Lord Roar

Chapter 77 The Underworld Fire Skull Ring
When Allen saw Du Fu again, the latter was almost out of breath. It wasn't that the tribal soldiers beat him, but simply because he was angry.

Du Fu looked angry, and when he saw Allen, he wished he could have his skin cramped alive.

The simple and honest tribal warriors treat the enemy like cold wind, cold and ruthless and never soft.

But when they deal with unarmed captives, they tend to show compassion and will not torture each other.

But today is different, what is this?This is a magician!Manipulating the magical elements between heaven and earth, evil human magician!
They can summon monstrous flames and huge waves that flood the town with a wave of their hands. How powerful and terrifying that is.

They even only need to move their lips and recite a spell that no one can understand, and they can summon meteorites and thick lightning from the sky. No matter how high the tribal warriors are, they are just small mortals in front of the majesty of the world. .

They are vicious, they are powerful, and even the very mention of their names turns pale upon the fearless savage.

This is the warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe, and it can also be said that most people in the world know the magician.

And in front of him, there is a living magician, this is a magician, a panting magician.

A large group of tribal fighters surrounded Du Fu to comment, and there was no shortage of hands-on guys.

But the embarrassed little old man in front of him doesn't look like a powerful and evil human magician.

A head of messy gray-white hair blown by the gust of wind, and two bulging blood bags on his forehead, he looked like a thin version of an old tauren man.

At this time, Du Fu no longer had the style of the past.

Shame, great shame, Du Fu's eyes were closed, his face was full of anger and humiliation.

If it wasn't for his hands being cut behind his back, he would have rushed forward to fight these barbarians, although he would have died a miserable death in the end.

But that's better than being humiliated like this. Just now, a barbarian actually took off his magic robe, and stabbed his crotch with a small wooden stick that was still crawling with earthworms. , being stimulated by the cold wind and foreign objects, it suddenly shortened a lot, making the surrounding savages laugh out loud.

It happened that Alan saw this scene, and felt that these savages were really low-spirited, although he also shook his head with laughter.

Following Dina who came to watch the excitement, she blushed and ran out again.

In fact, Allen had known for a long time that the human magician had woken up.

It's just to cool him down on purpose, just to let everyone take a closer look, the magician is not as invincible as they think.

It's also a shoulder with a head on it, and even fainted after being hit by a stick. It's not some monster with three heads and six arms.

Pushing away the surrounding tribal fighters, Alan and Babylon the Great came to Du Fu, looking down at this embarrassed little old man.

"Let me introduce myself, despicable raider." Allen asked with a half-smile.

Du Fu's eyes seemed to be bursting with flames, wishing to burn Allen to ashes, he gritted his teeth and said: "I am a noble magician, a water magician who has won the title of senior magician, and I want to get the title I deserve. With some treatment, anyone who humiliates the magician will not end well! If you dare to continue..."

Allen didn't wait for him to finish, went up and gave the other party a big mouth, and said viciously: "The answer is wrong, I tell you, I have seen too many magicians, the ascetics of the Holy See, the great wizard of the dead, the fire magic Master, you are a high-level water system master and you are playing tricks on me."

Du Fu was slapped with stares in his eyes, and a bloodshot front tooth was slapped off, he just farted as Ailu, a magician is not a cabbage, and you have seen ascetics, I have never seen it, let alone You are a savage.

"Damn barbarians, the Principality of Lothar will definitely send the most elite fighters and the most powerful magicians, and they will definitely avenge me." Du Fu roared: "If you are sensible, let me go now, At that time, I can consider to spare your life."

Another mouth twitched, but just now it was the left cheek, this time it was the right cheek.

Allen touched Du Fu's red and swollen right cheek with a smile, as if he wasn't the one who did it just now, and said in a calm tone: "Old guy, countless people have threatened me before. I will listen to what kills my whole family and dismembers my body." Too many, what's the result? I'm still living well now, as for now, believe it or not, I'll kill you right away?"

"Come on, kill me." Du Fu suddenly changed his expression, looking like a rascal, like a gambler who has lost his eyes: "If you can't kill me today, I will definitely kill you if I have a chance." The hob meat on the face: "It's not the first day I've come out to run the world. It's a big deal. Who the hell is afraid of you?"

The Great Babylon and the tribal warriors next to him obviously didn't expect the human magician's painting style to change so quickly, and they were dumbfounded all of a sudden.

"Oh, I'll go." Allen didn't even expect that this human magician was still an old rascal, well, he even encountered a hob meat today.

Allen didn't get angry this time, he had a lot of experience in dealing with hob meat, and said with a smile: "Now I only give you a chance, why don't you answer my question honestly, did you see those ponies? After finishing speaking, he pointed to the pony not far away who was gnawing on grass with his head down, and said, "It happens that there is a pony in estrus. Believe it or not, I took off your pants and let dozens of human captives come to watch , take a good look at your panting heroic figure under the crotch of the pony? Maybe you can go back and help you promote it, how about it, respected human magician?"

After listening to Allen's words, cold sweat dripped off Du Fu's face.

Babylon the Great and the surrounding tribal warriors all looked cold, it seems that to deal with Hob Meat, they have to be Hob Meat.

"Play this with me, you are still a little tender." Allen said with an encouraging face: "Fuck you with me again, come on, just let other humans see, respected Mr. Magician The stallion's crotch is delicate and panting charmingly."

"Forget it. You. Ruthless." Du Fu said word by word. He had no doubt that the rude barbarian in front of him was trying to scare him.It would be better than killing him with a knife.

"Name, I'll ask one last time, don't test my patience."

"Duff, Duf Tokel. I am a senior water magician, and I am temporarily loyal to the Prince of the Principality of Lothar."

"I can warn you, if I get a different answer from yours from other human captives, I know you are not afraid of death, hehe." Allen laughed, pointing his finger in the direction of the pony herd.

Duff: ""

"Next question, what is this?" Allen took out the skull-shaped ring seized from the business group.

"Hellfire Skull Ring?" Du Fu's eyes shot greedy for a moment, and Allen suspected that if he hadn't been cut with his hands behind his back, he would have rushed to snatch it.

"What is it for? You seem to be very surprised. You don't know what is being transported in the business group?"

"Heh, ignorant barbarian, this is a ring of magic props. Through spiritual summoning, two magicians holding ghost fire skeletons can be summoned." Du Fu stared at the ring of ghost fire skull without blinking, and explained : "I'm only responsible for the safety of the caravan. Of course I don't know what's in the cargo."

Allen observed Du Fu carefully, seeing that the other party did not seem to be lying, and continued to ask: "How to use it."

"Put it on your fingers, and you can call it through the soul." Du Fu continued to sneer: "Sure enough, he is a barbarian. He doesn't know magic props, and he is violent."

"Pa" another mouth mercilessly slapped Du Fu's face.

"There's so much nonsense, you're awesome, you're well-informed, you're not the same as Lao Tzu's prisoner, pretending to be furry!" After scolding, Allen stared at Du Fu's eyes carefully, and said sinisterly: "Don't you I don’t understand if you lie to me, if you dare to harm me, you will know what will happen.”

"Believe it or not is up to you." Du Fu learned to be honest, and stopped talking unnecessary nonsense.

Allen hesitated for a moment, looked at Big Babylon, saw everyone's curious faces, and finally thought about it, probably this mage named Du Fu would not dare to play with himself.

After slowly putting the Minghuo skull ring on the little finger carefully, a cloud of dark green gas suddenly burst out from the ring, floated above the ring for a few seconds, and then slowly returned to the ring.

With a thought in his mind, Allen suddenly saw a puff of smoke rising from the empty space next to him. After the smoke cleared, there stood two skeletons surrounded by green light, and the empty eyes of the two skeletons kept flickering Holding a miserable green flame, holding a skeleton staff in one hand, and a ball of green flame in the other.

Allen tried to command the two skeleton mages. The two skeleton mages threw the fireballs into a pony not far away at the same time. The green fireball that touched the pony exploded instantly, corroding continuously. The skin of the pony, accompanied by the howling of the pony, the green flames burned more and more intensely, until the pony stopped crying and fell to the ground, the flames began to go out, and the pony, which was originally fat and strong, became A pile of ashes.

This scene shocked the so-called savages from ear to ear, and many spectators covered their mouths.

After the flames were extinguished, another ball of miserable green fire appeared in the hands of the two skeleton mages.

"Damn, so domineering?" Allen touched the ring on his finger and couldn't put it down: "It's a must-have product for killing people, setting fires and destroying corpses."

"The Underworld Skull Ring has a cooling time, and it can only be summoned once a day. The Skeleton Mage ignores magic attacks, and will only be shattered if it takes physical damage."

Looking at the joyful Allen, Du Fu continued enviously: "The Skeleton Mage exists for a quarter of an hour, but it can be summoned again the next day. It is a masterpiece of the necromancer Oren Batejie more than 100 years ago. To think it ended up in the hands of savages in the Enchanted Desert."

"Oh, so it can only be used for 15 minutes a day." Allen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "But it's okay, it's better than nothing."

Babylon the Great also looked at Allen with envy. Although barbarians are not ashamed to use external forces to improve themselves, they are magic props. A human country may not have a magic prop. I heard that the previous generation of barbarians wore a magic prop. A magic item, but it was also brought into the tomb of the prophet of the chieftain tribe after his death.

Noticing the envious eyes of Babylon the Great, Allen said casually: "If you don't want to give it to you, it's all yours anyway, and whoever in the tribe uses it or not."

Kahn shook his head and said seriously: "This will not help me improve my own strength, you should use it."

"Deadhead." Allen shook his head helplessly.

Babylon the Great walked up to Alan and whispered, "Do you have anything else to ask? If there is nothing to ask, what will this human mage do? If he is released, he will definitely look for opportunities to retaliate against us in the future. The chief and I It means to kill him directly."

Babylon the Great pointed to Du Fu, who had pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, with a vicious expression on his face.

Looking at Du Fu, who looked like a hob meat just now, but now looks uneasy, Alan didn't want to kill, but he still hesitated, thought for a while and said: "First ask the brothers in the two tribes to watch it day and night. Well, maybe you can still use him."

"But he's a magician. With a wave of his hand, he might be able to summon some kind of ghost." Babylon the Great said worriedly, looking at the ring of the underworld fire skull.

Babylon the Great, who knew nothing about the magic pedigree, thought that the water system could also summon skeleton mages.

Allen said fiercely: "What's wrong with the magician, just pick off the tendons in the hands and feet and it's over."

"But he can say spells."

"Then cut off your tongue."

Seeing the ghostly thinking of two people not far away, Du Fu felt as if he was talking about himself, but the wind was too strong, and he could barely hear something like "picking up his tendons and cutting his tongue."

Looking at the malicious barbarians around him, Du Fu regretted that he had set foot on the ancient wilderness.

(End of this chapter)