The frost-filled land stretches for hundreds of miles, and a huge iceberg with a faint bright red color and a height of nearly three to four hundred meters stands on this dead and cold land.
A bird in the sky flew high with all its strength, constantly struggling in the unbridled wind, but it was unwilling to fall to the seemingly calm and pure earth. Until it was exhausted and could no longer hold on in the strong wind, it slowly landed in a gliding posture.
Seeing the green forest land ahead appear on the horizon, the continuous frost zone is finally coming to an end. The gliding bird's round eyes reveal a look of anthropomorphic joy, but he doesn't want to be there anymore. At that time, it was only a kilometer away from the ground. As a cold wind blew through the eyes of this magical bird and monster, the life in its eyes suddenly stopped, and a pair of crystal eyes became cloudy. It dived straight towards the mountain not far away. go.
Ding! ! !
I don't know if it was a low-level or mid-to-high-level monster. The body of the monster was still solid. When it hit the tall iceberg, it did not break into pieces. Instead, the sharp beak pierced straight into the thick ice.
Ka~~~Kaka~~~~
The thick and cold iceberg followed the bird's stabbing, and an ice line slowly appeared from the point of stabbing. With the cracking sound of cracking, it gradually floated into the distance, as if this seemingly majestic iceberg was just Strong on the outside but dry on the inside, it looks like it will break into pieces if it is lightly touched by the remnant body of this flying bird.
Ding dong! !
The frozen bird carcass suddenly fell on the ice. Before it could slide down the steep mountain, the continuous ice line suddenly split, and a huge chasm twisted along the direction of the ice line. At the top of the mountain, the frozen corpses of flying birds were also swallowed by the chasm.
The ground shook, and icebergs hundreds of meters high shivered on the ground. Countless ice shards, ice cubes and ice edges flew away. A black figure and a touch of golden light flashed away. Shortly after flying out of it, this iceberg The iceberg collapsed and shattered in the continuous turbulence and tremors.
There was thick frost remaining on the smooth head and the body covered in broken black scales. The anger in the body released a ball of orange-red flames that burned on the surface of the body, and then the frost gradually fell to the ground.
Holding a crystal skeleton with five intact fingers in his hand, the black shadow in the sky looking at the distance slowly landed on the frost-covered ground. The biting cold hit him head-on, but he could not break through the black shadow's body. A ball of orange-red flame maintains the heat.
When the frost fell off the figure's face and head, and the white mist floating around the body dissipated, the mature and steady face of the Bugbear Saint Allen was revealed again in this world.
Looking up at the sky, Feynman's will, which cannot be seen but is real, is exerting a ruthless and desireless aura on Allen, making him walk at this moment as if he is carrying a hundred thousand pounds mountain. This is for him. Punishment for violating local natural laws.
In the far south invisible to the eyes, the familiar aura of the human saint Sidney has drifted hundreds of miles away. Now that the time limit of the dimensional anchor effect has expired, there is no difference between Allen chasing or not.
Although the other party's last resort was to seal him, and it took him several minutes to break free from it, but that was also because he resolutely poured all the power in his body into a high-tech item he took out from his dimensional bag, regardless of his own safety. A magical weapon of the same level, seize the opportunity before the ice freeze to throw it at the equally depleted human Saint Archmage.
As long as he still has divine power in his body, he can break through the ice faster, or if he doesn't get within ten meters in front of the opponent, he can also easily dodge the opponent's shot which has no accuracy at all and is slow in speed. magic.
However, when Allen saw the opponent's figure for the last time before freezing, he clearly saw that the weapon he threw directly pierced the opponent's chest and penetrated directly.
Regardless of whether it is an illusion or not, at least the result of his challenge this time is enough to be regarded as a great victory. The unverifiable fact makes Allen unable to feel happy, but the remaining crystallized bones of the opponent are real. Land loot.
After reaching the strength of saints, they are not actually the same kind as other members of the same race who look the same. The internal organs of the body have evolved and changed. Every piece of flesh and blood is considered to be the top material for making potions and dishes. .
Of course, no saint would be stupid enough to cut off his own flesh and blood and use it as medicine. Not to mention that doing so requires more energy to make up for it, and the blood aura flowing out is likely to become a wedge for others to deal with him. , leading to death.
If the fleshless crystal bones left by Sidney fall into the hands of high-level demons, devils, or magicians who specialize in curses, then Sidney will suffer a lot.
With his right hand, he casually weighed the white bones, which still exuded a deep chill. Several powerful auras appeared from the north, and they were soon approaching where he was. At this time, Allen raised his head and turned around to look back. He happened to see a Cole, who looked concerned, passed over Jeffrey, Randolph and others who were coming together, and rushed straight to Allen.
"teacher……"
This was probably the weakest look that Cole had ever seen his teacher in. The mighty power of the mountain-like warrior was gone, and the entire goblin looked just like an ordinary goblin warrior, even weaker.
Cautiously walking in front of Allen, Cole wanted to help Allen but was afraid that his teacher would think him redundant. While hesitating, Allen had raised his head and drank a bottle of precious anger potion, stimulating that his body could no longer Squeezing out as much anger as possible, he opened his mouth and said to Cole: "Teacher, I am going to go to the sacred mountain Woma Ridge in the Centaur Grassland right now. Just stay here at the front line. When will you break through to the demigods? When will you go back to the tribe? see me."
"If you really can't break through to demigods when your lifespan is about to end, then the farewell to our master and disciple today will be considered a farewell!!"
"Don't let me down too much, understand?"
Allen's words were serious and thoughtful. Although he noticed some changes in Cole's momentum and spirit, he could not peek into the secrets inside Cole. Naturally, he did not know that this girl had reached the key bottom where the dust of faith condensed. If she went further, she would It is time to build a vortex of anger and condense the strong anger into a more pure liquid form.
"Um!!"
Cole followed Allen's eyes and was keenly aware that the eyes of the temple strongmen who followed him were a little more gloomy. Upon seeing this, Cole stood up and stood in front of Allen, nodded solemnly and responded.
"Chief Allen is indeed very powerful. It looks like he has won a great victory!!"
When everyone came, they saw the ice and snow world stretching for hundreds of miles, and everyone sighed sincerely. But now everyone's eyes have been focused on the crystal bones shaking up and down in Allen's hand, but their hearts are full of passion, awe and admiration. The look on his face was revealed involuntarily.
Centaur Commander Randolph made a sound of approval. In fact, she had long been impressed by the majestic appearance of the opponent fighting with the human saints on the front line. Although Allen's performance in the early days was not satisfactory, he was always beaten by the human mage. Suppression, in the later stage, is nothing more than the incarnation of a tireless ferocious beast, using the crudest and simplest means to consume the magic and mental power of human mages, and then gradually gain the upper hand.
But the more everyone feels the power of the human mage, the more they have to admire the strength of the bugbear Allen who can fight the human mage vigorously. Sometimes a person's strength may not necessarily show a scornful attitude towards all living beings. Comparing other people's methods can also prove the strength of the other party.
“Lucky luck!!”
The potion of anger began to awaken the tired body in the body. The potion he had drank earlier and the scroll he had cast had accumulated a little strength for Allen. A trickle of blood and anger gradually appeared in the now exhausted blood vessels, slowly following his heart. Jumping and flowing.
"It's a pity that the human saint mage escaped!!"
Allen expressed regret, but out of the corner of his eyes he kept glancing at the human team in the distance. The few humans following there were eager to make a move, and seemed to be taking advantage of Allen's state.
In fact, not to mention humans, even the saint warlock Jeffery who followed from the Temple of Nature had this idea. Fortunately, Randolph, a very important figure in the Centaur family, was also accompanying him at this time. Jeffery Ruicai didn't dare to act rashly, but Allen could still feel a hint of malice, not only from Jeffrey but also from the seemingly calm space around him. Obviously, it was not just the few people in front of him who were chasing after him this time.
"Clan Chief Allen, please stop attacking us. If it were me facing the human saint mage, I would have been defeated by now."
Although the relationship between them is cold, Jeffery has to admit that Allen has shown great strength and must be respected accordingly.
"I'm not having a good time either, so I'm afraid I have to say goodbye to you all now!!"
Allen shook his head, his body slumped and looked weak, but the sharp and high fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish, making it difficult to figure out whether he was really weak.
"Are you leaving so soon? Why not go back to Seris Fortress to rest?"
Commander Randolph kindly suggested.
"No, I was just passing by here this time. Since your frontline generals don't welcome me, I'd better go back to Mansha City to discuss matters on this frontline with other representatives of the alliance."
Allen smiled slightly and declined the other party's kindness. At this time, he was at his weakest. It was not safe to stay in the frontline fortress. After all, the temple's power on the frontline was extremely powerful. There was no guarantee that they would not have any evil intentions. .
Although Allen also knew in his heart that no matter how stupid and stupid the temple was, it would be impossible for them to make a killing move against Allen, one of the five pillars of the alliance, on the battlefield initiated by them. However, Allen, who has always been cautious, He would not give his opponent such a good opportunity. He had a tribe with a population of millions on his shoulders, so he absolutely could not slack off.
"Your Excellency Allen seems to be still angry with Nick Knight! Then Sir, please tell me, how can I calm you down?"
Jeffrey heard the meaning of Allen's words and quickly spoke again, lowering his posture.
The other party did such a dangerous and life-threatening thing this time, and it was definitely not just to show off his bloody bravery. Although he still didn't know the other party's ultimate purpose, at least after seeing the other party's strength and means, Jeffrey himself felt that this was the case. A strong man who is decisive in killing, dares to risk his life and knows how to be patient, and has the utmost respect.
Even he was a little surprised. Why hadn't their church and camp shown much sincerity in winning over this saint over the years?
Compared with the other four mainstays in the Mansha Alliance, the bugbear in front of him is much stronger in terms of personal strength and means. If their natural camp attracted him in the early years, then the current North Territory I'm afraid there's no place for the oak camp's churches to get involved.
Coupled with the alliance reached with the drow, the north has actually been able to complete the layout a long time ago, allowing them to withdraw from the south faster and launch a counterattack against the great enemy of humans.
So what if this bugbear now embarks on that forbidden path? ? Does he really have a chance to ascend that divine throne? ?
Or maybe this bugbear has outstanding talent and is favored by the goddess of luck, so he succeeds by chance. Isn't that a bad thing for the Temple of Nature?
Since the death of the Father Oak, the strength of the Temple of Nature has been severely damaged. Otherwise, humans and elves would not have launched two consecutive civilized wars, breaking the balance of power in Feynman's world. Since the natural camp dares to form an alliance with evil gods like Spider Queen Rose in order to make up for the inferiority in quality and quantity of gods, then why are they unwilling to accept a native origin who is more in line with the concept of natural divine electricity? Where are the gods?
Is it because you are worried that this new local god may compete with the long-standing believers? ?
But the problem is that for so many years, the church of the natural camp has not seen the increase of many true believers after the father of the oak tree fell into sleep, but only a lot of tribal forces that followed the trend and attached themselves to it. Although the joining of such tribal forces has brought a large number of believers to the church numerically, such believers often only succumb to the demands of tribal leaders. Most of them are just false believers and shallow believers who cannot bring faith to the Lord. The power is also very small, not much different from the past.
In Jeffrey's view, if the Serenity Forest Church really wants to vigorously develop and expand the number and quality of its believers and serve the Lord God in heaven, its first priority should be to improve the team of preaching priests and allow these group of believers to become believers. The natives wholeheartedly accept the idea and existence of the Lord of the Forest.
It's a pity that most of the senior leaders of the Church of Serenity are unwilling to support their own ideas. In order to please the main god they serve, they are more willing to produce tangible results as soon as possible. Although they do not resist methods that take a long time to be effective, there are few people who resist them. Support, after all, temple priests often need the grace of gods to obtain more powerful power.
