Chapter 395: Somla's Despair
The cold wind was howling, and outside the magic circle, snow was falling heavily. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers were flying in the strong wind, and the sky and the earth were in a vast expanse.
With spring approaching, such snow and wind is really abnormal.
Somla walked in the front. The team of the defeated cultists was very long, like a winding poisonous snake.
Somla was in a heavy mood. The most unlikely thing had happened, and he still couldn't believe this fact.
Solo rushed over from the back of the team, quickened his pace and walked closer to the witch doctor, and reported his judgment to him: "Witch doctor, this direction is not the direction we came from."
As a high-level animal trainer, he has his own secret method of determining direction, and this method will not be affected by bad weather.
The worst thing to do during a march is to get lost. Getting lost during an attack will delay the opportunity to fight, and getting lost during a retreat will likely lead you around in circles and into the enemy's pursuing troops.
"I can tell the direction," Somla lowered his head and stared into the distance. His vision was all white and the boundary between heaven and earth became blurred.
He looked back at the road he had walked and said:
“We cannot predict whether the enemy will obstruct our retreat, but we must be fully prepared.
I am deliberately taking a detour to avoid any possible enemies."
The person Somla trusts most is himself, so he also masters the secret method of identifying directions.
He looked at the long line of troops and said loudly, "This sudden heavy snowfall is more advantageous to us. If the weather is too bad, the enemy will most likely give up the pursuit."
At this moment, his hair and beard were all white, and his eyebrows were raised together like tangled mountains.
The howling wind blew away his words and buried the traces of the troops' march.
As soon as people walked past, within two minutes, all traces disappeared completely, as if nothing had ever happened and the truth of the past was covered under the ice and snow.
The witch doctor paused, raised his voice and leaned closer to ask, "Have you figured out the casualties of the troops?"
If your voice is not loud enough, it will be drowned out by the wind and you will be unable to communicate at all.
“The number of people who caught up with the troops was only half of what it was when we came. The only good news is that there were no casualties among the fifth-level extraordinary people.
Charles and Marshall are now staying at the rear of the team. Even if the enemy finds our tracks and chases us, they can hold out for a while.
At our current speed, I judge that we will reach the place where we abandoned our baggage by early tomorrow morning."
Solo rubbed his hands subconsciously. As a silver-level transcendent, he was not afraid of such wind and snow at all. What he was worried about were the other members participating in the battle.
If marching in low temperature conditions for a long time, a third-level extraordinary person may not be able to hold on.
The wind will take away people's warmth, and coupled with the bone-chilling cold, the situation will be very difficult for them.
While the two were exchanging information, Somla suddenly turned around and looked into the distance.
The boundary between heaven and earth had become blurred, and he saw golden light penetrating the thick snow curtain, just like the sun pushing away the haze in the sky and peeking at the world.
His face suddenly turned ashen, his features twisted and hideous. There was no doubt that the enemy had caught up with them, and the person who had caught up with them was someone they absolutely could not resist.
Somla had no time to think about why the enemy was able to find them. There was only one thought in his mind: escape, the farther the better.
"Let's separate and leave it to ourselves."
Somla tightly grasped the bone scepter in his hand and quickly fled in one direction.
The option of gathering troops to fight the enemy together did not even occur to his mind. The sixth-level soul reapers of the gods' followers were no match for the enemy, and it was even more impossible for them to stop the enemy's attack with just these people.
The other side also had a pair of wings, and they didn't even have the hope of using their numerical advantage to surround and kill the enemy.
He didn't know whether he could survive, he only knew that if he ran faster than others, he would have a better chance of survival.
He has been in the Kurud tribe for nearly a hundred years, and the most profound truth he has learned is:
'It is not humble to run away, it is possible to live.'
When he was an apprentice of the tribe's witch doctor, there were many of his peers who were more dazzling than him, but he was the only one who had the last laugh.
The reason is that he is timid when he should be timid, and tries his best to output when he should strike hard.
Solo was caught off guard by the team commander's lack of resistance. He thought the other side would at least send down troops to struggle.
The Soul Reaper was at the sixth level, standing at the pinnacle of the silver rank. Although he was killed, Solo didn't believe that the enemy was not injured.
They were right to be worried about the problem of the magic circle and evacuate quickly in the enemy's city. If they didn't fight now, when would they? !
The collision of the power of laws is not a tricky one and is likely to be a lose-lose situation. The enemy should be chasing them despite their injuries in order to cause more casualties and weaken the Kurud tribe.
If all the warriors who took part in the raid today were buried here, the tribe would definitely be weakened.
Without top combat power, the inheritance of the great witch doctor will also be in trouble. In that case, the tribe will not be able to leave the Andes mountains for a long time, unless the successor great witch doctor communicates with the gods again.
If Somla knew what he was thinking, she would definitely sneer.
Gathering everyone to fight against the sixth-order transcendent is too risky and is doomed to fail.
Failure means death. Even if they can fight against the enemy, the enemy will just fly away. They can then slowly fight them, but in the end they still cannot avoid the fate of defeat.
The cost is too high and the possibility of success is too small. No normal person would make this choice.
After leaving Rhine City, Crown continued to release time rewinding and soon accurately grasped the enemy's movements.
Under the plug-in of the time hourglass, Somla's little thoughts are like lice on a bald man's head, and nothing can escape their detection.
The enemy could not escape from his grasp. Clown gave priority to killing the cultists who were separated from the main force. With the help of flying skills and time rewinding, he did not waste much time in doing so.
The enemy wanted to launch a sneak attack and then get away safely, but it was impossible.
The cultists have lived in the grey fog for a long time, and their bodies have undergone irreversible mutations. They have become "authentic" dark creatures, which is very suitable for the appetite of the Ashbringer.
It took Crown just over two hours to clear out the stragglers.
It was as if he had activated a full-map cheat, accurately finding every cultist, and then he quickly locked onto the direction of the enemy's main force and calmly chased after them.
Fortunately, the enemy's morale did not collapse completely, otherwise so many people scattered in the world of ice and snow would bring serious inconvenience to his pursuit mission.
When Crown descended from the sky carrying the Ashbringer at the end of the cultists' group, a feast of killing began.
The third-level enemies could not pose any threat to him. He chopped them with his sword as if he was chopping melons and vegetables. Slightly green and red flowers bloomed on the snow-white ground.
He has a habit of eliminating the weaker enemies first when encountering them.
In order to upgrade the Ashbringer, Crown chose hand-to-hand combat during the chase tonight, with the goal of upgrading the weapon as much as possible.
The hot and intense solar law spread outward with Crown as the center. Within his control, the storm stopped, and the snowflakes that flew into the area turned into fine rain and fell.
He raised his weapon, his figure was like a ghost, and the enemy could not perceive his movements even with their eyes wide open. He easily dodged the enemy's futile swings of the weapon, and then raised his sword and chopped off a head that was facing upwards.
The slightly green blood spilled on the ground and was watered by the rain, leaving a painting of death on the snow-white ground.
The dragon soul howled, as if cheering for Clown.
Marshall finally saw up close the enemy he had vowed to kill, but he did not feel excited at all.
At this moment, it was not the time for them to meet, and he was not prepared at all.
He originally thought that he had advanced to the fifth level and had the opportunity to fight the opponent, but now it seems that his efforts are far from enough.
The gods' followers were no match for the enemy, and he was just an ordinary fifth-level transcendent, unable to turn the tide.
The enemy's power of law completely suppressed his mind, and the powerful pressure made him forget to breathe.
Despite the freezing weather, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
We cannot go on like this. If a soldier loses his courage, he will be close to death.
Marshall suddenly bit his tongue, and his thoughts that had been suppressed by Long Wei were instantly liberated and he became much more sober.
He shouted, "Fight!"
Then, he rushed forward without hesitation.
If death is inevitable, dying on the battlefield is the best destination for a soldier.
He had no way to retreat, and turning around and running away would only make him lose the last bit of dignity as a Silver Warrior.
The bloodline phantom activated by Marshall was a snow lion. At this moment, the snow lion was roaring and charging with its master.
The snow lion felt the suppression of the dragon soul and had to roar to give itself courage.
Klauen stared at the enemy rushing towards him, with iron-blooded and cold eyes flashing.
If he had not arrived in Rhine City in time tonight, the entire city would probably have turned into a slaughterhouse.
Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Clown believes that 'a dead enemy is a good enemy'.
He adjusted the acceleration function of the time hourglass to 25% acceleration, and combined with his physical fitness at the peak of level six, when he was in his perfect state, the enemy couldn't even see his movements clearly.
He stepped forward like a nimble snow fox, and the soft snow under his feet did not bother him at all.
Klauen's rapidly running body gave people a sense of courage and bravery. He held the Ashbringer's right hand high, and chopped it down suddenly when he was about to touch the opponent.
There was nothing fancy about this attack; it was a close combination of strength and speed.
When the sword was about to strike him, Marshall finally caught the enemy's breath. He raised his weapon desperately to block the enemy's attack.
The difference in strength between the two was too great, and everything Marshall did was doomed to be in vain.
He felt like he was hit head-on by a full-grown northern giant bear. His body retreated involuntarily, and the enemy did not give him any chance to breathe. The Ashbringer followed him like a shadow.
He could feel the blazing edge of the enemy's weapon, always hovering above his forehead.
He saw the weapon he raised was cut into two pieces, and then a trace of coldness enveloped him.
The fear in his heart was infinitely magnified, his hair stood on end, and finally, his consciousness fell into cold darkness.
Marshall felt himself drowning in the water, his body sinking involuntarily.
His consciousness became blurred, and the past flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Klauen gripped his weapon tightly, and the Ashbringer chopped down from the enemy's head and flew out from the enemy's crotch, being perfectly split in half.
Like a slaughtered pig, two pieces of meat fell heavily.
The fifth-level extraordinary person could have stood at the top of the world, but died without dignity in his hands. Clown sighed a little.
However, this was only a momentary emotion and the killing continued.
Soon, Charles, who escaped during the battle between Crown and Marshall, was found, and finally left this world with resentment.
Crown continued to move forward. Wherever he went, no grass grew. No one could stop him.
The light reflected by the Ashbringer became brighter and brighter, and the fire dragon spirit sealed in the weapon underwent new changes. The color of the dragon soul scales changed from red to orange.
The rose-gold wings behind Crown fluttered gently, like an elegant bird flying freely.
The pervasive snow and wind did not cause him much trouble. He looked at the enemy struggling forward not far ahead, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
This was the last enemy, and it took Crowne some trouble to find him.
The opponent used many methods to get rid of his pursuit, but he resolved them one by one.
With the help of the hourglass, all the enemy's calculations and schemes will be in vain.
Somla found that the enemy was following him closely, and his heart was filled with bitterness.
He has tried all the methods he could, but still couldn't escape the fate of being caught. Tonight is his disaster.
Somla understood that there was no chance of escape now and he could only fight for his life.
He knew that even if he tried his best he could not be a match for the other party, so he needed a little help.
After taking a long breath, Somla finally made up his mind, raised his head and swallowed the dark green potion in his hand.
This potion was made using the secret method taught to him by Kusuen, and was refined using a large amount of soul essence from living creatures.
After taking it, he will mutate into a completely new species. There will no longer be a person named Somla in the world, and his soul will only become an insignificant will of the new individual.
However, he is willing to try anything as long as it can cause harm to the other party.
He hated the enemy in front of him very much. If there was no such enemy, the Kurud tribe might have conquered the pagan cities and become the masters of this land again, and he would not have to go to this step.
When Somla took the potion, a mutation occurred. His originally thin body immediately swelled up like a blown-up balloon, and his skin became transparent, like a ghost.
(End of this chapter)