"Shh... this is no longer your territory. Mountain Lord, don't get angry rashly..."
Just as the huge crocodile dragon pushed down the city gate and stared into the city, its anger gradually rising, a weak voice came from above.
Between the two raised scale spines on the crocodile dragon's forehead, there was a vague figure breathing weakly, as if sitting cross-legged on a seat made of the flesh and blood of the giant beast.
But if you look closely, you can find that the flesh and blood seat is essentially the twisted and blurred lower body of a person. Under the seat, there are crimson twisted flesh roots spreading, roots that are alienated from blood vessels and nerves. He must use the vague figure as the source, pierce into the head of the crocodile dragon, and exchange the deep purple fluorescent liquid back and forth.
The indigenous great shaman, Animu Deep Marsh, breathed softly. His lower body had turned into a distorted flesh and blood base, and he was embedded in the many hard thorn crowns on the top of the mountain tide spirit's head.
Half of his body was leaning on a thick stone thorn. There were no eyeballs in his eyes, only deeply sunken holes.
But in contrast, following the words of the great shaman, the Crocodile Dragon's eyeballs rotated flexibly. Following his thoughts, the Crocodile Dragon, which was accumulating anger and preparing to roar, announcing that he had returned to his homeland, no longer moved. , actually suppressed his desire to destroy.
It just roared, the invisible psychic field shook in all directions, and the surrounding city wall structure slowly collapsed amidst the shaking of the earth and stone, like a sand and gravel castle melting in the ocean tide.
At the same time, the soil in the surrounding ground also began to surge against gravity - gravel and mud condensed into a solid dirt road under the will of the giant beast, and the muddy water mixed with a large amount of impurities washed away all the impurities on it. things.
"let's go."
The great shaman gave the order gently, and the giant beast stepped onto the dirt road he had created, followed closely by several young shamans and warriors who poured into the city with a small number of natives.
Animu is very old. Decades ago, when the first generation of imperial settlers, escorted by the Knights of Old Viscount Grant, arrived at Nanling Bay and began to build Harrison Port, he was already One of the most prestigious shamans among the tribes in the Redwood Forest.
When other prestigious shamans were killed one after another in the war with the imperial people, and died under the crystal sword and air blade of old Viscount Grant, he, who had always been lucky to survive, gradually became the only great shaman.
Then, one person shouldered the heavy responsibility and continued to fight, kill, and sacrifice against the imperial people...
and final peace talks.
To be honest, Animu didn't have any additional hatred for the Imperials.
To him, the empire is just an extremely large tribe on the continent of Terra, with its own chiefs, warriors, shamans and hunters.
The other party's behavior of invading itself is no different from the behavior of the natives conquering each other and plundering sacrifices.
He was also rather envious that the people of the empire could have their own sublimation power without having to sacrifice to many mountain masters and sea spirits.
At least, they won't be hungry and won't have to eat people.
"Isn't this nice?"
If possible, he would also like to be an imperial citizen, just like the mountain people further north who received the invitation after their defeat and happily joined the empire. They began to go against the teachings of their ancestors and learn to farm, herd and settle down.
The originally brave hunter even became the mainstay of the Southern Legion.
"Unfortunately...we are not them."
——The Sequoia people have their own mission and secrets.
Animu raised his head, his empty eyes looking towards the raging storm land in the south - at the same time, the crocodile dragon under the great shaman also turned its head, its six red eyes like gems staring into the distance.
——There is the sacred place of their Sequoia people and the heritage passed down by their ancestors.
For that inheritance and sacred object, the ancestors of the Sequoia People split into tribes, killing and sacrificing each other, and lost countless inheritances and secrets. This also led to the Sequoia People, who clearly had the superior power at the time, to face the imperial immigrants. Under the attack of a knight group, they were defeated steadily and lost the entire misty bay and river swamp area, allowing them to build today's Harrison Port.
This is not a bad thing.
Because... if human beings want to unite, they must have an external enemy.
So far, the four major indigenous tribes have united, and many other small tribes have also united. Under the threat of the Empire, the Sequoia people are as united as they were a thousand years ago.
"If it hadn't been for the big storm eight years ago, one of the secret keys to the inheritance was lost...the keys might have been collected long ago."
Withdrawing his gaze, the sighing Great Shaman returned his gaze to Port Harrison, and then fixed it firmly in the direction of the Viscount's Mansion: "But these are all trivial matters."
"It's right there."
The huge crocodile dragon roared. It sensed the two contradictory emotions of 'excitement' and 'calmness' coming from the human above it. It felt very uncomfortable and wanted to cause wanton destruction and vent its anger.
But the giant beast was completely unable to escape the control of the human mind above it. It could only obey the other person's instructions and move forward.
The crimson blood roots spreading out from under the great shaman are very similar to the crimson blood ink he offered at the purity sacrifice two months ago, and these roots mixed with blood vessels and nerves penetrate deep into the crocodile dragon's body. Deep in the brain, it can even take over all the other party's thoughts and actions when necessary.
These roots are the pure essence of life. They are the distillation and fusion of the lives of dozens, hundreds, or even more people. It is its power that allows the extremely old Great Shaman to take root in the world. above the mountain tide spirit's head, and control the opponent's every move.
——The mountain owner wants a sacrifice of life...then give it life.
But, the price is.
"Your life is my life."
Muttering in a low voice, the great shaman clearly sensed that there was a mysterious echo in the viscount's mansion that was guiding him.
That is the fluctuation of one of the four sacred objects of the Sequoia people, the 'Key of the Sea'!
"The Holy Land is boiling, setting off huge waves and storms, and the keys are also boiling - despicable Imperial people, you cannot hide the relics of your ancestors that you have taken from our Sequoia Holy Land!"
After confirming the location of the target, the old man sneered.
This is why he did not hesitate to consume the essence of the spirit of the sea of trees for more than ten years, eat the double leaves of foresight, and predict the date of the storm in the South China Sea and the actions of Viscount Grant - only when the holy land is abnormal, the key will also mutate. And all this can only be sensed by the Sequoia people who also have the secret key to the source of blood deep in their blood. It is impossible for those Imperial people who do not have the same blood to know.
"Run it over."
The great shaman gave the order.
So the mountain owner moved forward.
The terrible vibration occurred from the foot of Crocodile Dragon.
Ordinary swamp crocodile dragons are typical middle and low-level monsters with most first energy level and a few second energy levels. They are generally 1.5 meters tall and not more than eight meters long. But a first energy level crocodile dragon can Against an official knight.
As for the second-level Swamp Crocodile, even the smallest individual is more than fifteen meters long, which is taller than ordinary people. Normal individuals among them can grow to five or six meters tall, twenty or so, over a long period of time. It is many meters long, and it must be led by an elite professional to have the possibility of defeating it.
However, the Swamp Crocodile Dragon, which can be worshiped as a totem spirit and mountain lord, has survived for more than 150 years, has a basic psychic field, and is close to the third energy level... cannot be judged by its race.
This beast is more than ten meters tall. When it raises its head, it is taller than a city wall or even a five-story tower. It is over 70 meters long. It is infinitely close to the advanced Warcraft. It just lacks the wisdom and skills of the high-level Warcraft that approximates or even surpasses humans.
But now, it is not Crocodile Dragon who controls this powerful body.
But Animu, the Great Shaman of Sequoia.
The moment the crocodile dragon stepped forward, the violent vibrations caused the surrounding houses to shake violently, glass shattered, doors and windows twisted, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.
The strong wind swept the debris of the building into the air, and the flying rocks and wood fragments were accelerated to a dangerous level, and the windows and door panels of the surrounding rows of houses were smashed. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians on the road now, otherwise it would almost be said It was a massacre.
Even the solid bluestone road could not bear the weight of the giant beast and began to dent. However, following the will of the great shaman, the surrounding land gathered together like living creatures to take over their master's body.
But this process also caused the streets of Harrison Port to be completely destroyed. Wherever the crocodile dragon passed, a jagged muddy dirt road appeared.
Like a scar.
At this moment, all the remaining defense towers in Harrison Port had noticed this majestic behemoth. After a brief shock, they all launched an attack together.
boom! A dazzling light bloomed, pulling out a two-meter-long electrified tongue of fire, and a sound barrier cloud appeared. The atmosphere filled with heavy rain and strong winds was instantly penetrated, and a cylindrical hole appeared.
The continuous bursts of alchemical artillery were like continuous thunder vibrating on the ground. The cannonballs with front and rear pillars rushed at a speed that even the sound could not catch up with, and bombarded directly towards the body of the crocodile dragon.
However, Crocodile Dragon just closed its eyelids.
The ability had already been activated when it was moving forward - the earthy yellow mud was like a living creature with life, climbing up from the earth against the current, crawling on the surface of the giant beast and slowly squirming.
It can be vaguely seen that in the center of the crocodile dragon's scales and at the top of the thorns, there are tiny earth-yellow crystals shining with light, and these densely packed lights are connected to each other, forming a vaguely complex network of light patterns.
It's a magnetic field, not just a magnetic field... The invisible field spreads, and the viscous mud with a thickness of meters serves as the first layer of non-Newtonian liquid armor, coming into contact with those alchemical cannonballs that are enough to shatter the city wall.
——The explosion followed immediately.
Boom boom boom! The powerful shock waves were like translucent rings. While driving away all the surrounding rain, they also brought up a large amount of smoke, dust and steam, causing the rows of houses closest to the battlefield to collapse.
But as the smoke and dust dissipated, all the tower gunners were shocked to find that the layers of mud shields covering the Crocodile Dragon's body had been blown away, and the semi-metallic scales under the shields also oozed blood...
They did injure the enemy, but to the second-level monsters, such damage was just equivalent to having their fingertips pricked by thorns.
It hurts, but it doesn't affect the fight... Instead, it can accumulate anger and increase strength.
And their position was exposed by the attack.
