lying on it, and the other with Patriarch Qinghong lying on it.
For the first time, Jia Chao discovered that someone loved lying down more than him.
He lay flat to the extent that he had a certain understanding of his own strength.
Now that he has become the top fighting force on this continent, he feels that he has no pursuits anymore and just wants to spend the day and night and be a playboy.
But Patriarch Qinghong lay even more flat than him and didn't want to do anything!
If she could help it, she wouldn't even say anything.
The main theme is laziness.
But at this time, her eyes looked at Jia Chao from time to time, as if she had something to say.
Jia Chao noticed Patriarch Qinghong’s expression and asked her:
"Ancestor, do you have something to tell me?"
Ancestor Qinghong blinked.
Jia Chao: "Is it related to me?"
Ancestor Qinghong blinked again.
"Ancestor, you might as well say it straight." Jia Chao sat up and said.
Only then did Patriarch Qinghong speak: "Two things, which one do you want to hear first?"
Jia Chao: "This doesn't sound like a multiple-choice question, but I want to hear the more important one."
Ancestor Qinghong: "Your little girl is in danger."
When Jia Chao heard this, he stood up. He had forgotten about Xingyue.
He immediately projected a teleportation circle on the ground and raised his feet to leave.
At this time, Patriarch Qinghong said to him again: "Your rabbit is causing danger everywhere outside!"
"???" Jia Chaoren had turned into a stream of light, but he listened to the words of Patriarch Qinghong without missing a word.
The next second, Jia Chao appeared on a mountain only more than ten miles away from the Senluo battlefield.
He flew into the air with his sword, identified the direction, and explored the surrounding situation.
What surprised him was that many people were rushing towards the Senluo battlefield.
The levels of those people are not lower than the blue level, but there is no gray level.
Jia Chao had no idea of greeting those people, and flew directly towards the Senluo battlefield with his sword.
Just as he passed by an animal whisperer flying in the sky, the man suddenly shouted at him:
"Chief Achao, is that you?"
Jia Chao turned around and saw that it was Gan Tuo.
He still remembered that when he first met this person, Ganto was still hunting down the liberal crows in the wilderness.
"Where is Special Envoy Ganto going?"
Gantuo flapped his bat wings, trying to keep up with Jia Chao's speed.
"Of course we are going to the Senluo battlefield. The spirit beast tribes over there are all crazy! Ah Chao..."
Looking at the stream of light going away, Ganto opened his mouth and stopped talking.
The legends about the Yanshi Tribe have long been spread on the mainland.
Unexpectedly, in just over a year, that boy would become someone he could not catch up with no matter how hard he tried.
As for Jia Chao, who was walking with his sword, his attention was all in the direction of the Senluo battlefield.
For some reason, his mood became very confused.
It was as if he had some kind of bad premonition.
At the same time, in the Senluo battlefield.
Icewind Valley is still covered in ice and snow, but the entire valley is not just monotonous white.
Today's Icewind Dale, the main color is red.
Red blood, red ice lake, red hills, and a red wall of fire.
This wall of fire stretched from east to west, blooming in the narrowest part of the valley, dividing the entire valley into two.
To the south of the fire wall, there were countless defeated human spirit speakers. They were more or less injured, and some fell down while walking.
Anyone who chooses to retreat on foot is the spirit whisperer who has fallen below the blue level, because once they die, they can never be resurrected.
As for those spirit whisperers above the blue level, they naturally use the "free return technique".
On the north side of the fire wall, there are spiritual beasts like a flood.
They overwhelmed the human race's defense line with their numbers, but were stopped here by a wall of fire.
This made them angry, but there was nothing they could do.
Many strong men among them were using the power of the water element to mobilize water to extinguish the fire, but in front of the wall of fire, everything they did was in vain.
That flame cannot be extinguished at all.
It was as if the ice in Icewind Dale had been ignited by the flames.
