Chapter 366 A bomb was stuffed
This is a world where gods exist and where gods fall.
Zhou Chongshan and others had said earlier that the truth was the power of the old gods. After the destruction of the world, this power was scattered everywhere and became what they called the "truth."
If those messy legends and myths are true, or most of them are true.
Then all the races in this world were probably created by gods.
Based on this premise, their power is also granted by God.
Following this line of thought, and combining it with the fact that the truth is the power of the old gods, the conclusion we draw can be fully applied to the grassland elves in front of us.
A certain god created the elves, and through some means of "bestowing", bestowed his own power on the elves, allowing the elves to gradually stimulate and use part of their own power through acquired training and learning.
So far, Zhou Xu has roughly figured out the whole set of ideas, and the most important thing at the moment is undoubtedly the mantra sample called "Grassland Elf" in front of him.
Although he has not yet begun to perceive it in depth, his intuition has already told him that the complexity of this 'Grassland Elf' mantra sample is probably much more complex than the previous 'Basic Weapon Blessing'.
After adjusting his state, Zhou Xu began to let his perception go deeper.
At that moment, Zhou Xu felt like he was electrocuted, and he completely followed his instinct and retracted his perception as quickly as possible.
But he was still a step too slow, and suffered backlash, with large amounts of blood spurting out from his seven orifices.
His strong willpower enabled him to control himself in time and not scream.
At the same time, I have to be thankful that I asked the guards to guard the gate and not let anyone in before I started my research.
Otherwise, once this situation gets out, it will definitely cause internal panic.
At this moment, Zhou Xu seemed to have lost all his support and collapsed to the ground.
Combined with the fact that blood was coming out of all seven orifices of the face, I'm afraid no one would find it strange to say that this was a murder scene.
At this moment, his mind was blank, accompanied by a continuous buzzing in his ears, and the world in front of him was blurry.
“Ahem…”
Accompanied by two suppressed coughs, a large amount of blood foam overflowed from his mouth, almost staining his entire front red.
Zhou Xu didn't know how long he had been in this state. He lost consciousness for a while. When he woke up, the tinnitus had stopped, but his bloody eyes made the world in front of him still have a distinct blood color, and his whole head was still aching slightly.
"Oh my goodness, did I put a bomb in my head?"
Zhou Xu couldn't help but laugh at himself. His hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, making his ears feel painful. This was definitely not an illusion.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Xu propped himself up and walked to the water tank in the house where boiled water was stored.
With the help of the reflection in the water tank, he could basically see how he looked now and how miserable he was.
After simply cleaning the blood off his body and having someone bring him dinner at mealtime, Zhou Xu, who was completely out of form, went to bed early after dinner.
It was a new day, and before the first bronze bell in the village rang, Zhou Xu had already woken up.
Qiansui, who was sleeping next to him, was licking his fur. When he saw Zhou Xu wake up, he immediately rubbed against him.
After touching Qiansui's head, Zhou Xu leaned into Qiansui's warm fur and thought about what happened yesterday.
He suffered the backlash at the time and almost lost the ability to think. After a night's rest, he finally recovered.
As for the results, it was very clear that the true sample was beyond the level he could peek into.
Zhou Xu roughly sorted out the reasons, which were basically two ideas.
One idea is that the sample was too complex and the amount of information was too huge for him to handle, so he suffered a backlash.
Another idea is that the sample came from a being at a higher level than him, and the other party set up some kind of restriction to prevent outsiders from spying. If they forcibly spy, the restriction will be triggered and they will suffer backlash.
No matter which situation it is, there is only one solution for Zhou Xu, that is to continue to improve his strength! As long as the strength is in place, the above problems will not be a problem.
Before the new day officially began, Zhou Xu leaned on Qiansui, feeling his own condition.
His miserable appearance yesterday was indeed scary, but he actually retreated in time. If the backlash was compared to an attack, then he was at most scratched and not hit seriously.
I relaxed this night, and apart from a slight headache, it didn't have much impact on my overall condition.
During this process, there was gradually movement in the village in the early morning. Listening to these sounds, Zhou Xu knew that if he slowed down a little, he should get up.
They finished their breakfast leisurely. During the whole process, no one noticed anything abnormal about their leader, nor did they know that Zhou Xu had suffered a backlash yesterday, bleeding from all seven orifices, and had lost consciousness for a time.
After breakfast, according to the original plan, Zhou Xu intended to lead the team to Black Moon Village personally.
The team this time is quite large.
Apart from the twenty-nine prairie elves led by Silk, there is also the Centaur tribe led by Drogo.
It was Zhou Xu who took the initiative to invite Zhuogo and the others.
Of course, given Drogo's personality, if he knew about this, he would definitely come to join in the fun.
"If we leave early, we can arrive before noon."
Because they had to bring all the grassland elves' population over there, their movement efficiency was affected to a certain extent.
This was actually a good thing for Zhou Xu today. After all, his current condition was not that good, and he had no interest in riding a horse wildly in the wild.
Before noon, the group successfully arrived at the outskirts of Black Moon Village.
"I see the village, I see the village!"
This time, the Centaurs led by Drogo were so excited along the way, it was as if they were out for a picnic.
Listening to the centaurs' slightly excited shouts, the grassland elves, who had just cremated the bodies of their people yesterday and were in a depressed mood, couldn't help but perk up a little and stretched their necks to look into the distance.
The next second, the scene that came into view made the grassland elves' expressions become dull.
Those stunned faces were surprisingly unified at this moment.
Their original village was also of a population of a hundred, which was definitely considered large in this primitive era, but the size of the grassland village was easily two or three times larger than theirs.
The Black Moon Village that appeared before them at this moment was so large that in their opinion, it could only be described as "exaggerated"! (End of this chapter)
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