In the peaceful and peaceful valley of Mansha Wilderness, birds and animals are busy looking for their prey. A 5-6 meter long forest python was swallowing snake messages and wrapped around an ancient tree. Its cold vertical pupils were staring at a forest cow on the ground that was grazing.
The forest cow has no sense of being prey, but out of animal instinct, it will always greedily take a mouthful of delicious and juicy grass while chewing its head in its mouth. At the same time, it will raise its head and look around, with a pair of slender ears alert. Listening to all kinds of sounds.
The forest python moved slowly and slowly, its bulky body crawling on the branches of the ancient tree covered with dead skin, but it did not make any huge noise. When it sneaked to a distance that it thought was suitable, the huge head of the forest python slowly raised, the snake's signal rustled, and it was always ready to attack.
However, when the forest python moved, it did not notice that a small crack suddenly appeared in the space above its head, just like a crack appeared in a mirror, and it rapidly expanded outward.
The crack extended to the forest python's neck and spread along the neck towards the lower jaw, but the forest python knew nothing about it, let alone noticed it.
Boom! !
A python head spitting out a snake letter fell from the sky to the ground, followed by a smelly blood stain, and the still stubbornly twisting and struggling snake body drooped on the ancient branch, breaking countless leaves. , falling to the ground.
The herbivorous forest cow was startled and did not see clearly what was falling. It fled into the jungle and soon disappeared into the low and dense bushes.
Snap! !
A figure rushed out of the deep and unstable space crack in a panic. Before he could land on an ancient branch more than one meter high, the space crack behind him was quickly wiped away by the laws of plane space just as it suddenly appeared. There are no traces of existence, only faint magic fluctuations spreading around.
"call!!!"
The owner of the figure slowly raised his head. Allen's thin and resolute bugbear face was now full of indescribable comfort and joy. It was the joy of escaping.
Before the ruins space collapsed, Allen took action decisively, breaking the space barrier and actively threw himself into the unstable space crack. Then he luckily passed through the crack passage and came to the valley where he was now.
Although he doesn't know exactly where this valley is located at the moment, or whether it belongs to the Feynman plane, compared to the ruins space he was in before, this place can at least allow Allen to survive.
Kicking away the still writhing corpse of the forest python, Allen jumped up at the same time, and his figure quickly appeared in the sky with white clouds.
A stretch of green mountains appeared in the field of vision. Allen's sharp eyes still found many familiar animals and plants in the jungle covered with plants. Although I am not sure where I am now, there are so many planes familiar with the existence of animals and plants. The space exit I want to open by myself is still in Feynman's world.
Indeed, Allen was very lucky. Although he did not have the magic positioning ability of a spellcaster, the space of the ruins he explored was just an alien space attached to the dark angle of Feynman's plane. It was thousands of years apart from Feynman's time. They are inextricably linked, so when Allen breaks the space barrier and crosses the passage, the plane he is most likely to reach is naturally the Feynman plane.
The body of the black dragon scale armor is covered with gray-white shallow marks, which are the marks left by fine spatial cracks when passing through unstable passages. If it were not for the powerful protective power of the black dragon scale armor, Allen's body would have been scarred at this time. Even so, the exposed parts of Allen's body were still stained with blood.
However, Allen had no intention of cleaning up his injuries. He just immersed himself in speeding through the mountains, constantly overlooking the environment below, trying to find familiar geographical coordinates. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the peaks are verdant, but none of them can be identified by Allen. However, this is very similar to the rumors of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in Allen's memory. I think he should still be exploring the Hundred Thousand Mountains. within the area.
Thinking of this, Allen temporarily calmed down, looked up and looked around, recognized the direction of the south, turned around and headed south.
Half a month later, a series of towering mountains that separated the east and west ends of the wilderness like a screen appeared in front of Allen. Looking at the familiar undulating curves on the horizon, Allen felt a bit of warmth and joy in his heart. After climbing over the main peak of the mountain range in front of him, it wouldn't be long before he could see his hard work and foundation again.
Nasir Fortress is run by the Jackals and Trolls, and its prosperity has not had much ups and downs. However, Allen knows that the biggest contributors here are not the two tribes, but more business talents from the Green Field Tribe.
If there were no Chamber of Commerce led by the Green Field Tribe to manage the Nasir Fortress, I am afraid that most of the business in this city would be taken away by the Namur Fortress of the Green Field Tribe.
But it is precisely because of Allen's generosity and his willingness to share part of the profits with these two tribes that the relationship between the three tribes has been relatively harmonious and peaceful over the years. Otherwise, with the unruly and wild character of the wilderness natives, the three tribes would It is absolutely impossible for them to communicate with each other like they do now. The lower-level tribesmen move around and communicate with each other very frequently.
Now the two fortresses at both ends of the Cator Canyon look a bit like Mansha City. Not only do the members of the three major tribes coexist peacefully, but also the countless small and medium-sized tribes in the surrounding area, as well as the adventurers wandering around. They can freely enter and leave the fortress to seek opportunities for survival and development.
With the support of the three major tribes behind it, the United Chamber of Commerce has developed in an orderly manner. From the beginning of monopolizing salt, iron, and grain, it has now begun to prepare its own long-distance trading caravans and auction houses. The profits of the three tribes have increased year by year. At the same time, a lot of vacancies have been placed for the middle-level leaders of each clan, making the foundation of the three clans more solid.
In fact, the life of the people at the bottom is not bad. Because of the grain monopoly, the price of coarse grains has been stably controlled at a level that most people can afford, which prevents them from rebelling because of hunger. Of course, if they want a better life and a higher quality of life, they have to be more diligent, work hard, or work hard to improve themselves.
After a brief inspection of the situation in the Nasir Fortress, no one noticed that Allen, the leader of the bugbears, had ever been here. Allen quickly went straight to his tribe from the canyon's skyline passage.
After all calculations, this adventurous exploration did not actually take long. It was less than three months. Apart from some regrets about watching the endless wealth disappear in front of him, Allen was actually very satisfied. The gains this time.
"Clan leader, you are back!!"
In the castle garden dedicated to Allen, several dwarf servants who were responsible for cleaning and managing the castle saw Allen's figure descending from the sky, and each of them, somewhat guilty, quickly lowered their heads to say hello to Allen.
The main owner, Allen, was often absent from the castle, and the mistress of the castle was no longer alive, so the group of servants who were dedicated to taking care of Allen became somewhat lazy and seemed to be absent-minded in doing things. At this time, Allen caught everyone slacking off. With his prestige and power among the tribe, several dwarf goblin servants naturally seemed uneasy.
"Um."
After returning to his own territory, Allen's tense heartstrings relaxed. He also saw the behavior and psychology of these little guys below, but he was too lazy to beat them for this. After a few perfunctory words, he went straight to his study.
"Go and tell Facardo to free up the arena in the inner city. I want to use it for a while."
Suddenly, Allen stopped, turned around and gave instructions to the group of servants.
"yes!!"
Although Allen clearly instructed a certain servant to do things, the trained servants themselves knew their division of labor. After whispering their responses, Allen disappeared into the castle hall, and several goblins began to act on their own.
Allen needed to calm down and sort out his thoughts carefully. He always felt that there were many things wrong with this expedition, but he still had no clues along the way. With Allen's cautious character, he really couldn't figure out why he went on the adventure alone, and how he knew the information about the ruins, etc. These answers that should have existed in his memory, until now, Allen still can't figure out. Couldn't find any footage of it.
Of course, in addition to this, Allen also has something more important that needs to be explored and mastered, that is, the alien energy parasitized in his heart, and the changes brought about by the transformation of his body, vaguely allowing him to explore the path of a demigod. , this is something Allen should seize the time and opportunity to figure out.
The Green Field Tribe has always paid the highest attention to Allen's requests. The city lord Facardo quickly asked people to clear out the arena in the inner city, so that Allen could feel at ease and let go of his hands and feet to slowly appreciate his own strength. The change.
During the more than half a month on the road, although Allen did not deliberately condense the anger in his body, the whirlpool of unknown energy in the core of his heart was never idle for a moment. The energy in the body was condensed and purified, so that most of Allen's huge anger was directly consumed.
The anger in Allen's body now is only one or two levels lower than in its heyday, just in terms of quantity.
But this does not mean that Allen's strength has declined. On the contrary, Allen's only serious chop now is enough to match the destructive power and explosive power of his previous furious skills when he activated his strongest posture.
The only thing holding Allen back was his own physical fitness, which was not strong enough to withstand the backlash of an explosion of liquid anger.
The so-called gaseous and liquid forms of anger are just a feeling of Allen's self, just like he can feel the huge difference between the air and the river water. The feeling of these two forms of anger running in the blood is just like Allen's. The feeling is similar in air and deep water.
In the clean and empty arena, Allen calmed down and began to meditate deeply, using his mental power to sense the changes in his body: his heart was still beating strongly, exuding vitality, and the orchid that concerned Allen the most was The strange energy of color, like a lone lamp in the dark night, was clearly audible in front of Allen's mental power.
The muscles, blood vessels, and fibers that make up the heart are wrapped in Allen's mental power, feeling the difference between them and before. As a strong man who has sufficient understanding and control of his body, Allen can clearly feel that the toughness of his heart has made a qualitative leap.
Every cell in the heart is infiltrated by liquid anger energy, slowly but surely changing towards a stronger posture. Especially the main blood vessel, which is the channel for anger energy, actually radiates colored glaze in Allen's perception. The light was so bright, as if there were signs of crystallization.
Allen, who sensed this scene, was filled with surprises. This was a problem he had always wanted to solve, but now he found a solution because of the parasitism of that ball of alien energy.
Allen has never stopped polishing and strengthening his body. Legendary feats such as a body of steel and a perfect physique have given Allen the confidence to withstand the attacks of mid-level and lower warriors with his body. This shows the strength of Allen's physical fitness. .
But even with such a strong body, when Eren inspires rage and performs the strongest postures such as spreading out, the body is still unable to withstand long-term and high-intensity battles. The biggest shortcoming is that Eren's internal organs and blood vessels cannot withstand it. The destructive power caused by the attack's counter-shock.
Allen can use various means to stimulate and strengthen the outer body, but for the delicate and fragile internal organs and blood vessel walls, Allen has nothing to do except use his anger to nourish and nurture them day after day. There's a solution.
It was not that Allen had not thought of ways to search for various expertise and secret techniques that could strengthen the internal organs and blood vessels, but even if he inquired through various channels, there was not much information on this aspect. In the end, I also heard from the Oak Church and the Assassin's Guild that there were only three or four specialties and secret skill names, but there were never any crystals or books circulated, and even the temple and the Guild couldn't find them.
After all, internal organs are the most delicate organs in the body. They are both fragile and extremely important. Any flaw in any strengthening method may bring life-threatening consequences. Therefore, secret skills and expertise about it are very rare.
If the perceived internal changes are true, it means that it may not be long before he can unleash his strongest strength and have a more powerful and lasting combat effectiveness.
"hey-hey!!"
Allen, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly spit out two syllables from the corner of his mouth, then opened his eagle eyes and stood up.
"Let me try to see if my perception is correct!!"
While muttering to himself, Allen put his hand on the hilt of the Bonecutter's sword in front of him. With just a little bit of anger, a faint orange flame began to rise from the Bonecutter's sword.
Clang! !
"ha!!"
Allen's eyes were looking straight ahead seriously, and the Kaitian move was already based on the existing force-generating technique, and landed on a solid target pillar a few meters ahead, which was made of abyss cold iron mixed with some gold essence.
boom! ! !
In the inner city of Namur Fortress, most of the residents suddenly felt a tremor on the ground. Some people were running around looking at each other in panic, some looked solemn and quickly gathered towards a certain place, well-trained, and some...
Allen naturally didn't know that his attempt would eventually cause such a commotion. He was just a little surprised when he saw the target post in front of him, which was thicker than his waist, broken into two parts, and one part fell to the ground. The section that connected the ground even blew up a large piece of stone in the arena, leaving the arena in a mess.
