Chapter 148 Freeloader
It didn’t take long for Asur to be awakened by the noise. At Lin Qi’s suggestion, no accidents happened.
The elves were all a little surprised, and one of the sword masters looked particularly surprised.
Tigris came to the same conclusion as Lynch, that the uninvited guest outside the house was not a physical entity.
However, the Archmage believed that some powerful artifact had awakened the rift, activating the dormant power.
No one knew what would happen after the phantom was triggered. In order to prevent killing his vulnerable teammates, Lynch did not act rashly.
If he were accompanied by a cold-blooded person, Lynch would rush out without hesitation and cut the enemy into pieces.
Because death has no weight to cold-blooded people, the existence heavier than death takes away the fear of death.
For the "big plan", all cold-blooded species are willing to die happily.
But the hot-blooded people are different. They have families, relatives and friends. The passing of every life represents heavy suffering.
If Teclis died here, his brother would return to the jungle in a mad rush, searching for his brother's bones.
His mentor, Belanna the Wise, who had high hopes for him, imprisoned himself atop the White Tower.
Teclis's father, far away in his hometown, would die of grief. He was already an old elf and could no longer bear the grief.
Lynch was happy to face death, but he didn't want to force weak beings to keep up with his pace. They shouldn't have been tasked with such a mission.
This is a protection that the cold-blooded species have not achieved and has nothing to do with the younger races.
In the most ideal situation, they should reproduce in their respective designated areas, happily develop civilization, and stay away from the harm of chaos.
This is what the ancient saints expect of them. Fighting is the mission of the lizardmen.
As the night deepened, humans and dwarves began to wake up.
Glenn, who had just suddenly woken up from a deep sleep, sat on the hammock and was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.
The dwarf nearly broke the hammock by shouting "beer" and "battle-axe".
When the dwarf noticed the spirit lingering outside the house, he subconsciously called upon the dwarf's "God of the Dead", Gazul.
At this time, the visitors outside the house no longer looked human. They had lost their skin and their heads had turned into ambiguous tentacles.
The witch hunter had just used the light of the fire to see the visitor under the cover of night when he was awakened from the remnants of his dream.
"Sigma's ass!"
With trembling hands, Glenn dug out the holy emblem of Sigmar and used the remaining warmth of the first Human Emperor to drive away his fear.
Teclis began to prepare a large spell. He wanted to avoid the conflict with the people outside the house and teleport directly to a distant place.
The wind of shadow began to gather, and Lynch discovered that a Hoeth Sword Master was inexplicably agitated.
The lizard man touched the sword master with his scepter, but the other party showed no abnormality, just blisters from the burn.
Lynch sniffed the scent in the air, but didn't find the one he was looking for.
Seeing the Sword Master's indifferent expression, Lynch decisively activated the arc of light and cut open the Sword Master's body under the horrified gaze of the group of hot-blooded people.
How could a normal creature remain unmoved by the burn? It was overacting, and Lynch could even smell its calmness, but at this moment it should be puzzled by the inexplicable behavior of the cold-blooded species, and offended anger, or alertness.
The elf's blood splattered on the ground, burning into mist in the high temperature.
"Hotal!"
The other sword master shouted in astonishment, causing Lynch and Teclis to turn their attention to him.
"What's his name?"
An old and shrill voice sounded, answering the doubt.
"Hotal."
Lynch swung his scepter violently to block the sharp claws that were stabbing at the archmage.
The flames at the four corners of the room were stretched by some force, and the fire kneaded the shadows on the ground, vaguely forming a huge crow shape.
A huge sharp claw quickly sank into the shadows.
On the ground, the dead sword master had a strange smile on his broken face, which looked like a bird but not a bird.
The old, shrill voices rang out in unison from underground, in the walls, in the windows, and in the eyes of living beings.
“Hotar, or, the Son of Fate, the Invisible One, the Guardian of Despair, the Devil Who Plays with Shadows.
I have many names, but I like you to call me Mirror God the most!"
The glass window suddenly shattered, and countless figures appeared in the broken mirror.
The sharp and piercing laughter shook the small house, intensifying the restlessness of the strange shadows outside.
"Reptile, do you like the gifts I've been preparing for you? I have to admit that you've surprised me many times.
But even if it's you, don't think you can easily walk out of your destined death without paying a price!"
The wooden house shattered in an instant, and the shadow outside the house was no longer blocked and rushed over with a scream.
The next moment, deep darkness enveloped the adventurers. In the darkness, the scene in Lynch's eyes changed rapidly, and soon he arrived at an unfamiliar forest.
Teclis sheathed his staff and ceased to maintain the Bridge of Shadows.
This is a special space spell. After identifying the surrounding plants, Lynch recognized the area they were currently in.
They passed through the Creeping Jungle and arrived at the southernmost tip of the Isthmus of Lustria.
Strangely, Lynch heard screams coming from underground.
"I will only give you one truckload! One truckload of Warpstone! Grey Prophet Bo'oril will make up the balance!"
Underground, in the dark tunnel, "The Ultimate Doomsday" Chuan Kui Luo kept screaming to show his bottom line.
He only brought a rat troll attendant named Bonecrusher with him, for he did not trust the other ratmen.
If those warlocks who are behind the times get to know this information, they will definitely take the opportunity to gain benefits. This is something that Chuan Kui Luo does not want to see, and they should be allowed to obtain all the benefits.
Opposite the Grey Prophet, the listless Plague Monk hoarsely conveyed the will of the "Plague Lord" Sikuk.
"A truckload of dimensional stones, let that shameless betrayer send 10,000 slaves! Slaves! Lord Skuker has a new experiment, he wants to kill half of the lizards in the rain forest."
"Deal! But I will pay the price after I obtain the scepter."
The Plague Monk was about to get angry, but his anger was frightened away by the black amulet on the Grey Prophet's chest, which was proudly lifted up.
The next moment, fresh air fell into the tunnel, and the top of the tunnel was lifted up by unknown magical power, allowing the moonlight to pour down.
The representatives of Tsanquilo and Clan Plague looked up woodenly, like mice exposed to the sun.
In an instant, the Gray Prophet decisively ate a dimensional stone and immediately tore open the space to teleport.
Only a group of fanatics of the Plague Clan remained in the tunnel, facing a strange mixed group of Lizardmen, Elves, Dwarves, and Humans.
A chorus of squeaking chants rang out. No ratmen retreated. The Plague Clan had long been accustomed to encounters with the cold-blooded species.
Every day, countless battles take place underground in Lustria.
There are countless cold-blooded patrols that have encountered Plague Monks unexpectedly. Except for the Chief Plague Lord, the other deputies are always replaced frequently.
No one is better suited to this brutal tug-of-war than the Plague Monk.
All the plague monks took out their machetes and climbed up while hurting themselves.
But their old rivals had no intention of engaging them in close combat.
The wizard summoned the skyfire, which flowed along the tunnel and burned the uncleanness in the tunnel into ashes.
(End of this chapter)
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