Anthony put on a cloak and wrapped himself tightly.
Under his crotch is a cursing undead horse: "I let you ride up because of Polk's death. When the beating is over, get away as far as you can."
"Yes, yes, thank you. After the fight, get out. After the fight, get out. Please give me some strength later. The opponent has the body of a god. I can't handle it alone." Anthony said with a sneer.
Lightning carried Ange on his back and kept glancing over curiously.
"What are you looking at? You stupid horse with horns will eat your soul if you look at it again." The undead horse glared at Lightning and cursed fiercely.
Lightning grinned, showing white teeth and a disdainful smile. He ignored the undead horse, but glanced at Anthony and asked: "Your wife?"
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"Ah!?" Undead Ma and Anthony were both confused by the question. Anthony quickly waved his hand: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."
The undead horse cursed angrily: "Stupid horse, undead have no gender, idiot."
Lightning still ignored it and asked Anthony again: "Your daughter?"
Anthony smiled bitterly and said: "No, no, even though I raised him, he has never listened to me."
"That's fine." Lightning used his special skill of 'taunting with his face', glanced sideways at the undead horse, and said slowly and clearly: "Silly——(silencing)——"
"Say it again, you stupid horse, say it again." The undead horse was furious and roared with its soul.
"Silly - (silencing) -" Lightning repeated. It doesn't matter what it says. Even if it calls you 'Mom' now, you will still be furious because its expression is so infuriating.
The undead horse leaned away and was about to hit him in anger, but the next moment, the blade of a sickle hung down between them, and Ange tilted his head to look at it.
The undead horse trembled, suddenly remembering what Anthony had told it, snorting heavily from its nostrils, and forced back its anger.
Anthony wiped away the cold sweat, patted the undead horse's neck to comfort him, and then quietly made a 'please' gesture to Lightning, who then snorted arrogantly and let it go.
At this level, how dare you fight with Lord Lightning? Don't quarrel with lightning if you have a bad temper. If you scold it, it will turn a deaf ear to you. If it scolds you, it will go against your heart and lungs.
The two horses galloped and soon came to a valley.
Seeing the valley covered with ice and snow, Negris said in confusion: "Can a god's body be grown in a place like this? It's great to be able to grow grass."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Are those druids so powerful? Can they even grow gods?" Anthony's tone was full of disbelief.
Druids are the kind who farm and work with soil, crops and forests all day long. They are covered in dirt on sunny days and mud on rainy days. Almost every Druid looks like an old farmer, and elves are no exception.
According to legend, powerful druids were very powerful, able to control the entire forest, transform into gods, and use the power of gods to defeat gods, but those were all legends.
The last time Anthony heard news about Druid was the Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition.
This kind of profession with no sense of existence actually gave birth to the body of a god?
There is a difference between the body of a god and a god. The difference lies in the godhead. If there is no godhead, then it is just a powerful body.
But once it has a godhead, especially today when the gods of light have fallen, it will suddenly become the main god, or even the only main god, and then it will be in trouble.
But no matter how powerful the body of God is, it was planted by druids, and these druids are the real perverts.
Anthony patted the undead horse's neck and said: "Old man, let's explore the way."
The undead horse glanced at him and said angrily: "Call my name, dark horse!"
The undead horse roared, raised its front hooves and stamped down. The place where the front hooves landed instantly dispersed the death energy, and three or four ghosts climbed up and floated towards the valley quickly.
Dark horse? ! Lightning burst out laughing on the spot, the undead horse was indeed dark enough.
Following these ghosts, everyone entered the valley with vigilance.
The journey was peaceful, and soon we came to a snow pit. At the bottom of the snow pit, a huge withered flower bud stood there. Frost had formed on the surface, but the body of the god was nowhere to be found.
"Did you find him?" Anthony asked.
Ange shook his head, Undead Horse shook his head, and Lightning also shook his head.
"Sir, please protect me." As he spoke, Anthony took out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was engraved with various holy patterns, a bit like the Holy Shroud, but the patterns were completely different.
The cloth was spread on the snow, the crystal ball was placed on the cloth, and Anthony began to chant obscure incantations.
Ange also cooperated and took out people, first Nigris, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and then the Purple Skeleton Titans. Everyone quickly dispersed and was on guard.
No matter how obscure the spell is, as long as it's not new, it won't be a problem for Negris. After listening to it for a while, he was surprised: "This is a shaman's spiritual prayer technique. Is it useful? Do you want to save Polk?"
After Anthony finished reciting the long spell, he already picked up a small ball of black energy in his hand. He patted the black energy into the crystal ball and then responded: "Yes, but I don't know how much can be saved."
Nigris didn't think so: "Even if you save some soul fragments, what's the use? They're all broken. If you save them, it won't be Polk anymore."
"Oh, yes, but what can be done? I can save a little bit. As long as he can retain some memories of his past, he will still be Polk. At worst, I will 'tell' him more then." Anthony Said helplessly.
"Seppada..." Nigris was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help but cursed. He wanted to understand what Anthony's 'tell' meant, and he was preparing to shape Polk's memory.
If you lose your memory, when you first wake up, someone will jump out and tell you: I am your father. Most likely you will believe it.
Anthony is now ready to gather the fragments of Polk's soul and use these fragments as a basis to reshape a soul. As for whether this soul is the former Polk?
It has part of Polk's memory and has been filled in by someone else, so it is Polk.
Ange suddenly asked: "Soul fragment, right?"
Anthony was stunned by the sudden question and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, Polk's soul fragment."
Ange suddenly raised his hand slowly and drew a circle, and said: "A lot."
As he paddled, a kind of 'wind' was generated in the entire valley, and it was directed towards the center point of the circle he had made.
This 'wind' is not a physical phenomenon, but a soul-level phenomenon. Only undead creatures can feel the movement of this breath.
When Ange reached a semicircle, the center point had already ignited a flame. After completing the circle, the flame had solidified and was stronger than three or five soul fires, and was then poured into the crystal ball. .
Anthony was already at a loss: "So many? By the way, the soul fire was ignited... Sir, have you collected all the soul fragments? Polk himself cannot explode so many fragments."
Ange nodded: "Many."
"Why are there so many soul fragments? Have many people died here? Now we are in trouble, the Stitch Monster." Anthony said distressedly.
There are too many soul fragments, more than what Polk can explode. There must be a large number of soul fragments that do not belong to Polk. If they are all integrated into a soul fire, wouldn't it become a suture monster?
But this is not Ange's fault. As long as there are other fragments here, the spiritual prayer technique will also be gathered together. Ange just expanded the scope of the gathering.
In this way, the collection can be more complete, and the big and small ones can be removed slowly. He is professional in this regard.
Holding the crystal ball in his arms, Anthony kept stroking it, placing his forehead against it and murmuring: "Polk, Polk, your name is Polk, loyal and brave Polk... Hey, this isn't it, This is not the case either, just take it out and take it out.”
Not long after, Anthony suddenly raised his head: "Sir, we may have found a treasure. These soul fragments belong to those Deyiyi who were imprisoned here. When I pick out the soul fragments of Polk, the remaining For you."
The soul light in Ange's eyes was so bright that Nigris couldn't hold it back anymore: "Really? Come on, come on, is there anything about cultivating a god?"
"It can't be so fast. It will take me a long time to pick out the fragments of Polk. This technique is very complicated and needs to be done slowly. But I just swallowed a few fragments, and the information remaining inside told me here. Approximate situation."
"After I burned the church's information, batches of priests died of old age. One or two hundred years later, the church gradually forgot about this place. Without funding, the guards who could escape escaped, and those who couldn't escaped settled in place, just like before. The druids who guarded it became friends and the place became a village.”
Several elven druids have never given up their plan to plant gods. Perhaps they feel that they are planting the world tree. Under the power of the druids, the valley has become a place full of green trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and full of food. A happy paradise, where people live peacefully.
They have thrived like this for many generations. As the elven druids died of old age one by one, the human villagers who had lost their shelter began to struggle to survive. It was not easy to survive in the ice and snow. The population in the valley decreased year by year. Finally, It turned into what you see now.
The old man who sold the seeds for silver coins may be the last survivor of this valley. They took the seeds cultivated by the druids, but failed to grow the legendary 'vegetative'. In the end, they were trapped and hungry and had to sell Exchange money.
"That's probably it. Part of it is fragmented memory, and part of it is my speculation. Find the god's body first, then go back and study it slowly." After saying that, he wrapped the crystal ball with a cloth and stuffed it into the ring.
Anthony reached out his hand, pointed at the withered bud, and said loudly: "God said, my eyes see the passing time - the eye of time!"
After shouting the last word, white light appeared in Anthony's eyes.
After looking at it for a long time, the white light faded away, and Anthony looked embarrassed: "No, God's eye of time cannot see God's body. Dark horse, can you smell it?"
Dark Horse shook his head.
The little angel suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed: "Ouch!"
Nigris asked: "Can you sense it?"
The little angel nodded and ran towards the cliff.
There are almost vertical cliffs on both sides of the valley, at least sixty or seventy meters high. Climbing up is a mountain peak. Along the ridge of the peak, everyone chases all the way. After chasing for a while, they suddenly find something in front of them.
A level six earth ice bear fell dead in the snow, with half of its body missing. Some bite marks could be seen on the edge of the defect, but the fatal wound was on its head.
"Less than half a day after his death, his skull was violently smashed, and there was residual holy power in the wound. It should be the body of the god. Half of the ice bear was eaten by him." Anthony checked it and said .
"Does the body of God need to eat?" Negris asked, this was not within the scope of its common sense.
Anthony asked curiously: "After you become a god, do you need to eat?"
"Well, of course, I need to eat a lot." Nigris said.
"Then he may also want to eat, but it's not necessary. Otherwise, he wouldn't leave half of the ice bear behind, but eat it all."
After analyzing it, everyone continued to chase for hundreds of kilometers, gradually leaving the mountainous area. The temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, and a dense forest appeared on the distant horizon.
Seeing the forest over there, Anthony couldn't help but said: "Did he really run this way? Are we going the wrong way?"
The little angel turned around and glared: "Ouch!"
The little zombie also stared: "Ouch!"
"No, no, I don't doubt you, I just want to confirm." Anthony waved his hand quickly.
Lightning couldn't help but come closer and asked in a low voice: "Do you understand Aaoao language?"
"Ah? Do you need to understand any language? Aren't their meanings written on their faces?" Anthony said in confusion. After speaking, he turned to Nigris: "Sir Nagris, chasing him like this is not an option. We need to confirm him first. Did he run in this direction?"
Nigris was also troubled: "How to confirm?"
Ange suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the forest, which was also the direction the little angel had been leading, and said: "Over there, there is the smell of holy light."
The little angel was still worried that it was leading the wrong way. Ange also said so, so everyone had to pay attention and immediately decided to chase it into the forest.
Looking at the dense forest, Zi Kui grimaced: "Sir, why don't you take us back first? We hate the forest."
It is really not good for too many people to enter the forest together. They can easily get separated and it will be difficult to find them back. Moreover, the size of the Purple Skeleton Titans is too inconvenient in the forest.
Ange took the Purple Skeleton Titans into the Palace of Rest. Lightning opened the way, and the little zombies, little angels, brass dragons, Anthony and the black horse lined up in a row, with Ange falling at the back.
In the forest in the cold zone, the trees are tall, strong and lush. It feels like we have entered the Lilliputian Kingdom. Every time we cross a fallen tree, it is like climbing over a mountain.
Before walking far, Anthony, the only human, was out of breath. He blessed himself with two magical spells, stopped temporarily, and asked by the way: "It seems that this place has entered the range of elves, right? That guy ran into the forest What are you doing here?"
No one could answer this question, so no one paid attention to him. Only Ange came over and looked at his feet curiously.
Anthony was puzzled and asked in confusion: "Sir, what are you looking at?"
Before Ange could speak, a strange voice sounded at his feet: "You are probably looking at me, you stepped on my hand."
Anthony was startled and jumped away. Among the fallen leaves on the ground, an elf covered in magic patterns appeared from the air.
One by one, the magic pattern elves emerged from the gaps in the trees, dead leaves, tree crowns, and stones, bent their bows and arrows, and aimed at everyone present.
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