The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 270 It Doesn't Dare (Two Updates!)

Old Gnax-Willigenstein is drinking.

It touched its own right arm, which seemed to be not working very flexibly.

A tormented, howling soul was infused there.

It provides a steady stream of power for Lao Jiya's right arm.

But the soul also has a shelf life.

A complete soul, even if it endures severe torture.

The energy that can be squeezed out is also limited.

Therefore, the wild beasts will attack the human territory every once in a while.

Through killing, wild beastmen can obtain a large number of living souls.

Oh, and some may not be so fresh.

Because it also included those dead wild beastmen.

Their souls have long since become weak and powerless in this city where many lives from the lower planes gather.

Lao Jiya is a rather rare wild beastman who has successfully reached old age.

It participated in the wars between wild beasts and humans many times, but survived safely.

Although the harvest is very little, it can barely supply it for a living.

Now, it doesn't work.

Since the last time the wild beasts went to the human territory to launch a war and were wiped out by a powerful group of foreigners.

The old Jiya did not join the new conquest again.

It was so cloudy that it couldn't even see clearly the eyeballs that differentiated the succubus from the terror in the tavern.

But you can clearly see the current situation.

Participate in the war?

That is desperate.

It's not as good as going to a casino.

Even if you lose so much that you lose even the soul-crushing period, you will at least have a chance to come back.

Those guys from the lower plane, though they like to play tricks.

But their only shining point is:

They're fairly disciplined.

Simply put, at least the probability of a comeback exists.

In this city ruled by the lower planes and cultists, chaos and evil must follow a cold code.

That is the will of God.

It can be described as: orderly chaos...

In the tower-shaped room made of all kinds of rags, Lao Jifang opened the rusty window.

In this ghost place, the environment is extremely wet and cold.

No matter how good the material is, after a while, a thick layer of deposits will be corroded.

Old mechanical teeth do not often open windows:
Its head has been injured, and it cannot be exposed to the environment full of various chaotic negative energies for too long.

This completely deprived it of its last chance to have fun.

The city's most wanton place is enough to be a paradise for any necromancer to cast a spell.

The premise is: he won't be disrupted and exploded by such a complex negative energy.

But a fresh life always needs something new to fill.

Otherwise, it will be like those rusty materials.

It didn't take long to become a stiff, creaky old thing.

Lao Jiya opened the window, wanting to see some fresh scenery.

And at this moment, Lao Jiya suddenly caught a glimpse of the "beautiful" scenery coming from the west of the city:
It was a continuous red line, stretching from the horizon.

Soon, it became thicker and thicker.

In the blurred field of vision, Lao Jiya felt that there was a new distortion in his eyeballs.

It feels like it sees a huge shadow.

Vaguely, Lao Jiya heard the angry shouts of the city guards.

There was an indescribable fear in that voice.

The old machine tooth realized that something was wrong, it didn't close the window in a hurry.

Instead, he turned around and familiarly groped for a reagent exuding a cold aura in the intertwined shadows in front of him.

In the next moment, Lao Jiya inserted the reagent into his body without hesitation.

The long-lost feeling of pain that can only be felt in flesh and blood came.

The world before Lao Jiya's eyes suddenly became clear.

It flicked its tingling arm after gradually recovering its senses.

Then, he ran quickly to the window.

In an instant, Lao Jiya's pupils constricted suddenly.

Outside the city, which was filled with turbid air, a gigantic giant like the legendary extinct ancient Titan was "slowly approaching".

At its feet, there is a sea of ​​flames.

They are like the ferocious minions of giants, devouring all life that dares to stand in front of them!
A large number of wild orcs of various shapes are galloping.

They were chased by the flames and fled desperately.

But there are still wild beastmen who are caught up by the sea of ​​fire because of their inability to follow up.

Amidst the mournful wailing and the subsequent explosion, the evil life ended.

At least, its life in this physical world is considered final.

As for whether he owed too much debt because of too many in-depth exchanges with the succubus, and was dragged to the next plane to pay off the debt.

That's another story.

At least when I was in the material world, I had fun...

As time passed, more and more wild orcs discovered this terrifying scene.

After their continuous swearing, full of various tribal slang, a new round of riots began.

Lao Jiya didn't panic now.

It leaned against the window and touched it for a while.

Then, he dug out a box of grass leaves obtained from the human kingdom.

Lao Zhiya tried to chew.

In an instant, the leaves of grass with a calming effect dispelled the confusion and confusion in its mind.

In this city full of evil, there is never a shortage of things that tempt life to corrupt.

Sobering, but expensive and taboo.

All kinds of unbearable pain came from the decayed body under the long-lost light will.

Sure enough, just like those cultists said.

Waking up is painful...

So, Lao Jiya chewed another piece.

It doesn't have much remorse or emotion for its dark life full of killing and betrayal.

In this last moment of overthrow, it just wants to hum an ancient tribal song.

That's what the elders of the tribe always hummed in its ears when it was still in its infancy.

Until, they made new choices in terms of belief...

With ancient and melodious tunes, the old orc flew out of the dilapidated and decayed buildings.

Below, are the Orcs still reeling from the last madness.

There are also those who are planning to plunder a wave desperately before fleeing.

And in the more distant urban area full of corruption, the beings of the lower plane stared coldly at the giant outside the city.

This is the territory of the pupil of the water chestnut.

What kind of tricks can this new guy do?

There are even succubus looking at the giant's sky-like body, smiling coquettishly and making an evil voice that seduces and sinks.

And the next instant:

"boom!"

Bright flames, without any sense of stagnation, stepped into the city!

The urban area, which is filled with various types of compound energy and has serious safety hazards, directly exploded violently!

Under the strong light, the filth and evil are illuminated white!
Then, the giant swept down with a witch banner in hand!

Continuous explosions sounded, and a whole city was turned into exploding wreckage!

Amidst the dust and mist, the giant roared out, bringing an explosion like thunder!
Behind it, the flames soared into the sky, like the doomsday!

(End of this chapter)