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

"Indeed," a young potato nodded, "exactly the same."

"Is it because of the soul in the weapon?" A young potato sighed, "That's great, I want it too..."

"There will be some in the future, wait for grandpa to help us collect them slowly," another young potato dug in the water, "Anyway, as long as I am full and satisfied, I will be happy."

"That's true."

The young potatoes were muttering to each other, and before they knew it, the huge liquid ball with a diameter of nearly ten meters had shrunk by half. Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, the potatoes began to squeeze each other, and they simply jumped out, giving the remaining liquid to the young potato with two knives, and turned their attention to the nearby crystal cans.

"What's in it?" a young potato asked in confusion.

"I don't know, it's for soaking wine, octopus or something like that?" a young potato replied.

"Does anyone use octopus to soak in wine?" another potato boy asked, "With so many roots, it must be ginseng, right?"

"Yes," the potato boy suddenly realized, "Isn't it a great tonic?"

"It seems so, so what? Take it out and eat it?" a potato boy suggested.

Before he finished speaking, he saw another potato boy running to the door and forcibly pulling his stick in, then swinging the stick and hitting the huge crystal.

There was a loud bang, and a big hole was knocked out of the fragile crystal in an instant.

Then, the potato boy poked the "ginseng" inside with a stick.

Who knew that with a snap, the dark monster exploded instantly, turning into a wisp of black mist and dissipating on the spot.

"Huh? Why is it gone?" The potato boy was stunned.

"Hey, it's dead, it's all your fault!" The potato boy next to him protested.

"No, it's soaked in wine, shouldn't it be dead?" The potato boy with the stick was confused.

"Hey, if he dies, he dies. Let's drink the soup first," another potato boy didn't care and jumped in with a plop. "I'll take care of this pot first. You can try other things later."

The potatoes looked at each other and felt the same way. After all, there were so many jars here, so there was no need to worry about one jar.

So they surrounded the potato boy with the stick and smashed the second crystal jar.

This time they were much more careful. After smashing the jar, they didn't use the stick to poke the "ginseng" inside. Instead, they stretched out their hands carefully and tried to fish out the things inside.

However, they still failed.

As long as their hands touched the weird hundred-eyed monster, the thing would immediately turn into a black mist, and then slowly dissipate along the broken mouth of the crystal jar.

The potatoes were at a loss now.

I originally thought that this "ginseng wine" was a great tonic, but who knew that this thing was useless and could not be touched, and there was no way to eat it.

"So it's been soaked for too long and melted?" The potato boy with a stick stirred the liquid in the jar.

"Can ginseng melt?" The potato boy scratched his head.

"How should I know? I haven't really seen it," the potato boy with a stick muttered, "Just tell me if you want to drink it or not?"

"If it's soaked with ginseng, I will definitely drink it," the potato boy on the side said, and jumped in.

Then, the potato boy with a stick smashed the surrounding crystal jars one by one, and a group of kids soaked in the jar one by one. There were five crystal jars, just enough for the five of them to drink. They even didn't forget to move one jar to the door and let Yuan put his roots in to drink together.

Probably knowing that they were in the enemy camp, the potatoes ate very quickly. In just a few minutes, they sucked up all the blue liquid in the entire area.

Then, they gathered together under the liquid ball floating in the air.

Or, under the area where the liquid ball once floated.

Because at this moment, there was no trace of a drop of liquid. There was only a potato boy's body that was about the same height as a human.

The potato boy held two knives in his hands and slowly fell to the ground.

Then, his figure slowly changed, and he turned into the appearance of the previous owner of the two knives - the Ninth King Rider.

His figure was slender, with a protruding front and a curved back, but above the head was a mess.

The potato boy looked at his body, frowned, and muttered: "Why are my arms and legs so thin? I feel so weak."

"Indeed," the potato boys on the side nodded in agreement.

"Well, let me think about it, let's do this..." The potato boy holding the two knives said, and his figure began to slowly change.

His muscles began to bulge, his physique became taller and taller, and his head gradually became more concrete, turning into a resolute and fierce man's face.

Most importantly, he had no hair, but chose to be a bald head, and the green hair that should have been used as leaves turned into a beard on his face.

Yes.

Green beard.

Then, he grasped the two knives in his hands, swung them twice in the air, showed his chest muscles to the other brothers, and said in a rather proud tone: "How are we now?"

"Good!" A group of potatoes applauded.

"Looks very fierce!" a potato echoed.

"There is an aura of killing gods and gods!" another potato echoed.

"Okay, that's it," the potato holding the two knives jumped off the magic circle, "Let's go back to find grandpa."

However, before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled bang at the door, and the heavy iron door was blasted with a big hole.

At the entrance of the hole, the figure of mini Liu Ji slowly condensed, looking at the big hole in the iron door, and he let out a sigh.

Fortunately, although his body became smaller, his moves were still powerful. He couldn't achieve the power of the previous punch that blasted half of the tower, but he could still barely make a hole in the door.

"So, where is the canteen? What is this?" Liu Ji looked at the mess on the ground with a subtle expression.

The potatoes looked at each other, spread their hands, and looked innocent.

Liu Ji scratched his head and didn't know what to say.

In fact, he thought about it and it was right. The tyrant's soldiers were a bunch of inflatable self-propelled humanoids. It might be hard to say whether there was a canteen.

Anyway, it's okay. No matter what they ate, now...

Liu Ji's eyes fell on the potato boy holding the double swords.

Then he was stunned, and then blurted out a cry of surprise: "Fuck, Kui!"

The potato was stunned and asked in confusion: "What? From now on, I will be called Kui?"

"Ah..." Liu Ji was stunned.

Well, it's not impossible, but that's not what he meant.

If you want to know why he blurted out the word Kui, it's because the boy in front of him looks like a potato-like copy of Kratos.

But why?

How come these guys even know Kratos?

Could it be that their knowledge and memory really came from me?

No, there's no need to be surprised, this is definitely from me, but I don't know how much they have absorbed.

Anyway, it's impossible to absorb all of it, otherwise they wouldn't behave so ignorantly.

But...

This really saved him the trouble of naming.

"Then, you will be called Liu Erkui from now on," Liu Ji announced.

"Yes!" The potato boy who got a new name seemed very happy.

Well...

It's just that this full name is as rustic as ever.

From now on, just call him Kui.

After all, who still remembers that Yuan's full name is Liu Yiyuan.

"No, this is not the time to talk about this," Liu Ji slapped his forehead and shouted, "The wind is strong! Follow me!"

After that, he was the first to run towards the hole at the door.

Seeing this, the potatoes hurriedly followed Liu Ji, although they didn't understand what happened.

They ran all the way back to the underground passage, and then directly drilled into the mud on the side, leaving here at the fastest speed.

Just a few dozen seconds after walking, everyone felt a violent vibration behind them.

"Grandpa? What did you do?" Yuan asked in surprise through blood connection.

"I didn't do anything," Liu Ji responded, "I just found their, uh, how to say, arsenal? Arsenal? Anyway, that's about it. Since I'm here, and they have bombs in their warehouse, I just borrowed them and blew up the warehouse for them."

"Where's the food in the warehouse?" asked a potato.

"Are you so hungry?" Liu Ji looked subtle, "I haven't asked you what you ate just now."

"Aha, no, actually I'm quite full now," a potato said with a smile, "I just drank a lot of ginseng wine."

"Ah? Ginseng wine?" Liu Ji looked subtle.

No, such a thick iron door, the layout inside, those giant crystal cans, although they were smashed by the kids, you can also see how gorgeous they were before.

It turned out that there was ginseng wine in it?

What the hell, are the wine cellars in the other world so high-end?

"Really, is it really ginseng wine?" Liu Ji looked at Yuan in confusion.

"Well, it seems so. It tastes good, as good as wine," Yuan responded.

Liu Ji looked at Kui again.

"Well, I think it tastes good too. Thanks to those wines, I have grown up," Kui said seriously.

Liu Ji: "???"

He always felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell.

And is there ginseng in this world?

Hmm...

I don't understand, forget it, it doesn't matter. After bombing other people's bases, it is estimated that other generals will withdraw their troops and come back to find people. He has to go back quickly. For the sake of safety, it is safer to take Ya Yin and others to move.

Thinking of this, Liu Ji speeded up again and rushed towards his own body.

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In front of the Samothrace fortress, the corpses of the tyrant's army piled up into a sea of ​​blood.

The seventh king knight held his long sword tightly and looked up at the sky, but his body had been pierced with countless transparent chains.

Blood slowly dripped down the transparent chain, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The handsome elf ranger slowly landed and stood in the arrow formation composed of 108 arrows.

Then, accompanied by several flashes of light, several figures wearing robes, covering their faces, and holding staffs appeared around him, forming a circle, surrounding the immobile body of the Seventh King Knight.

And each of them had a magic emblem on their body, which symbolized the highest achievement of arcane magic and was a symbol of the Great Mystic.

The nearby soldiers looked at them and were all stunned.

They didn't understand the origins of this group of mysterious people who suddenly appeared, and they didn't receive any instructions about the action, so he and they could only stand there and wait for a while.

In their ranks, Moven also stood aside.

Although others did not know the origins of these people, he still knew them.

The name of the Mystic Sanctuary is full of mystery to most people, but it is often devalued by Jon Snow.

Although Moven usually likes to follow Jon Snow's anger at the Mystic Sanctuary, he actually knows very well how unfathomable the foundation and strength of this most mysterious organization in the world, which symbolizes the world's top arcane level, are.

But, because of this, he also has a hard time feeling good about this organization.

To explain why, after all, as the organization with the most potential to compete with the Tyrant Army in the entire continent, they have never appeared on the frontal battlefield against the Tyrant.

At least, they have not appeared in the name of the Mystic Sanctuary.

For example, the legendary ranger Daedel does often appear on some local battlefields, but he does not represent the Mystic Sanctuary, but only represents himself.

However, in this world...