About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

More than 40 years have passed, and the legend of Orser is no longer as scary to these new generations of treasure hunters as it was at the beginning.

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

As a result, the hunters once again spied on the treasures in the mountain city.

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

Although he was still strong, he was nowhere near as strong as before.

Although his movements were still neat, his speed was much slower than when he was at his peak.

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

however.

Soon, they discovered a fact that made them desperate.

Although this old warrior is already old, he is surrounded by several young warriors in their prime.

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

These warriors are all skilled in martial arts, and their movements show the style of old warriors.

Especially one of the warriors named Aoersa. Those old hunters who had seen Aoerse's heroic appearance when he was young, when they saw him, they even had the illusion of seeing Aoerse back then.

These old hunters immediately issued a warning. They told these young hunters that if they did not want to die, they should never try to hunt for the secret treasure of the mountain city.

However, how can the new generation of hunters who have never witnessed the shocking battle in Orse believe the advice of these old people?

In their eyes, treasure hunting and adventure, benefits and risks are inherently integrated.

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

Then, history repeated itself.

A new-generation hunter with great reputation raised his arms, and thousands of hunters responded collectively and headed towards the mysterious mountain city again.

Then, the whole army was wiped out.

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

The young warriors slaughtered them all with ease.

Then the treasure hunters fell silent again.

It's kind of funny.

In contrast, the mountain city is still as quiet as ever.

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

He was wearing a linen robe, with a hood covering his face, his back slightly stooped, and carrying a bamboo basket, he walked into the mountain city.

His strange attire attracted many people's attention.

Since it was time for hunters to invade, 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 traveling or if he was looking for someone.

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

"Uh, no, that's not necessary..." 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 thing to another big cat passing by behind him. .

"Would you like a pumpkin cookie, kid?"

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

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

Looking at the old man distributing cookies along the way, the big cat who came to ask questions and the big cat passing by looked at each other, and immediately turned their attention to the pumpkin cookie.

The crispy crust is caramel-colored and the yellow center looks extremely tempting.

The big cat swallowed and took a bite.

The crispy and sweet taste fills the entire mouth.

There is no doubt that this is a perfectly baked, delicious pumpkin cookie.

The two of them looked at the old man who was handing out pumpkin cakes 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 in triumph.

This time, they defeated their master faster than before.

Well, of course, there are many of them.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that they once again killed the thieves who tried to invade here and protected the peace of the city.

This will also be the most celebratory moment in this peaceful city in the past decade.

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

Suddenly, the whole city became lively.

Aosa kept moving forward surrounded by the crowd, laughing and bragging to people he knew about how brave his brothers had just been.

And just when they were about to reach the center of the mountain city, the strange old man walked out of the crowd and stopped just in front of Aosa.

At this time, the basket he was carrying was empty, with only a solitary biscuit lying quietly inside.

He raised his head and glanced at Aosa, then slowly took out the last piece of biscuit, handed it to Aosa, and asked: "Child, do you want a pumpkin biscuit?"

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

"Well, it tastes great, thank you," Osa smiled and gave a small salute 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 didn't take this episode seriously. He continued to enjoy the joy of victory and triumph with his companions, and walked all the way towards the square in the center of the city.

There, stood their master.

Seeing the apprentices whom he had personally taught return in triumph, the veteran warrior also showed a happy smile on his face.

Then, there was a lively celebration that lasted for a day.

In the evening, a bonfire was set up in the square and a stage was set up.

Residents took turns to take the stage, singing or dancing, which was very lively.

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

And during this bustling time, the strange old man appeared again.

Only this time, he didn't bring his basket. Instead, he held a flute in his hand.

After a resident finished singing one of his favorite songs, he took to the stage.

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

Musicians who can play instruments have always been popular in this city.

Then, as the residents looked on, the old man raised his flute.

Then, melodious music sounded from his flute.

The beauty of the music, the melodiousness of the melody, and the skill of the music were unheard of by anyone in the entire city.

After a while, people were fascinated by it.

Even Osa, who had never known how to appreciate music, closed his eyes and was completely immersed in the melodious music.

Until a scream sounded in his ears.

Ao Sa opened his eyes suddenly, only to see his junior brother's head being held in his hands, looking at him in disbelief.

At that moment, Aosa thought he was under 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 under an illusion.

This is the reality.

What was even more terrifying was that he found that his body was no longer under his control. Even though he desperately wanted to scream and struggle, he could only watch as his hands continued to exert force to crush his junior brother's head. Gotta smash.

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

"Are you crazy! Ossa!"

"What did you do!"

The roars of the fellow apprentices reached his ears, but Osa couldn't even do such a simple action as turning his head to look at them.

When it moved, it was his sharp claws.

Accompanied by a low roar that he didn't know if it was his own, he swung his sharp claws at the other junior brother next to him.

Fortunately, this claw was blocked by his master.

"Osa! Osa! What are you doing! Wake up!" His junior brother 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 flute! Stop letting that bastard play the flute! Make him stop! Then kill him!"

At this time, these brothers finally came to their senses and rushed towards the old man playing the flute.

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

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

Only the sound of the flute really sounded around.

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

From a rough rag robe, it gradually turned into a pitch black robe.

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

And on the cloak, eight interlaced blood stains exuded an ominous aura...

Among the crowd, blood spattered from time to time.

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

Orser was getting 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 had no choice but to immediately return to defense to deal with Aosa's attack.

However, even if they knew in their hearts that now was not the time to be soft-hearted, the young warriors still could not show their full strength against such a senior brother who they got along with day and night.

But Aosa was different. Although he cried heartbreakingly in his heart, and although he desperately wanted to take back his body, his body was still showing off all the skills he had learned throughout his life. A violent attack.

The techniques practiced by the big cats were never the martial arts that travelers said were used to deal with monsters.

They have fought against treasure hunters for hundreds of years, and all the skills they have practiced are pure killing techniques.

In the battle of killing techniques, any disadvantage and soft-heartedness will be infinitely magnified...

The same thing happened to not only Ossa, but also other people who lost control of their bodies.

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

finally……

The night passed.

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

Then, the flute stopped...

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

This is his master, a master like his father.

But he watched his uncontrollable hands kill him.

Lying around him were his senior fellow apprentices and brothers.

Until they die, they will not be able to kill themselves.

This is the city where he has lived all his life, and it is his home...

Now, there is only blood everywhere and countless corpses.