About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

More than forty years have passed, and the legend of Orser is not as scary as it was before for these new generation treasure hunters.

In comparison, the mysterious treasure there obviously arouses their interest more.

So, the hunters once again looked at the treasure of the mountain city.

And just as they thought, Orser was old at this time.

Although he was still strong, he was far less than before.

Although his movements were still sharp, his speed was much slower than when he was in his prime.

The hunters were ecstatic. This old guy was by no means an invincible guy...

However.

Soon, they discovered a fact that made them despair.

Although the old warrior was old, he was surrounded by several young warriors in their prime.

They were the apprentices of the old warrior and the children he adopted over the years.

These warriors were all martial arts, and their gestures showed the style of the old warriors in their youth.

Especially one of the warriors named Aosa. The old hunters who had seen Aolser's heroic figure when he was young even had the illusion of seeing Aolser in his youth.

These old hunters immediately issued a warning, telling these young hunters that if they didn't want to die, they should never try to get the secret treasure of the mountain city.

However, how could the new generation of hunters who had never seen Aolser's shocking battle believe the advice of these old people?

In their eyes, treasure hunting and adventure, benefits and risks are one and the same.

The secret treasure of the mountain city is worth such an adventure.

Then, history repeated itself.

A new generation hunter with a great reputation raised his arm and called out, and thousands of hunters responded collectively and rushed to the mysterious mountain city again.

Then, the whole army was wiped out.

Just like last time, not even a fart was left.

Those young warriors easily slaughtered them all.

Then, the treasure hunters fell into silence again.

It was quite funny.

In contrast, the mountain city was still as peaceful as usual.

On the same day when the treasure hunters were wiped out, an old man came to the gate of the mountain city.

He wore a linen robe, a hood covering his face, slightly hunched over, and walked into the mountain city with a bamboo basket.

His strange attire attracted many people's attention.

Because it was the time of the hunter invasion, the atmosphere in the mountain city was different from the past and seemed a little tense.

Soon, a male big cat took the initiative to find the old man and asked him if he was here for tourism or looking for someone.

The old man did not answer his question, but took out a caramel-colored biscuit from the basket and asked, "Child, do you want a pumpkin biscuit?"

"Uh, no, not really..." The male big cat waved his hand and was about to continue asking, but saw that the old man had already walked past him and asked the same question to another big cat passing by behind him.

"Child, would you like a pumpkin cookie?"

The passing big cat didn't react, took it subconsciously, thought about it, and said thank you.

The old man nodded slightly, then walked forward again, walked to the other person, and continued to ask the same question.

Looking at the old man distributing biscuits along the way, the big cat who came to ask questions and the big cat who passed by looked at each other, and then they both cast their eyes on the pumpkin biscuit.

The crispy crust glowed with caramel, and the yellow biscuit looked extremely tempting.

The big cat swallowed his saliva and took a bite gently.

The crispy and sweet taste filled the whole mouth.

There is no doubt that this is a delicious pumpkin biscuit that is baked just right.

The two looked at the old man who was walking and distributing pumpkin biscuits along the way, smiled at each other, and then dispersed.

It seems that he is just a strange traveler...

And not long after the two dispersed, the young warriors returned triumphantly.

This time, they solved their master faster than before.

Well, of course, they have more people.

But this is not important.

What is important is that they once again killed the thieves who attempted to invade here and protected the peace of the city.

This will also be the most celebratory moment for this peaceful city in the past ten years.

The news of their triumph quickly spread in the city, and the residents of the city took to the streets to celebrate for them.

For a time, the whole city became lively.

Osa kept moving forward in the crowd, laughing and bragging to familiar people about how brave his brothers were just now.

Just as they were about to reach the center of the mountain city, the strange old man walked out of the crowded crowd and stopped in front of Osa.

At this time, the basket he was carrying was empty, with only a lonely biscuit lying quietly in it.

He looked up at Osa, then slowly took out the last biscuit, handed it to Osa, and asked: "Child, do you want a pumpkin biscuit?"

"Ah, thank you," Osa thought it was an ordinary congratulation, and without thinking, he took the biscuit and threw it directly into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it directly.

"Well, it tastes great, thank you," Osa smiled and bowed to the old man.

The old man nodded and covered the basket in his hand with a cloth, turned around, and walked slowly into the crowd.

Osa did not take this little episode seriously. He continued to enjoy the joy of victory with his companions and walked all the way to the square in the center of the city.

There stood their master.

Seeing his apprentices return triumphantly, the old warrior smiled with satisfaction.

Then, there was a day-long celebration.

At night, a bonfire was lit in the square and a stage was set up.

The residents took turns to go on stage, singing or dancing, which was very lively.

As the protagonists of the celebration, the young warriors sat in the best seats, dealing with rounds of toasts and drinking bowl after bowl.

And just when it was so lively, the strange old man appeared again.

But this time, he didn't bring his basket, but a flute in his hand instead.

After a resident sang his best song, he walked onto the stage.

Looking at the flute in his hand, people applauded, after all, their racial structure determined that it was difficult for them to learn any musical instrument.

In this city, musicians who can play musical instruments have always been popular.

Then, under the gaze of the residents, the old man raised his flute.

Then, melodious music sounded from his flute.

The beauty of this music, the graceful melody, and the skillful technique were unheard of by people in the whole city.

Soon, people were fascinated by it.

Even Osa, who had never known how to appreciate music, closed his eyes unconsciously and immersed himself in this graceful music.

Until a scream sounded in his ears.

Osa opened his eyes suddenly, but saw his junior brother's head in his hands, looking at him in disbelief.

At that moment, Osa thought he was in an illusion.

However, the warm blood flowing through his hands and his extremely clear consciousness told him that this was not the feeling of being in an illusion.

This was the real scene.

What was even more terrifying was that he found that his body was no longer under his control. Although he tried desperately to scream and struggle, he could only watch his hands continue to exert force and crush his junior brother's head to pieces.

At the same time, screams were heard from all over the crowd.

"Are you crazy! Osa!"

"What did you do!"

The roars of his fellow apprentices reached his ears, but Osa couldn't even turn his head to look at them.

It was his claws that moved.

With a low roar that he didn't know if it was from himself, his claws swung at another fellow apprentice beside him.

Fortunately, this claw was blocked by his master.

"Osa! Osa! What are you doing! Wake up!" His fellow apprentice shouted loudly, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he couldn't understand what happened.

At this moment, they heard the master's roar.

"It's the sound of the flute! Don't let that bastard play the flute! Let him stop! And then kill him!"

At this time, these fellow apprentices finally came to their senses and rushed towards the old man who played the flute.

However, when they swung their attacks at the old man, they found that their attacks actually went straight through.

The old man's body slowly floated up, like an illusory phantom, visible but intangible.

Only the sound of the flute was really heard around.

In a trance, they even saw that the old man's clothes seemed to have changed.

From a rough rag robe, it gradually turned into a dark robe.

Behind him, there was a faint black cloak slowly floating.

And on the cloak, eight interlaced bloodstains were emitting an ominous breath...

In the crowd, blood spurted out from time to time.

People shouted in panic, trying to wake up their bewitched companions, but there was no effect. Their hesitation would only make their companions' claws cut their necks faster.

Ao Erse was old after all, and he seemed powerless to face the attack of his proud disciple.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other young warriors could only return to defense immediately to deal with Ao Sa's attack.

But, even if they knew that it was not the time to be soft-hearted, the young warriors still could not show their full strength to such a fellow apprentice who had been with them day and night.

But Ao Sa was different. Although he cried heartbreakingly in his heart and tried his best to take back his body, his body showed all the skills he had learned in his life and launched a fierce attack.

And the skills practiced by the big cats were never the martial arts used to deal with monsters as the travelers said.

They had fought against the treasure hunters for hundreds of years, and all the skills they practiced were outright killing techniques.

And in the fighting and confrontation of killing techniques, any disadvantage and softness would be infinitely magnified...

Not only Ao Sa, but also other people who lost control of their bodies encountered the same situation.

Chaos, blood and screams filled the entire city. In the melodious and beautiful flute sound, the tragedy of killing was completely out of control.

Finally...

One night passed.

As Osa, covered in blood, cut off Orser's head with his own hands, Osa was the only one left alive in the city.

Then, the sound of the flute stopped...

Osa held his master's head and knelt down with a plop.

This was his master, a master like his father.

But he watched his uncontrolled hands kill him.

Lying around him were his fellow apprentices, and also his brothers.

They couldn't kill him until they died.

This was the city where he had lived all his life, his home...

Now, there was only blood and countless corpses all over the ground.