Quadruple split.

Chapter 215 Clues of the Light of Apocalypse

From various perspectives, Huo Yanyang and Cordoba's heroic rescue of the old man was a coincidence. They originally wanted to find a young shaman named Taki to take a test here. I thought someone would come to attack here.

And the Duke of Dark Wing, a player with a considerable status among the low-level cultists in Whispering City, suddenly wanted to fight Qiufeng, and the two bumped into each other by chance.

What happened next is very clear. Huo Yanyang's [Enthusiasm Flying Kick] forcibly interrupted the old shaman's attempt to perish together, and Cordova killed the two cultists in a playful manner. Then he used extremely cruel means to 'twist' the Duke of Dark Wing who was trying to build a relationship into a mosaic. For details, you can imagine the feeling of wringing out the water after washing the towel. It shouldn't be too bad...

In short, the scene was extremely bloody.

Anyway, the old orc shaman probably had never seen a similar scene before, and he passed out with a creak when he opened his mouth.

"Are you squeezing juice?" Huo Yanyang looked at the rag-like corpse in the pool of blood with a blue face, retched twice, and then gritted his teeth fiercely at Cordoba: "You can't use health Some way to kill him?"

Cordova shook his arms, walked not far away and pulled out the Punisher's Staff M2K that was stuck upside down in another pool of blood: "That guy is too vicious, let him have a long memory, otherwise he will die again in a few minutes." A bitch."

"I understand the truth." Huo Yanyang covered his mouth and nose, turned his head away, and complained in disgust: "But can you not make the scene so bloody, I think it's a bit of a psychological quality to look at Can't take it."

Cordoba walked back with a smile, and while activating the healing rune in his palm that was better than nothing to restore the old shaman's strength, he looked at Huo Yanyang seriously: "The pain of 'that guy' here will be eliminated. It has been greatly attenuated, so you have to be ruthless all the time to make me remember, you should know this truth."

"I've said it all! I understand the truth!" Huo Yanyang twitched the corners of his mouth. He naturally knew that the player's pain in the world of innocence would be cut by half, and then cut by half on this basis, so even in the game Injury or death in Li will not be too unbearable, and it will hardly cause any psychological shadow...

Of course, the premise is not to die too badly or too often.

"If you understand you, don't talk about disgusting or not." Cordoba snorted, and looked back at the 'remains' of Dark Wing Duke and others: "Isn't it just a bunch of messy color blocks? What a disgusting thing."

Huo Yanyang froze for a moment, then couldn't help giving Cordoba a thumbs up, and said in a low voice: "Yes, you can do it! Those bones, intestines, and blood flying all over the sky are just a mess of color in your eyes. Already! Brother, you are probably not a chaotic evil!"

"No, I'm kind and neutral." Cordova frowned, scratched his head and said, "It's just a bunch of color blocks, where are the bones and intestines..."

Huo Yanyang stared wide-eyed: "Are you blind? You twisted that guy into a virtuous person and pretended not to see it!"

Cordova reacted for a moment, then patted his head lightly: "Oh yes! I know why!"

"Why?" Huo Yanyang looked at him in extreme confusion.

"Actually, when I first entered the game..."

Cordoba smacked his lips, and said in a very serious, deep, and reminiscent of the past: "I turned on the 'minor sensory protection'."

Huo Yanyang was startled at the time: "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Sensory protection for minors." Cordova grinned proudly, looking narrowly at Huo Yanyang: "You don't know, do you?"

Huo Yanyang's head was full of black lines: "Of course I know, but why do you, an adult, drive that thing!?"

"Why can't it be turned on? Reduce the pain percentage, optimize the visual senses, and remind the game time, why don't I use it?" Cordova said very naturally, proudly, and quite rightly: "Underage can't watch restricted movies. It doesn't mean that you can't watch children's films when you become an adult."

Huo Yanyang was stupefied at the time: "You are so... awesome..."

And the old shaman had also woken up leisurely at this moment. He stared blankly at the two of them for a long time before asking in a daze, "Where are those cultists?"

"It's everywhere~" Cordoba startled the old orc when he opened his mouth. After a pause, he said slowly: "It has turned into dust..."

"Could you stop playing the old tricks from decades ago!" Huo Yanyang interrupted with contempt on the side of the two-meter-tall (outside the game), already in his twenties, who was shamelessly driving the "Underage" Sensation Protection', turned his head and shook his head at the old orc and said: "Those guys are already dead. I am the war priest Huo Yanyang who just arrived in Sumer some time ago. This is just my friend. I came from Tianzhu Mountain. The giant baby Cordoba, who happened to pass by here."

"My name is Clancy, Clancy Thunder Stone, Wind Whisper Shaman." Clancy nodded gratefully to the two, stood up with difficulty holding the totem pole, and bowed slightly to Huo Yanyang: " I hope you and your friends can help me guard this place for a while, young priest, those insidious believers of evil gods have never appeared in this area before, I must report to the two prophets of the earth as soon as possible."

Huo Yanyang nodded, and slammed the drum on his waist twice: "Leave it to us."

"Thank you, excellent child." Clancy was immediately refreshed by the two drums, and then turned to Cordoba: "And you, a powerful friend of Tianzhu Mountain, your strength makes me My old bones are amazing."

Huo Yanyang curled his lips, but he had to admit that Cordoba was really strong, and he had a great advantage when facing those cultists!
"You are welcome." Cordoba waved his hand, and smiled modestly at Clancy: "Go back early, your two disciples are still waiting up there, that red-haired man is almost crying like a fool .”

Clancy blinked, "What did you say?"

"Ahem, I mean he's sad."

"oh oh."

five minutes later
Cordova and Huo Yanyang, who watched the old shaman leave, took out a small mat and sat down. This was made by Huo Yanyang after he came to Sumir. Secretly sold to the guardians of various places in the holy mountain for profit, and was almost smashed to death by Mundo with a totem pole after the matter was revealed...

"Neither is that tower base." Cordoba played with a piece of transparent crystal and sighed leisurely: "It feels like hope is getting slimmer."

Huo Yanyang shrugged his shoulders: "In the past three days, I have basically taken you to see all the big men and small geniuses in Sumir. Just now, Taki was born with the ability to communicate with the spirit of flames, and he was already famous a few years ago. Noisy, he doesn't meet your standards either?"

"It's not my standard." Cordova shook the enlightenment crystal in his hand, pouted and said, "It's its standard. If it lights up, it meets the standard. If it doesn't light up, it doesn't meet the standard. I said it doesn't count. .”

Huo Yanyang rolled his eyes: "Then there is no one to meet you, let's change to another place."

"That's what I planned too." Cordova nodded, and then said with a smile: "But if you want me to stay a little longer, you can help, anyway, there is no time limit for this task."

"As you have seen in the past two days, Su Mir's situation has 'stabilized'." Huo Yanyang scratched his angry red short hair, shook his head and said, "Those cultists may not be able to handle most of the surrounding areas around the main peak." place, and we don't have enough combat power to take down their Whispering City, so I don't know how long the stalemate will last, and you won't be of much help if you stay..."

Cordoba smacked his lips: "Isn't your place a holy mountain? Isn't it a holy place? Why don't you even have the fighting power to settle a cultist lair?"

"Holy land! You also said that this is a holy land, not a combat base!" Huo Yanyang raised his middle finger at Cordoba, spread his hands and said: "Pilgrims and resident combat power are two concepts, although there are indeed many powerful The guardians of the cult have stayed here all year round, but those cultists are not paper, you don’t know how evil their power is... Damn, you really don’t seem to know.”

Cordoba blinked innocently, he really didn't know.

That's right, even though this brother has fought many cultists head-on a few days ago, he still doesn't have the slightest understanding of the power of those guys. The reason is very simple...

The 'spells' of those Whispering Cultists don't work on him!

It doesn't work at all!
Those cultists who yelled 'you can't hit me' were knocked out by Cordova's rotating staff M2K, those who yelled 'your armor is worthless' couldn't even break 'Rune Body' Defensive, self-hypnotized 'your attacks are nothing' cultists...

The grass on the grave was several feet high.

You must know that even powerful prophets will be affected by those sorcerers. Although they are not afraid of those inexplicable interferences, 'level suppression' and 'immunity' are two different things.

Cordova is immune.

Any cultists who got involved with him, targeted him or were targeted by him were powerless to stop them, even if their throats were broken by barking, there was no way to save the dog's brain from being blown away.

You must know that this guy is driving the 'underage sensory protection', the scene is called a bloody...

But Cordoba, who is the person involved, was also very puzzled. In the end, he had to attribute the reason to Tianzhushan and Lu Wei, saying, "Maybe our style of painting is relatively non-mainstream, so it will not be affected."

"Forget it, people are more popular than people." Huo Yanyang tapped the drum on his waist, and smiled proudly: "As long as I don't compare myself with monsters like you, I think I'm still pretty strong, um, in the player field .”

Cordoba subconsciously remembered what happened to him in the Southwest Continent not long ago, and couldn't help shivering. He just smiled dryly and said, "It's as long as you are happy, um, as long as you are happy."

"Let's not talk about this." Huo Yanyang stretched his waist, took out another Maza and put his legs on it:, then turned to Cordoba and asked, "Where are you going at the next stop?" ? Do you need a brother to help you as a staff officer?"

The latter looked up and glanced at the southern sky: "I plan to go for a stroll in the sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?" Huo Yanyang scratched his abdominal muscles and asked curiously, "Is that the base of the Holy Cult Alliance?"

Cordova nodded lightly: "Yes, I plan to go to the City of Light over there to have a look, you think, what I'm looking for is not the Light of Apocalypse and the Shadow of Apocalypse, let's not talk about the Shadow of Apocalypse, in Don’t you think it’s a good idea to find the Light in the City of Light? I heard that there are some god-favored people over there, such as holy sons and holy women, what if I run into them.”

"I don't have a good impression of the people in the Sanctuary. The Whispering City where the cultists are located is sandwiched between Sumir and the northern part of the Sanctuary. Those magic sticks have not yet sent anyone to support them. We will send them all There are four or five messengers." Huo Yanyang curled his lips, complained a few words and then suddenly laughed: "But I do know a saint, she is said to be the Goddess of the Goddess of Dawn. 'Light of Apocalypse' request."

Cordoba glanced at him: "Blowing bragging, you, a little priest, can still know that kind of big man?"

"I really know each other. We even had dinner at the same table." Huo Yanyang chuckled, folded his arms and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Cordoba frowned: "Dined at the same table? Wait a minute... Could it be..."

"Yes, she is a player. We met at a party before. You can ask Yi Dong and Mo Tan, they were both there that day." Huo Yanyang bared his big white teeth and said with a smile : "That girl's name is Yuchen. She's pretty. She became the goddess of the dawn goddess as soon as she entered the game. She's a winner in life, but she's a little shy. Well, she has a great figure."

Cordova nodded solemnly: "I think there is something interesting. Mo is also a player. He is one of the lights of the apocalypse. Maybe Yuchen is the same. She should be in the city of light now, right? I'll leave as soon as possible."

"Not here." Huo Yanyang shook his head, took out a bag of spirits from his luggage (players under the age of [-] are not allowed to drink), took a sip, wiped his mouth and said: "I heard that she was in the Northeast recently. The southernmost part of the mainland is helping to solve a large-scale plague, and there seems to be a saint by her side."

Cordova got up suddenly: "Why didn't you say it earlier! Tell me the exact location, and then tell me the game nickname of that Yuchen, and I will set off as soon as possible."

Two saintesses!She is still the saint of the Aurora Sect!

Although he said he was not in a hurry, in fact Cordoba still attached great importance to his legendary task. The other party was a high-ranking member of the Dawn Sect and an acquaintance of his own friend. Naturally, he would not miss this opportunity.

"Don't worry, let's go to my mentor first and prepare some dry food for you."

"I have shades of things I can ride..."

"what?"

"Well, let me tell you a story about 'Gaffrey the Cat'..."

Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve: The End

(End of this chapter)