Chapter 314: Stepping into the Trap
Of course, battles between witches can't be fought in downtown areas, especially when one of them is the Temple High Priest.
However, because of the particularity of witches, the battle between them is not suitable for civilians to watch. Even if it is suitable, Temple Priests will not like it. They have always been mysterious and lofty people. How can ordinary people see the process of their witchcraft? Of course, it is impossible for civilians to see their failure.
Occasionally, however, there will be discussions between the Priest and another Priest, such as when the superior one wants to "point out" the inferior one, or when the inferior Priest wants to "consult" the superior Priest.
For this reason, no matter lower city or middle city or upper city, there is a special place for the witches to discuss.
The battle between witches is not totally invisible. If you have enough ident.i.ty and self-protection ability, you can attend at your own risk.
The Gaogang City Temple High Priest wanted to "point out" a small tribal witch from a tribe named The Jiu Yuan. Everyone who thought he was good enough and not afraid of death didn't want to let go of such an opportunity to watch Temple High Priest use his witchcraft. So for Yan Mo, he took Yuan Zhan and others with him. When he entered a special battle ground under the central tower, he did not know that the seemingly enclosed room was actually surrounded by visitors.
Yan Mo still chose Yuan Zhan after much consideration. He believed in his abilities, but some viruses and poisons his body killed quite quickly. He was afraid that he had the ability but had no reaction time, so he could only choose the one he could trust the most.
Yan Mo has an indescribable familiarity with this pale yellow room with about 100 square meters.
Yuan Zhan's eyebrows moved slightly, clearly a closed room, but he felt countless eyes hidden in the dark looking at him, which made him very uncomfortable.
Wu Guo also responded a little, "Eat it."
Can you eat it? Yan Mo confirmed his idea from Wu Guo's reaction and asked in his heart, "Is this bone object?"
Wu Guo, "Yeah."
"There's residual mental strength? How does it compare to the one you ate before?”
"Weak."
No wonder it's just edible. "What's a white domino compare to a whole room?" Yan Mo was not the first time to ask this question. In fact, he asked Wu Guo on the night of dominoes, but the boy refused to answer him.
"If you promise to divide the white dominoes in half, I'll tell you." Wu Guo proposed the same conditions as last time.
"You first tell me what it is? What's the usage? I didn't feel any mental residual on it." He only felt that the bones for making dominoes should be old, not fresh.
Wu Guo did not utter a word again. This is a little villain who does not see things for free. Before he had devoured those mental powers, he was like a young boy who had just had intelligence and ignorant. He could still make Yan Mo fickle. But now, Yan Mo cannot deceive him.
Yan Mo was not upset and laughed. "So, if you answer me a question, I'll give you a domino."
"A white one."
That's true! "Don't worry, you won't be fooled. I asked you, did the same bone objects in this room come from the same place as the four bone objects brought by The Ding Yue Tribe?
"I don't know if it's from the same place, but they're very similar, and so are the residual mental energy."
Yan Mo has counted. Not long after he entered the room, he had a sense of familiarity, which, as Wu Guo told him, was very similar to the four bone objects. Even if it was not from the same place, it probably created from the same era, that is, in the era of the Bone Sculpting People's bone treasures.
Yan Mo suddenly felt a little itchy in the heart of his feet. He immediately responded and stopped quickly. "Wu Guo, stop!" The residual mental power of this bone object cannot be eaten.
Wu Guo, who secretly wanted to steal food, reluctantly retracted.
"Don't forget what I told you before, if you slip out of my body against my will and do something I don't want you to do, then you either leave my body or..."
"Dad, I'm hungry."
... This seemingly innocent but full of malicious children's voice! Yan Mo can even imagine Wu Guo's little boy sitting in his stomach laughing proudly.
But don't think he can't deal with him. "Do you really want to eat? You forget where we are now? Or do you want people to know you're in my stomach?”
Wu Guo calmed down.
At the same time, The Gaogang City Temple High Priest took the st.u.r.dy red-eyed warrior from another door into the compartment.
"So this is the legendary bone house that can isolate witches' witchcraft. It's the first time I've seen it and come in one. There's no such good thing when we are in the lower city." A fifty something old man sighed.
"I feel like someone is looking at me, but I don't see anybody. Do you know what's going on?" Yuan Zhan asked casually.
"I've heard some stories about this kind of bone house, which is specially designed for witches to compare and test their witchcraft. When necessary, it can make the people inside invisible to the outside, but the people outside can see the inside, and vice versa." A fifty something old man was not as arrogant as a High Priest, perhaps because he can't see through Yuan Zhan strength?
"So, there are a lot of people outside watching our compet.i.tion now?"
"Yes."
"And they can hear what we say?"
"If the operator wants to."
Outside, in a small dark room.
A grey haired old gentleman was looking at the bone house separated by a wall. He is the manipulator of this bone house. This small and dark room is part of the bone house, and it is also the safest and most important place.
One hand was suddenly put on the shoulder of the old G.o.d servant.
The old man was frightened and looked back in horror. When he saw someone coming, he immediately bowed deeply, "DRen." The only one who unconsciously broke his spiritual barrier and entered the operating darkroom.
"I want to hear all the conversations in it." Said the man covered in the red fur cloak.
The old man who controlled the bone house immediately executed the order, turned around and put one hand on the place where the crystal was mosaic, and closed his eyes for spiritual manipulation.
A moment later, the old G.o.d servant put down his hand and turned around. He looked tired and said, "DRen, wait a little longer, we can not only see the scene inside, but also hear what they say."
The cloaked man waved and someone sent him a leather bag. The cloaked man took the leather bag and threw it to the old G.o.d servant.
The old G.o.d servant bowed his head and wisely withdrew with a leather bag. The operator is no longer needed when the bone house is started. He just waits for the test to be finished before cleaning and closing the bone house.
The cloaked man looked at the boned house with an indescribable look. When he first heard the news, he was not satisfied that the Gaogang City did not continue to challenge Yuan Zhan but chose to fight witches. But on second thought, it was just an opportunity to find out the strength of the old man from the Jiu Yuan. On second thought, he felt that Geer was indeed a lower city Temple High Priest and had some brains in doing things.
Looking from the outside, the skeleton house, as a test venue, has no walls at all, only light yellow ground.
The site is small, and the onlookers only sit on two floors. Compared with the warriors, the onlookers here are basically quiet.
The Jiu Yuan and Gaogang were also in the stands, but left and right were far apart.
The Obscuri Tribesmen wanted to follow, but unfortunately they were not qualified. The people who can sit in this stand today belong directly to the lower city and the large tribes of The Black Earth City.
Because of their equal status, more than 80% of the visitors here are angry along with the Gaogang City. Only 20% of them either disagreed with the Gaogang City or knew the inside story and did not directly express their support for the Gaogang City, but neither of them expressed their support for the Jiu Yuan. One was not sympathetic, the other was disdainful.
The Jiu Yuan? They had never heard of such a small tribe before they came.
The Jiu Yuan people naturally appears to be alone in such a situation, besides, they only have four people left after removing the chief and the priest, and there was a bird named Jiu Feng. Now they don't know where he had gone to play madly, and he probably won't come back until dark.
The Black Earth City's high-ranking warriors and temple servants also came to see the Gaogang City Temple High Priest, but instead of sitting in the first row near the bone house, they chose the farthest seat.
Bone House is a kind of witchcraft that can isolate witches from inside, but it is not absolute. Those who know more about the Gaogang City Temple High Priest's abilities doubt whether the skeleton house can completely isolate his witchcraft.
Ding Fei straightened his chest, and he always felt that people around him looked at them with sympathy and ridicule.
Ding Ning pressed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Leave them alone."
Bing holds the bow and arrow, cold and arrogant.
Dda sniffed his nose and stared at a group of people not far from them, who smelled delicious with the fishy smell.
At that moment, the voice of conversation in the room suddenly came to the ears of everyone.
"The Witch of Jiu Yuan, I don't know your witch name yet. I'm Geer."
"Mo, you can call me Mo DRen."
Inside the bone house.
Geer smiled at Yuan Zhan. "May I have some of your blood?"
Was Yuan Zhan willing to give his blood to a witch? He's stupid enough to do this. But... Yuan Zhan turned to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo was surprised and said, "You want my warriors to give you his blood? Why don't you just let him cut his head and hand it to you? "
The red-eyebrow warrior's eyebrows looked angry as soon as they were erect, and Geer held him down. "I remember that we said we would hurt each other's warriors with witchcraft, and then proceed..."
"I remember." Yan Mo bluntly interrupted the other side, "Now that we have said that we can use witchcraft, we should send our warriors' blood on our own initiative, depending on our abilities. It would be better for us to let each other's warriors commit suicide, and then see if we can save our own warriors."
"From death to rebirth, that's G.o.d's power. It's not G.o.d, its demiG.o.d." Geer sighed and inadvertently said, "If you can do this, I will voluntarily admit defeat, can you?"
Yan Mo can, but can he admit it here? So he also asked, "Can you?"
Geer laughed. "It seems that none of our witchcraft has reached the realm of G.o.d. It is said that Wucheng-City of Witches High Priest who is the leader of The Nine Great Cities can revive the dead, but it is said that his old man is a demiG.o.d, and we can't compare with him."
Speaking of Geer, "if we cannot hand each other's blood warriors to the other side, it will eventually become the battle between the four of us. Do you really want that to happen?"
Yan Mo thought it would be better, but since it's a battle between witches, it's easier. "Don't confuse me. I said I didn't volunteer to hand over my warriors, but I didn't say I wanted them to attack the witches of the other side. If you want to take my warrior's blood, you can take it by yourself. I can a.s.sure you that he will only protect himself and not fight back. Likewise, if I want to do anything to your warriors, I will do it myself."
"You seem to be confident in your attack." Geer looked at the old man across the street again.
"If you want to admit defeat now, I can accept it immediately," Yan Mo said sympathetically.
Geer sank for a moment and smiled again. “Since you have to, that's it. DHaa, remember, when this witch attacks you later, you can't resist, but you can defend yourself, okay?
"DRen, you can rest a.s.sured that I will never let him touch one of my hairs!" The red-eyed warrior called DHaa thumped his chest.
DHaa took a step forward, but Geer stepped back. Instead of attacking, he sat down directly on the ground and immediately took something out of his bag and began to lay it out.
Yan Mo suddenly felt a little awkward, as if he had fallen into a trap?
When he saw Geer open a tightly wrapped piece of hide and flauntingly pinch a few hairs from it, he was almost sure that he had fallen into the other side's trap.
The other party asked him for Yuan Zhan's blood at first, because he knew he would not agree. No, even if he agreed, there would be no loss to the other party. After all, the effect of blood must be better than that of hair.
But how could the other party have Yuan Zhan's hair?
Yuan Zhan also saw something wrong, and his reaction was even faster. "Is that my hair?"
Yan Mo can't tell.
Yuan Zhan's face flashed murderously. "Those slaves!"
Geer looked up and laughed, "You guessed it. I heard the Black Earth City saw that you didn't bring some slaves to you, so I asked them to find some of your hair on the bedding you slept with at the cost of rescuing them. Of course, the blood is better, but unfortunately they can't get close to you for that."
DHaa also laughed heartily. "I heard you killed one. You should have killed the remaining three. The remaining three women slaves were very frightened and when they heard that someone could help them leave and let them do anything they did."
Yan Mo can't say he regrets it, but he admits that he learned a lesson today. Later, he will remember that as long as he only uses his own bedding outside, he will put it in his pocket immediately when he's finished, instead of rolling it in the corner as easy as he can, just because he and Yuan Zhan's bedding are different from others.
And since the slaves can get Yuan Zhan's hair, they can certainly get someone else's, in other words, Geer has the hair of all the people in the Jiu Yuan line besides him. Thanks to the guide, he has such a special body, as long as he does not intentionally pull it out, he will not lose even a single wispy of his hair.
Geer sighed there too: "It's a pity I don't have your hair." Silver hair is well distinguishable, and one can be delivered without problem.
"You seem to be good at cursing." This is not a question, but an affirmative sentence. Yan Mo has fallen behind, but he can give people a kind of thing that he doesn't care about the other party getting Jiu Yuan warrior's hair.
Unexpectedly, the so-called "curse of the Beast G.o.d" is really a kind of curse. Yan Mo sighed and laughed at himself. You saw so many impossible things. How could you be surprised at such small things?
Curse, perhaps, is also a kind of spiritual ability, but to accurately implement the words the curses one also need the media. He just don't know what kind of curse that Gaogang's High Priest will put on Yuan Zhan this time. Yan Mo hoped he won't die soon. Then he can't save Yuan Zhan even if he has The Soul Return Pill.
Yan Mo thought about the way to deal with it, but he didn't look at all.
Geer doesn't believe that the Jiu Yuan Mo DRen really doesn't care.
The Gaogang City's fighting power is not particularly strong, and the affiliated tribes are no more than other lower cities, but why dare she go against the might of the Black Earth City? Why dare to reduce the tribute to The Black Earth City every year? Because The High Priest of the Gaogang City has mastered the most terrible power of curse in witchcraft!
When he pa.s.sed on to his generation, Geer was confident that his curse was not as powerful as that of the Nine Great Cities Wucheng-City of Witches, if not because hierarchical restrictions also that his could not be attack on a wider scale.
Yuan Zhan took Yan Mo's hand and smiled, knowing that his condition was dangerous.
His priest was so angry that it seemed to kindle a rage behind his back, but he could see it clearly when no one else could see it.
Even though the High Priest of The Gaogang City now took a big advantage of them, the fighting power of the furious Jiu Yuan High Priest will let them know that not all the cheap things in the world are so easy to be taken advantage of.
Want to beat The Jiu Yuan? Then you have to be ready to fall first!