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

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

"It's really because of the soul in the weapon, right?" A Potato Boy sighed, "That's great, I want it too..."

"There will always be some in the future. Grandpa will help us collect them gradually," another potato boy pawed at the water. "Anyway, as long as I eat and drink enough, I will be happy."

"That's true."

The potato boys were muttering to each other. Unknowingly, this huge liquid ball with a diameter of nearly ten meters had shrunk by half. Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, there began to be some quarrels among the potatoes. After squeezing, they all simply jumped out, giving up the remaining liquid to Potato Boy with the double knives, and turned their attention to the nearby crystal can.

"What's in this?" asked a potato boy in confusion.

"I don't know, maybe it's for making wine, octopus or something like that?" a potato boy answered.

"Is there anyone who uses octopus to make wine?" Another potato boy asked, "There are so many roots, they are ginseng, right?"

"That's right," the potato boy from before suddenly realized, "Isn't that a great supplement?"

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

As a result, before he finished speaking, he saw another Potato Boy running to the door and pulling his stick in, then swung his stick and smashed it against the huge crystal.

There was a loud crash, and a big hole was instantly knocked out of the fragile crystal.

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

Unexpectedly, with a chirp, the pitch-black monster exploded instantly, turning into traces of black mist and dissipating in place.

"Huh? Why are you missing?" The potato boy was stunned.

"Hou, you're dead. It's all your fault!" protested Potato Boy next to him.

"No, it's all soaked in wine. Shouldn't he be dead in the first place?" Potato Boy holding the stick looked confused.

"Hey, if you die, just die. Let's drink the soup first." The other Potato Boy didn't care and jumped in with a pop, "I'll make this pot first, and you can try something else later."

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

So they gathered around Potato Boy with the stick and went to smash the second crystal jar.

This time they were more careful. After smashing the jar, they did not use sticks to poke the "ginseng" inside. Instead, they carefully reached out and tried to fish out the contents with their hands.

However, they still failed.

As soon as their hands touch the strange hundred-eyed monster, the thing will immediately turn into a burst of black mist, and then slowly dissipate along the crack of the crystal jar.

The potatoes are at their wits end now.

I originally thought that this "ginseng soaked in wine" would be a great tonic, but I didn't know that this thing was of no use, I couldn't even touch it, and I couldn't eat it even if I wanted to.

"So has it soaked for too long?" Potato Boy with a stick stirred the liquid in the jar.

"Can ginseng melt after soaking?" Potato Boy beside him scratched his head.

"Then how do I know? I've never really seen it," the potato boy holding the stick muttered, "Just tell me whether you want to drink it or not?"

"This has ginseng soaked in it, so I'll definitely drink it," said Potato Boy on the side, and also jumped in.

Then, the potato boy with the stick smashed the crystal cans around one by one, and the group of boys soaked into the jars one by one. There were five crystal jars, just enough for the five of them to drink, and they didn't even forget it. He carried a vat to the door and asked Yuan to put his roots in and drink together.

Probably knowing that they were in the enemy camp, the Potato Boys 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 rather, underneath the area where the liquid ball once floated.

Because there is no trace of any liquid at all at this moment. What is there is only the body of a potato boy, which is about the same height as a human being.

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

Then, his figure slowly changed, and turned into the appearance of the previous owner of the pair of swords - the Ninth King's Cavalry.

The body is slender, with forward and backward curves, but above the head it is 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 it this way..." said Potato Boy, who was holding two knives, and his figure began to slowly change.

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

On top of that, he has no hair, choosing instead to have a bald head, and the green hair that was supposed to serve as leaves instead becomes a beard on his face.

Yes.

Green beard.

Then, he held the two knives in his hands, swung them twice in the air, flashed his chest muscles at the other brothers, and said in a rather proud tone: "What do you think now?"

"Okay!" A group of potatoes clapped.

"It looks so fierce!" a potato echoed.

"There is an aura that can block the killing of gods!" Another potato agreed.

"Okay, then it's decided," Tudou, holding a pair of swords, jumped out of the magic circle, "Let's go back to find grandpa."

However, before he finished speaking, he only heard a muffled clang at the door, and a big hole was blasted out of the heavy iron door.

At the entrance of the cave, mini Liu Ji's figure slowly condensed. He looked at the big hole in the iron door and let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, although his body has become smaller, his moves are still powerful. He can't achieve the power of blasting half a tower with one punch, and he can barely open a hole in the door.

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

Potato boys, look at me and I look at you, with hands spread out and an innocent look on your face.

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

In fact, he was right when he thought about it. The tyrant's soldiers were just a bunch of inflatable self-propelled humanoids. It was doubtful whether they had a canteen or not.

As long as everything is fine, no matter what they ate, now...

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

Then he froze, and then blurted out an exclamation: "Fuck, Kui!"

The potato was stunned and asked, "What? From now on, my name will be Kui?"

"Ah..." Liu Ji was stunned for a moment.

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

If you want to talk about why the word "Kui" came out of his mouth, it is because the appearance of the kid in front of him is clearly a potato version of Kratos.

But why?

How come these brats even know about Master Kui?

Could it be that their knowledge and memories really came from themselves?

No, it doesn’t have to be difficult. This comes from me. I just don’t know how much they have absorbed.

Anyway, it's impossible to absorb them all, otherwise they wouldn't behave so devoid of common sense.

but……

This really saved him the trouble of naming it.

"Then, your name will be Liu Erkui from now on," Liu Ji announced.

"Yes!" Potato Boy looked very happy to mention his new name.

Ok……

The full name is as earthy as ever.

From now on, just call me Kui.

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

"No, now is not the time to talk about this," Liu Ji slapped his forehead and shouted loudly, "The wind is tight! Everyone retreat with me!"

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

When the potato boys saw this, although they couldn't figure out what was going on, they hurriedly ran away with Liu Ji.

They ran along the way they came, rushed directly back to the underground passage, then got directly into the soil on the side, and left here as fast as possible.

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

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

"I didn't do anything," Liu Ji responded, "I just discovered their, uh, how should I say, armory? Armory? Anyway, that's pretty much it. They came here, and they happened to have bombs in the warehouse. I simply borrowed it and blew up the warehouse for them."

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

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

"Ah ha, no, actually I'm quite full now," one of the potatoes said with a smile, "I just drank a lot of ginseng-infused wine."

"Ah? Wine brewed with ginseng?" Liu Ji had a subtle look on his face.

No, such a thick iron door, the decoration inside, and those giant crystal cans, even though they were smashed by the brats, you can still see how gorgeous it must have been before.

Turns out it was filled with ginseng-infused wine?

Damn it, are all wine cellars in other worlds this high-end?

"Really, is it really wine brewed with ginseng?" Liu Ji looked at Yuan doubtfully.

"Uh, I guess so. It tastes good, as good as wine," Yuan responded.

Liu Ji looked at Kui again.

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

Liu Ji: "???"

He always felt that something was wrong.

But can't tell.

And are there ginseng in this world?

Ok……

He didn't understand. Forget it, it wasn't important. He had blown up someone else's base. It was estimated that someone else's general would have to withdraw his troops and come back to look for people. He had to go back quickly. To be on the safe side, it would be safer to move Ya Yin and others with him.

Thinking of this, Liu Ji accelerated his speed again and rushed towards his own body.

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

The seventh king was holding his sword tightly, looking up at the sky, but his body was already riddled with holes in countless transparent chains.

The blood slowly dripped down the transparent chain, shining with dazzling colors in the sunlight.

The handsome Elf Ranger landed slowly and stood in the arrow formation composed of one hundred and eight arrows.

Then, as several rays of light flashed, several figures wearing robes, covering their faces, and holding staffs appeared around him, forming a circle and surrounding the immobile body of the Seventh King. in it.

And on each of them, there is a magic crest that symbolizes the highest arcane achievement and is the symbol of the Grand Mystic Master.

The soldiers nearby looked at them, all stunned.

They didn't understand the origin of this group of mysterious people who suddenly appeared, and they didn't receive any instructions on their actions. Therefore, they could only stand there for a while and wait for orders.

In their queue, Mowente also stood aside blankly.

Even though others didn't know where these people came from, he still knew.

The name Mystic Sanctuary is full of mysterious aura for most people, but in Snow's mouth, it is often devalued as worthless.

Although Mo Wente always likes to follow Snow and angrily complain about the Mystic Sanctuary, he actually knows very well that the most mysterious organization in the world, which symbolizes the top level of arcane magic in the world, has its foundation and strength. How unfathomable.

But, because of this, it was also difficult for him to have a good impression of this organization.

To say why, after all, as the organization in the entire continent that is most likely to have the strength to arm-wrestle with the tyrant's troops, they have never appeared on a frontal battlefield against the tyrant.

At least, not in the name of the Mysterious Sanctuary.

For example, the legendary ranger Deidel often appears on certain local battlefields, but he does not represent the Mystic Sanctuary, but only represents himself.

However, in this world...