The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 203 [Looking for Lightning Strike Kigami]

The high priest finally completed the process of offering sacrifices to the gods and praying for their blessings.

Leaning on crutches, he came before the three warriors. The three knelt down on one knee, put their hands on their hearts, raised their heads, and looked at the high priest calmly.

The high priest nodded slowly, took a bowl of sticky red clay from the assistant next to him, and used his dark and stubby fingers to smear a little bit on the foreheads and noses of the three, drawing special patterns.

After the drawing was completed, the high priest hugged the three of them one by one, muttering incomprehensible words, and then motioned for the three to get up,

"Brave python hunting warriors, you are shouldering the mission of killing the thunder python and opening the way to the gods. The entire Sander tribe will never forget your bravery and fearlessness. Come, drink this bowl of thunder blood, and go to war! "

The three warriors felt a flame ignited in their hearts, full of fighting spirit, and then without saying a word, they took the three bowls of blood handed over by the tribe and drank it without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them began to crackle all over their bodies, as if a dozen firecrackers were going off inside their bodies, not only the sound, but also the pain.

The three of them trembled, resisting the stomach cramps, if they hadn't shaved their heads in advance, they might all stand on end.

The high priest was not surprised, looked at the three of them calmly, and waited.

After a while, the three of them spat out mouthfuls of dirty blood one after another, nodded solemnly to the high priest, and then picked up their respective weapons.

The two held spears, and the other held a bow and arrow. They took a last look at their loved ones and said goodbye with their eyes. Then they left the tribe without hesitation, and walked towards the dense forest far away from the tribe, which had swallowed the lives of countless Sander warriors.

The thick trees cover the sky and the sun, and it is dark, like the entrance to hell, and there are roars of wild animals from time to time.

If the three want to reach the Land of God's Punishment in the center of the island, they must go through this dangerous dense forest. They may have to fight many thunder beasts before they finally reach the Land of God's Punishment where the Thunder Python is located. It is very dangerous and difficult.

For the three of them whose average strength is no more than a brigadier general, it is undoubtedly a situation of ten deaths and no life, but they have no choice. In order to find out the truth, someone needs to be sacrificed, and they voluntarily embarked on this road of no return.

The tribal tribesmen paid their attention one after another, with reluctance and respect in their eyes. Every warrior who set out to fight against the Thunder Python deserves respect. It was not until the backs of the three warriors disappeared in the depths of the dense forest that they reluctantly looked away. .

The parents of the three warriors had red eyes, and their mother was leaning on their father's shoulders, weeping silently, but there was nothing they could do. This is a tradition of the tribe, and the stronger the person, the greater the responsibility.

The high priest had deep eyes, blinked his mottled and yellow eyeballs, a tear flowed down his cheek, and finally sighed. Do gods really exist?
Does our persistence really make sense?
He would ask himself this question every time, whether it was worth spending so many lives in order to explore the legendary god.

He is nearly a hundred years old, and it can be said that he is an old birthday boy among the tribe whose average life expectancy is less than 40 years old. Since he was selected by the previous high priest and then presided over the sacrifice, he has personally sent out nearly a hundred warriors, but without exception, Either he died on the way to the Land of God's Punishment, or he died in the mouth of the Thunder Python.

I hope it will be successful this time. The high priest stood there, staring towards the center of the island for a long time before he paused on his crutches, ready to leave and return to his residence.

Suddenly there was movement behind him, the sound of men scolding, the screams of panicked women, the sound of running, and the sounds of knocking things over.

Feeling bad, the high priest turned around immediately, his body froze suddenly, and then collapsed on the ground. He raised his head, squinted his mottled eyeballs, and managed to see Searle's face in the distance.

With a blue complexion, a body as tall as a hill, and a stern and terrifying image, the faint coercion on his body makes one's hair stand on end.

The high priest felt his brain was blank, staring blankly, and was dragged by the assistants around him before he came to his senses. stand up.

Searle ignored the group of dark-skinned, capable tribal men in front of him. His gaze was like a ray of light, passing through the head of the high priest, and staring straight at the center of the altar. The black piece looked like dry dead wood Same wooden block.

Under the knowledgeable domineering perception, the block of wood is bursting with vitality, like a candle in the dark night, very conspicuous.

Lightning strikes wood!
Searle was overjoyed. Although he knew that there might be a lightning strike tree in Lei Island, it was only possible after all. Now that he saw the real thing, he felt at ease.

Searle ignored the warning of the tribal man, stepped forward, and walked towards the altar. The tribal man had no choice but to hold the spear with trembling hands, but he dared not attack.

Obviously when hunting, facing the ferocious beasts, they can rush forward without fear, but for some reason, in front of this tall monster in front of them, everyone just dare not move rashly. As Searle moves, they can only keep moving Get out of the way, I can't be aggrieved.

A tall and strong man in a fur coat jumped out, held a spear in front of Searle, and vigilantly reprimanded:

"Who are you, leave my tribe immediately, and don't approach the altar!"

He is the patriarch of the tribe, and his strength is not weak, about the level between a major general and a lieutenant general, but to Searle, he is just a stronger ant and does not pose a threat at all.

Searle glanced down at him, the terrifying vertical pupils were directly engraved in the patriarch's heart, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt the pressure as if it were real, making his shoulders feel like a mountain.

But as the patriarch, he can't let the enemy do evil because of fear. He can see that Seir seems to be interested in the altar or the high priest. Both the altar and the high priest are very important. The former represents Sander's spiritual belief. The latter carries Sander's legacy of knowledge.

The patriarch calmed down, suppressed his fear, moved his fingers, clenched the spear in his hand again, and said in a low voice, "Gods bless me, thousands of mighty powers gathered around me", adding an illusory courage buff to his heart, and then a The sprint approached quickly, and immediately jumped high, rushed to Searle, and then stabbed out the spear.

The tip of the spear head was polished from some kind of animal bone. It looked a little rough, but it was actually very sharp. It was piercing Searle's neck at a very fast speed.

Facing this unknown monster that made the patriarch feel fear from the bottom of his heart, he obviously didn't have any thoughts of letting go. He wanted to explode with all his strength and kill him with one blow.

The surrounding tribesmen showed expressions of relief, and the patriarch made a move, which was obviously stable. Even if this big and tall man looked very strong, he was definitely not the patriarch's opponent.

The others were relieved, but the High Priest felt a thump in his heart. He hurriedly raised his hand, trying to speak to stop the patriarch, but it was obviously too late.

Oops!

The high priest is the only person on the island who has awakened the color of knowledge and knowledge. He can clearly perceive the majestic and magnificent vitality of Searle, shining like a blazing sun, making people subconsciously want to kneel down and submit. The appearance was so terrifying that the high priest almost thought it was the descending of a god.

In contrast, the vitality of the patriarch was dimmed by comparison, like a handful of fireflies, but at this time they were bravely rushing towards the sun.

Under the hopeful eyes of many tribesmen, the high priest looked desperate.

With a sound of "啪!", the patriarch was instantly sent flying, turned into a shell, and shot out, colliding with buildings all the way, breaking trees, and flying smoke and dust, and finally drew a deep gully on the ground, which was worth it. Can stop.

In the eyes of the tribesmen, the incomparably powerful patriarch had broken bones, trembling like an electric shock, bleeding from his mouth and nose, almost dying.

All the tribesmen froze, such a powerful patriarch, who could enter the dense forest alone to hunt, was slapped to the brink of death!

The men of the tribe had no fighting spirit at all, showing a look of fear, swallowed their saliva, and stepped back a few steps, followed by the screams of the women of the tribe and the cries of children.

Searle withdrew his hand, he didn't use all his strength, otherwise, the patriarch would disintegrate in an instant and turn into a flesh bomb, like a blooming firework. Recently, he has been killing a lot and his mood is a little irritable, so he has to meditate for a while, Don't want to kill.

"Quiet!"

Searle was disturbed by the noise, shouted angrily, and immediately quieted down. Although the woman was terrified, she didn't dare to scream anymore. She hurriedly covered the child's mouth and forcibly blocked the cry. The child just Can only make a whining sound.

When Searle came to the high priest, the high priest shrank his neck subconsciously in fear, thinking that Searle was going to attack him.

Unexpectedly, Searle ignored him at all, reached out and took off the lightning strike wood the size of a thermos cup, weighed it a few times, placed it in his palm, looked at it carefully, and felt the energy contained in the lightning strike wood.

However, to Searle's disappointment, because this piece of lightning strike wood has not received lightning strikes all year round, more than half of the original energy contained in it has been spilled, and its usable value has been greatly reduced.

Although the Lightning Wood will actively attract lightning strikes during thunderstorms to replenish the elements of thunder and store them in pure energy, but there seems to be some kind of strong magnetic mineral veins distributed in the peripheral area of ​​this island, which causes the magnetic field to be disordered, causing the lightning strikes to avoid open this area.

Although the Lightning Tree leaves this area, the lightning can be re-induced to absorb energy, but it is very time-consuming. Except for the Thunder Island, it is difficult to find a place that thunders continuously 365 days a year, and the Fishman Island completely eliminates thunderstorms. It is even more impossible to make up the energy needed for lightning strike wood.

The high priest saw that Seer was playing with the lightning strike wood, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly went crazy. He grabbed Seer's legs and feet, grabbed them hard with his stubby fingers, and shouted in a panic:

"That's the sacred wood bestowed by the gods. It's a sacred object used by the tribe to communicate with the gods. Put it back quickly. If you arouse the wrath of the gods, everyone will die!"

Searle didn't have the habit of respecting the old. He was an old man himself. When his legs shook, the high priest was thrown out instantly, rolled on the ground several times, hit his head on the stone pillars around the altar, and stared at him.

Searle put back the small and poor piece of lightning strike wood. If he didn't find the lightning strike wood after going to the center of the island, he would just come back and get it at that time.

The high priest rubbed the back of his bulging head, grinning his teeth and gasping for air. Seeing that Searle put the lightning wood back, he finally returned to normal, followed by fear. This is the dying monster of the patriarch who slapped him. Where did you get the courage to hug his leg?
It must be the protection of the gods, right?

It certainly is.

A flash of inspiration flashed in the head of the high priest, and with courage, he pointed to the lightning strike wood and said tremblingly:
"Friends from afar, if you want to find the holy wood, you can go to the center of the island to find it."

The high priest is very shrewd. Seeing that Searle is very interested in the Thunder Strike Wood, he immediately wants to lead Searle to the center of the island, where there is a more terrifying thunder python, let Searle and the thunder python fight, no matter what Which side lives or dies is not a loss to him.

The high priest knew that Searle was very strong, maybe even stronger than the Thunder Python. If Searle could kill the Thunder Python, the way to God would be opened, so the tribe would not have to send warriors to die every three years.

Thinking of this, the high priest shook his head again, thinking to himself, although this big guy in front of him is very strong, he is definitely not the opponent of the Thunder Python.

In the dark dense forest, the branches are overgrown, interlaced and superimposed, and the inside of the sheltered dense forest is almost dark. Occasionally, there are blue electric lights shining through the gaps in the leaves, but it is still difficult to illuminate the way forward.

In this case, the visibility is only a few meters, the function of the naked eye is greatly weakened, the hearing is also flooded by the deafening thunder in the sky, and the senses are weakened, which makes the already dangerous dense forest even more dangerous.

At this time, there was movement in the dense forest, the bushes under the roots were pushed away, and three men in a panic ran out.

They are the three warriors of the Sander tribe. At this time, they are not in good condition. They are dripping with the blood of wild beasts or their own blood. They are tired and panting. Their chests heave violently. Can only keep running away.

Behind them, the ground was constantly shaking. From time to time, trees were broken and then fell to the ground, making rumbling sounds, and the low roar of ferocious beasts was even more frightening.

"Ahead is the land of God's punishment. Everyone hold on, even if you haven't seen the thunder python, you must not die here."

"Damn it, I accidentally woke up the sleeping mountain god. I'm in trouble now."

"Stop talking, the matter has come to this, we must find a way to get rid of the mountain god as soon as possible."

"The mountain god's sense of smell is too sensitive, and he has to find green belt flowers with a pungent smell, so as to erase his own smell."

"hold head high!"

A five-six-story building, as strong as a hill, rushed out, smashing trees taller than it, but the speed never slowed down.

The whole body of this beast is gray and black, with the body of an elephant, the head of a wild boar, a single horn on its forehead, a pair of scarlet pupils glowing fiercely, and sharp and thick long fangs sticking out of its mouth, with saliva flowing from the corner of its mouth. It looked very fierce and terrible.

This is the mountain god, who can be called the absolute king in the dense forest. Even if Sander goes all out to take down the mountain god, he will have to pay a high price.

(End of this chapter)