The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 211 Dungeon
Zell walked east along the Twisted Forest and saw more and more ruins floating in the air.

The rock scratched, and the familiar stone dog statue appeared again, and with the statue, there were many fog walkers.

They are dark all over, slender, stooped, with bent legs, but a pair of sharp and slender claws. Hollow eyes and mouths form a hideous face, and a ghostly light emanates from their bodies.

Mistwalkers climbed up from both ends of the cliff, densely occupying the narrow passage leading to the steps. The crowding level was even more insane than the evening rush hour subway. On the stone, he kept roaring at the group of people.

The poro bared their teeth at the undead... oh no teeth, they instinctively felt disgusted by these fog walkers, and put on their most terrifying posture.

But Mengmeng's appearance is not lethal no matter how convex it is, but fortunately, it has a fierce bonus, and these fog walkers dare not approach directly.

Zell found that the Poro were continuously transforming the fear of the Mist Walker into Poro energy, and the efficiency was not bad. The effort in this moment was worth half a day's turnover of the coffee shop.

A crazy idea popped up in his mind. If the Poro is like a shepherd dog, and these fogwalkers are sheep, is it feasible for the Poro herder to collect energy?

Seems to be possible, but needs a reliable shepherd to watch over, in case the powerful undead who are immune to the menacing aura can harm the poro.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Vigus.

Vigus has lived on the Shadow Island for a long time, and her ability is also very compatible with the black mist. When in danger, she can escape back to Bandle City through the portal. She is the perfect candidate for the shepherd...

Feeling Zell's scorching gaze, Vigus pursed her lips in disgust, and raised her hands to cover her face with her long sleeves.

Zell found that her sleeves were not dirty after being dragged on the ground for a long time. Normally, when you drag a mop around in the coffee shop, you can see that the bottom is black, but she is in a dusty field.

Obviously, the black cloth is not enough to explain the reason. If it is not some dust-removing magic, then it is... Looking carefully, it turns out that the black shadow is holding Wei Gusi's sleeve.

It turns out that there is no such thing as a quiet time, but someone is carrying the burden for you.

The Mistwalkers continued to pile up, forming a hill.

Lucian looked at these undead, but his eyes fell through the gate behind them.

There was a chill in the wind, but a warm memory welled up in my heart.

Through this path, he arrived at the place where he once fought Thresh.

He inserted the broken holy stone into the lantern, freed Senna, and together they pushed Thresh back.

Afterwards, Senna repaired the holy stone pistol, and also repaired their relationship.

The two looked at each other, nodded tacitly and walked forward.

When the Mist Walkers piled up to a height that could no longer be increased, they finally collapsed towards them like a wave.

Was it actually using this method to break through the ominous halo?
"Leave it to us."

Lucian drew his two guns, and the bullets of the holy light shot out to form a barrage, sending a scorching baptism, tearing a passage among the undead.

The Mist Walker on the side broke through and jumped onto Lucian's back.He turned around and fed the bullet into its mouth. At the same time, it turned into a ruthless light and shadow and rushed towards the end distance, occupying the high point of the rock and shooting wildly.

Behind him, Senna grabbed the holy stone cannon from the black mist, sucked the black mist dissipated by these fog walkers into her body, and poured it into the cannon.

She aimed at Lucian and the undead army in front of him.The artillery was deployed, and the black mist was shot out in shock.

The shock wave passed through Lucian's body, but formed a shield of holy light on him, blocking the icy sharp claws, and at the same time purged the undead in front of him one by one.

The time in Thresh's lantern caused a strange change in her soul.

The perfect fusion of light and shadow turned her into a deadlier weapon.

Carefully walked through the path, stepped on the stone steps, passed between the stone carvings, and came to the gate of the shadow basement.

A gloomy gate stood in front of them, and the platform in front of the gate was tied by two thick iron chains, which made people silently think of the iron chains on Thresh.

"This is Thresh's mighty fortress? Ha! Braum has seen bigger ones in the Freljord!"

Braum spoke excitedly, as proud of the fort as his home.

Lissandra doesn't think of you as one of his own. Your sense of national pride is too strong...Zell shook his head, and heard Ahri frowned and said, "The black mist here is very disturbed and full of anger."

Pike: "We're... angrier."

"That's right, no powerful soul can stand between me and Planck, not even this Thresh. I will let it know that Bilgewater is not easy to mess with." Sarah looked at the closed eyes. The door, said casually: "I bet, this door is also locked."

Her words gave Bron the idea of ​​testing, and he pushed forward, but it didn't move at all.

Because this is a heavy lifting stone door, it will definitely not be able to be pushed, and there is no way to use brute force to bring it down.

There is a conspicuous keyhole on the stone platform in front of the door, but they don't have a key either.She looked around again, and said lightly: "There is no sewer entrance near here."

"..." Pike walked to the door silently. There was no magic barrier on the door, so he turned into sea water and got in through the gap.

"Chichi!" After him, Xiao Hei also took the initiative to pass through.It called, and all the Poro followed.

The little body blurred through the stone gate, and there was no trace of it... Only the bearded man hit the gate directly, was bounced back and sat on the ground doubting his life.

Zell opened the Poro Tome, and immediately heard the roar.

Pike was already fighting with the jailer, a tall man in a battered vestment shrouded in sickly green light.

Holding a huge long-handled battle ax to harvest thoughts, a murderous green flame burst out from the murderous blade.

The great ax swept across, and Pike showed agility that a drowned man should not have.

He vaporized and recondensed on the jailer's head, and inserted the shaving hook into the socket of his neck.

But what was hidden under the cassock was an empty skeleton frame, not even a trace of flesh remained. Pike's shaving hook only sawed off some bone chips, and a sharp claw grabbed his head and threw him to the ground. .

Even though it was so unbearable, he still liked the feeling of piercing flesh and blood.

The giant ax slashed down, like chopping an eel in half with a knife, and the prisoners in the prison screamed in horror.

He turned into a pool of stagnant water and slipped away from under the burning axe.

Zell watched the scene, causing the poro to rush forward.

Xiao Hei launched a robbery, snatched the ghost characteristics of the jailer, and transformed it into a lucky coin for Zell.

The jailer, who was floating in mid-air, immediately fell down and was beaten up by the poro.

At any rate, they got some zero-fee buffs for nothing. No matter how weak the Poro is, they are still not inferior to normal people. Coupled with the overwhelming crowd and the crushing of ignoring defense, the skeleton of this picture was quickly dismantled. .

It is impossible for the jailer to fight back, because he has lost his ghost traits and can't touch a poro with ghost traits at all.

Pike watched Xiao Hei rummage through the ashes, found an ancient key, rolled it up with his tongue, and happily took it out.

After a while, the door sank to the ground, and a group of people walked in, frowning or covering their noses.

Stepping up the steps and seeing the ashes on the ground, Sarah teased Pike: "You have already helped us solve the trouble? Oh, you are so sweet."

"I'm considering whether to add you to the list, Sarah Doom." Pike felt that this was a bit harsh.

"You can add it, anyway, that's not my real name." Sarah curled her lips and smiled. After coming to Shadow Island, she found that she became more and more courageous, even daring to make jokes about the famous ghost of Blood Harbor.

Zell got the key and came to the cage. The chains of the phantom formed a fog wall, imprisoning a soul in it, and a corpse beside him had dried up into the form of a mummy, which looked like the handwriting of Thresh.

Not even maggots want to come to this place.

Seeing Zell approaching, the soul immediately howled.

"Why did you leave me here to languish. Let me go. Let me go and let this end."

"Why are you here?" he asked.But the soul didn't answer, just talking to itself: "Rescue me... Let me escape from reality and go to the spiritual realm."

"Vastaya?" Ahri's ears trembled, and then he came to the prisoner, exuding the fragrance of flowers.

Although the shape of the prisoner's soul has the characteristics of a beast, it does not have nine tails like her.

She tried to communicate a few words with the soul, but got a few repeated answers.

"His soul is extremely weak, and his memory is incomplete. I'm afraid he has forgotten a lot of things... Let him go."

Zell nodded, and inserted the jailer's key into the lock, and the Phantom's chains and fog doors faded away.

"You should leave this place, don't stay here to suffocate." The prisoner left a word to Ahri, and then floated out of the dungeon.

"He's right." Yasuo said, "The spiritual realm here is sick, and it's not good for you vastaya."

"What's the difference?" Bloom asked.

"In Ionia, the spiritual realm feels like clean dirt and fresh rain. The spiritual realm here feels like walking neck-deep in mold, slime, and slime. It's suffocating."

"In this way, the spiritual realm of the Freljord must be full of ice and snow, which will definitely shake your spirits!"

Ari smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Humans can survive in this environment by relying on food, but our vastaya's demand for wild magic is no less than that of air. Weakened little by little, like suffocation."

"Then what are you going to do? Braum has also experienced the feeling of being buried in the snow, as if there is a heavy weight on his chest, which is really uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)