Chapter 142 Crazy

Sandbar in the center of the river.

Underground, behind the bronze door, there is a circular tomb.

The hollow eye sockets of the bones glowed slightly red.

As time passed, the red light gradually grew stronger, and then turned into two flames with a sneer.

A creaking sound came from the dead bones.

The pale bones changed little by little, slowly turning into a crystal clear jade color.

The left hand that was resting on the coffin was raised and rested on the right hand that was holding a big sword tightly, making the shape of a sword with both hands.

After maintaining this posture for a while, Dry Bones took action again.

Just like adding lubricant to a rusty machine, the movement changed from slow and sluggish at the beginning to smooth and smooth.

Dry Bones pressed down hard with both hands and stood up with the sword in hand.

Carrying the sword behind his back, Dry Bones glanced around the tomb.

His eyes finally rested on the coffin.

The two flames burning and dancing in the eye sockets only swayed slightly from side to side, but they actually revealed deep remembrance, pity and sadness.

"my daughter."

The skeletal mandible opened and closed a few times, and his voice was hoarse and low, "One thousand, six hundred and twenty-seven years."

I don’t know how the skeleton can make sounds without vocal cord resonance.

The small circular tomb echoed with the muttering of dry bones.

“I killed all the gods who had no regard for mortal life.

But, so what?

I still can't save you.

You are still lying here, silent.

The gods fell and the world changed dramatically.

The world begins to decline.

Humanity is headed for destruction.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

I just want to accompany you to sleep here.

my daughter.

More than a thousand years have passed.

This world is going to be annihilated.

I don't care about the world.

Whether it is life or death, it has nothing to do with me.

I just can't let you lose your resting place.

my daughter.

wait for me.

I'm going to go out and solve some minor problems.

Will be back soon.

do not be afraid.

I will definitely come back to you.

Continue to sleep with you. "

As soon as the voice fell, the thick pile of reports on the ground flew up automatically.

The report hung in front of the dead bones, burning page after page.

Just because the Godslayer doesn't understand the writing in the wizarding world doesn't mean that he can't read its contents.

Especially since all of Link's experiments happened right under his nose.

Comparing the two, the God Killer can naturally fully understand Link's destructive rescue intention.

and sublimate it.

Who now understands this world better than the Godslayer?

there is none left.

The bronze door opens automatically in the absence of wind.

The God Killer took steps, walked out of the tomb, and walked into the secret passage.

The bronze door slowly closed, and the Godslayer turned back and glanced at the coffin through the gap in the door.

With a bang, the sword ignited with black flames.

The fire grew from small to large, then gradually turned into a wing shape, wrapping around the dead bones.

Pure black flame wings and pure white jade bones form a sharp contrast.

Like darkness and light.

Like destruction and redemption.

The God Killer cast his gaze in the direction of Link Grande, opened and closed his mandible slightly, and spoke softly.

For this outsider who was able to restrain his desires and never set foot in the tomb except for sending a report.

Godslayer looks good.

Because Link didn't disturb his daughter's sleep.

Look back.

The wings of pure black flames spread out, and the pure white jade bones glowed.

The god-killer disappeared from the secret passage in an instant, and it is unknown where he went.

Only the white walls on both sides are left.

The mural quietly disappeared.

…

Intermountain basin.

"welcome."

Munro Briceño was alone and met Link and his party at the entrance.

He was still wearing jungle camouflage and had several streaks of oil paint on his face, but his expression was not as high-spirited as last time.

A trace of fatigue showed uncontrollably from his brows and eyes.

Although Munro has been working hard to manage his expressions.

Seeing Link, Munro stretched out his right hand from afar.

It was as if the mountain basin was his home field and he was the master here.

Even he had just entered the basin and hadn't even set up camp yet.

"Thanks."

Link didn't care about Munro's words.

These are minor details and can be ignored.

After shaking his hand briefly, Link looked past Munro very naturally.

He casually glanced at the North District apprentices of the same camp who were still on alert.

With just a quick glance, and comparing the memories in his mind, Link suddenly discovered that two of the people he saw in the jungle last time were not here.

I don’t know if they got separated or were eliminated.

If they are eliminated, then the battle that Munro's team will encounter will be very intense.

After suppressing his distracting thoughts, Link didn't go around in circles and asked straight to the point: "Looking at your condition, the situation doesn't seem to be very good. Did something happen to you?"

When Munro heard this, he immediately showed a wry smile: "I was careless, got ambushed, and suffered heavy losses."

He didn't hide anything, it was a positive admission, but he didn't tell everything about what happened.

What happened to them was not just as simple as being ambushed.

What happened during this period, such as using the enemy, counterattack, decoy, ambush, counter-ambush, counter-counter-ambush, pursuit, counterattack, and pursuit again, how could it be explained clearly by a simple "ambushed"?

Munro just didn't want to talk about the sadness anymore.

In the final analysis, they were reduced to such a situation, being chased so hard that they lost their armor and looked around in panic.

The biggest reason was that he was too smooth in grabbing "monsters" in the early stage, which made him feel arrogant.

When I see a plump bait, I can't help but want to eat it.

Several friends advised him not to go up to the top, saying that there might be an ambush.

But he refused to listen.

Go your own way.

As a result, a wave of people were killed.

It was only with the help of two young friends who urged him to be cautious that they fought to the death and retreated with the large troops.

Not all folded in there.

Afterwards, Munro's team encountered Iris' team, which was ambushed but escaped unscathed at some cost.

The two teams formed a team and got entangled with the pursuers who also merged.

It was late last night that we were able to get rid of the pursuers temporarily.

But Munro didn't need to elaborate. Link could roughly guess what happened.

"There should be pursuers behind you."

After thinking for a while, Link asked tentatively: "Is there a high probability that the other party will find us?"

An idea came to Link's mind, thinking that this was an opportunity and planning to take action.

I just haven't had any contact with the other party, so I don't know what the configuration of the other party's reconnaissance witchcraft is.

Then we can only ask Munro, the person involved.

Everyone is not a fool.

Listen and listen.

Munro immediately understood what Link meant and said excitedly: "Not big, almost zero probability."

"Well……"

Link pondered for a while and said: "We will discuss with our respective teammates to see if we can create an ambush and surprise them."

"Can."

Munro made a fist with his right hand and knocked it hard on the palm of his left hand. With an excited expression, he turned around to find his little friend.

Link led the two teams that filed into the mountain basin. They did not continue to stand in a conspicuous place and moved to the foot of the mountain with a certain degree of concealment.

After settling down for a while, Link said:

“I personally think that if the situation continues to develop, sooner or later there will be a conflict with the opposition camp.

It is better to fight late than to fight early, and in an encounter or to be ambushed, it is better to ambush the opponent proactively.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, it is rare to gain an advantage, let go and have a good fight with the opposing camp, accumulate experience, and try your hand.

So as not to panic later. "

This is of course only a superficial reason.

What's the real reason?

It was because of the murmur I heard before entering the basin.

On the way into the basin, Link confirmed it repeatedly in the Hall of Thought.

That murmur did not belong to any language he knew, and was completely unfamiliar.

He could understand the meaning simply because "whispering" had the extraordinary effect of "language proficiency".

Link instantly guessed that it was the God Killer in the tomb who had awakened.

The confidence to cause trouble suddenly increased.

As usual, Buck was the first to stand up and support his boss: "I agree!"

Then came the other four brothers.

Even the three fearful people in society mustered up the courage to express their opinions loudly:

"The boss is right, we firmly support the boss."

Jasmine said nothing, but quietly stood closer to Link, almost shoulder to shoulder.

Lanie was a little envious of the atmosphere in Link's team.

Unite and live in harmony.

She also knows the trio who are afraid of society.

The three people who were usually silent had only been together for a long time with this guy Link Grande, and they had changed so much that they actually dared to speak loudly in front of many people.

And not blushing or shy.

It’s so off the mark!

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the team members behind her who were never moving in one direction, feeling a little tired for no reason.

Even his voice sounded weak: "I have no objection."

Lanie Taylor agreed, and the 10 people who followed her, no matter whether they had different ideas in their hearts, couldn't disagree.

Especially the five new blood from other apprentice organizations.

Becoming increasingly taciturn.

Just agree.

Link could tell that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he couldn't point it out, so he just kept a cautious eye on it.

At this time, Munro discussed it with his friends and waved to Link from a distance.

Link motioned for everyone to take advantage of this free time to rest for a while, and then walked over.

"How to say?"

Munro asked with concern.

"No problem, you can do it."

Link replied in the affirmative.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Munro remembered that Iris mentioned that under Link's planning, a trap directly eliminated Trish Lucia and six members of "Pure Blood Will", and wanted to hear if Link had any plans.

"Do you have any magic weapon that can hide multiple people?"

Link asked the question without answering.

"have."

Munro nodded.

"That'll be easy."

Link felt confident and said,

“My teammates and I hid by the river in advance.

If the pursuers really come after you, you should resist for a while at the entrance, then pretend to be defeated, lure the enemy in, and when you run to the river, spread out to both sides and turn around to attack in a roundabout way.

At this time, as a new force, we made a frontal assault. "

As he spoke, Link also used the secondary fog and rain technique, using mist of different thicknesses to display layout, positioning, and routes.

Clear and understandable at a glance.

"Okay, let's do it."

Munro thought about it carefully and felt that although Link's plan was simple, if it was strictly implemented, the effect would not be bad, so he immediately agreed.

After a pause, Munro suggested: "You are here to help, and we cannot let you contribute strength and materials. In this way, we will replenish a batch of rune items and witchcraft tools for you."

This is actually a rather euphemistic way of saying it.

How could Link not understand the meaning?

Since the other party has saved face, let's just keep it.

"Can."

Link agreed and was generous, showing no embarrassment at all.

The new blood in the Southern District are generally poor. They can't afford many runes and items, let alone witchcraft weapons.

Afterwards, Link gave a suggestion: "If you are still rich in supplies, you can consider setting up some traps."

"Um."

Munro accepted the suggestion but did not discuss it further.

These are all routine routines.

You know everything, no need to waste time.

"This is a concealed witchcraft that can last for 24 hours and block the detection of all level 1 reconnaissance witchcraft."

Munro took out a columnar object similar to a flashlight from the leather bag on his waist, handed it to Link, and explained how to use it in detail.

Then he said: "Iris will come to you later to replenish you with some supplies."

"Um."

Link nodded.

After the two of them finished talking about business, they got busy.

Munro went to communicate tactics with his friends, arrange positions, and set traps.

Link led the two teams straight to the river, looking for a suitable place to hide.

It's basically a regular layout, nothing special.

Except for all scout witchcraft.

They not only protect against the outside, but also against the inside.

You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must not have the intention of guarding against others.

Link didn't want to backstab Munro and Iris, nor did he want to be backstabbed by Iris and Munro.

"Wow, you're actually guarding me?"

The crazy girl Iris flew over and landed next to Link with a swish. When she saw Link's arrangement, she yelled loudly.

The tone was just joking, not blaming at all.

These are human nature.

It's the same for everyone, there's nothing to blame.

Didn't Munro also arrange a reconnaissance witchcraft to monitor Link and his party?

After saying that, Iris didn't wait for Link's reply, turned to look at Jasmine aside, and immediately grinned.

This smile was quite strange, as if he had seen something interesting and was inexplicably excited.

Iris rushed to Jasmine's side, and regardless of whether Jasmine wanted it or not, she put her arm around Jasmine's shoulders and asked carelessly: "Hey, do you like that guy Link? You're not tired of being together all day long! "

Jasmine's face turned slightly red.

Fortunately, the "sunshine" is quite bright and not very conspicuous.

She broke away from Iris' embrace and said quibly: "No way? Who would like this dead piece of wood? Don't talk nonsense."

"Hey hey hey..."

Once Iris's madness rises, she won't give up easily. She smiled strangely and said, "You're still quibbling. The look in Link's eyes is just crazy! Would you care so much if you don't like him? I don't believe it."

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"

Jasmine was a little anxious, her eyes widened, and she scolded, "Don't be fooling around here, spreading rumors and causing trouble."

Seeing Jasmine's clarification, Iris didn't dare to admit it and curled her lips: "It's boring."

After saying that, she rushed to Link's side and asked curiously: "Hey, do you know she likes you? Do you like her?"

Jasmine's ears immediately stood up, and she secretly peeked at Link's expression from the corner of her eyes, waiting for Link's answer.

Link didn't answer, but looked indifferently at Iris, who was acting weird and causing trouble whenever she came.

"It's even more boring."

Iris and Link looked at each other for a while, knowing that they would not have an answer. They pursed their lips and complained, "Each one is better at pretending than the other. When can I hold a child? Don't wait until you are promoted to an official wizard. You can’t even give birth to a cub every year!”

After saying these words, Iris took out a lot of supplies from the small bag on her waist, placed them on the ground, and flew away with a swish.

Come like crazy, leave like crazy.

It easily disturbed a pink and tender heart.

After the fluttering anticipation, there was a feeling of disappointment.

Alas, it happens again.

always like this.