I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 270 The Game of the Ancient Gods

this moment.

Although Captain Shanwang knew he was doomed, a strange thought popped up in his mind: "In terms of insidiousness and cunningness, I am no match for the Canglan people."

It believes that among its many fellow tribesmen in the city-state, its level of cunning is definitely among the best.

But compared with the Canglan people, it feels inferior from the bottom of its heart.

next second.

The expected attack came.

"boom!"

Just heard a thunder.

The captain felt a terrifying force enveloping him.

At this time, it is at the transition node of "old strength has been exhausted and new strength has not yet been born".

The amount of strength that can be mobilized is less than one-tenth of the normal level.

It can only rely on its own physique and the ice armor on its body to withstand the enemy's attacks.

Another thought popped up in the captain's mind: "As expected of a Canglan man, he always plans everything so perfectly."

Subsequently.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The captain almost fainted from the pain.

This is a pain beyond imagination.

Every cell in my body seemed to be screaming madly, "It hurts so much."

And then.

The captain lost the sense of key parts such as limbs, shoulders, and tail.

It naturally understood that it was not that it could not sense it, but that these parts were blown up.

In other words, it's completely useless.

The captain couldn't bear it anymore and started screaming loudly.

"Ah~ah~"

Several seconds passed.

The captain finally regained some consciousness and began to breathe heavily.

It opened its eyes and saw a human figure that appeared dozens of meters ahead of it.

The captain was stunned for a moment, trying his best to endure the severe pain, and asked: "Are you the Canglan?"

It didn't want to embarrass the Mountain King Clan, nor did it want to show weakness in front of the Canglan people, so it tried its best to maintain a calm demeanor.

Yang Fan nodded: "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he moved his right hand slightly.

A broken cone tail without a tail needle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This is exactly the captain's cone tail.

The captain's pupils suddenly shrank, and a flash of anger flashed in them, mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

Yang Fan looked at the cone tail and said with a smile: "This is a good thing!"

The captain felt increasingly embarrassed.

For it, it was a huge humiliation that its tail was held in the hands of the enemy and played with.

"Woo~"

Yang Fan swung his cone tail, making a slight sound.

He talked freely: "I just found that facing the resistance brought by the force, this cone tail can reduce the impact to a surprising degree.

"The knowledge contained in the cone tail is very worthy of the Canglan civilization to learn."

The captain groaned in pain, but immediately forced himself to hold it back, and said sarcastically, "Is the way the Canglan people learn to dismantle the mountain king's cone tail?"

Yang Fan said as a matter of course: "If the Canglan civilization is strong enough, we definitely wouldn't mind doing this."

He paused and asked, "If the Mountain King Clan discovered the passage to Canglan Star, would you let the Canglan people go?"

The captain did not answer.

Yang Fan spread his hands and concluded: "So, weakness is the original sin."

The captain nodded slightly in approval: "I agree."

Yang Fan suddenly grinned: "Who are you?"

The captain was stunned.

"Woo~"

A sharp scream suddenly sounded.

The cone tail swung over quickly and brushed past the captain's face.

A sharp spike accurately pierced into a vertical pupil and dug out the eyeball.

"Ah~"

The captain wailed again.

Ice-blue blood quickly flowed out of its eye sockets.

Yang Fan said with contempt: "I am just a beginner fighter. You are a high-level fighter, but you can't even beat a beginner fighter. How dare you agree with me?"

In his dreams, he witnessed these mountain kings many times digging out the hearts of the Canglan people alive and eating them raw.

There were even many young children among them, and the scene was bloody and horrifying.

This primitive race is extremely cruel, so Yang Fan would torture them severely.

The captain lowered his head slightly, and the humiliation in his remaining vertical pupil became increasingly intense.

Damn the blue people!

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will pass the information back to the city-state, completely destroy the Canglan civilization, and turn all Canglan people into the most humble slaves!
The captain raised his head, and the humiliation in his pupils disappeared.

It said calmly: "Excuse me, your actions just now were meaningless."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "No! Everyone in Canglan who knows me knows that I never do meaningless things."

The captain's heart skipped a beat.

Yang Fan moved his right hand again.

A black wooden sculpture with a Buddha's face carved on its surface appeared out of thin air in the icy water.

The Buddha's face originally had a shifty look, but the moment it felt the ice water, it suddenly turned into a grinning look.

It couldn't help but cried out: "It's so cold~"

Yang Fan asked curiously: "You are just a piece of wood. Is wood afraid of cold?"

Buddha said obediently: "Supreme Master, my body is indeed made of wood and is not sensitive to temperature, but my soul can sense the environment."

This thing looked around for a few times and said, "I don't like cold environments."

The captain looked surprised and asked, "Is this a trick weapon?"

The Buddha-faced man ignored the Mountain King Clan, as if the latter did not exist at all, and continued to look at his master with a flattering expression.

The captain was even more surprised.

It has seen many strange weapons in the city-state, but the characters of these things are worse than each other.

It had never seen a strange weapon being so respectful to its master. The captain looked at the wood carving, then at Yang Fan, and suddenly remembered the sentence "I never do meaningless things", and felt a little uneasy.

The woodcarving sensed the captain’s thoughts and the owner’s intentions, and then answered the captain’s doubts: “When emotions fluctuate violently, the mind is often prone to cracks.

"Your mental power is quite strong. It is not easy to spy on your thoughts. The master stimulated you in this way, and I took the opportunity to find a crack in your mind."

The captain was shocked: "You are the eavesdropper."

The woodcarver looked at his master and proactively explained, "According to the Mountain King Clan, an eavesdropper is a person or thing that has the ability to listen to minds."

It suddenly showed a greedy look: "Supreme Master, can I have a bite of meat?"

Buddha Face immediately emphasized: "Just a small bite is enough. This is the first time I have encountered such delicious food. I really can't help myself."

The captain was shocked and angry.

This guy found himself extremely unlucky. He was treated like a slave by the Canglan people and abused, and was treated as food by the strange weapon.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. The captain could only comfort himself that "a small bite" was not too much and it would pass if he just endured it.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Of course!"

The voice just fell.

The captain felt a sharp pain and howled "Ah" again.

It looked down and found that a large part of its abdomen had disappeared out of thin air.

The captain wanted to curse in his heart.

This is called a "small bite"?
Yang Fan asked, "Countless ancient skeleton spaces are born in the Cold Abyss every year. The Mountain King Clan has obtained so many 'ancient skeleton relics' from the Cold Abyss. Where did these relics go in the end?"

The captain tried his best to concentrate his thoughts and not think about any information related to the ancient relics to avoid being listened to.

Because it knew that as long as the Canglan people obtained all the information they wanted to know from its brain, the other party would kill it without mercy.

The longer you persist, the longer you will live.

Buddha glanced at the captain and laughed: "You actually dreamed of passing the information back to the city-state. How interesting!"

The captain turned a deaf ear.

Buddha Face added: "You may not know that the Supreme Master has already made arrangements. The Master will help you send out a distress message."

The captain could no longer hold back and cursed: "Canglan people, I will curse you forever!"

How could this guy not know that this treacherous Canglan man was planning to use his own team to fish.

If another team saw the distress message and broke into the ancient skeleton space, they would definitely be killed by the Canglan people.

It had already overestimated the insidiousness of the Canglan people, but it did not expect that the Canglan people were even more cunning than it imagined.

The captain quickly regained his composure and continued to hold the mental defense line.

Buddha Face laughed and said, “Master, I just found another mental crack and found the answer you wanted from this idiot’s brain.

"The ancient remains collected by each city-state were sent to a higher-level city-state, and eventually gathered in the largest city-state of the Mountain King Clan, the so-called 'Eternal City-State'.

“Rumors are circulating in every city-state that the three demigods of the Mountain King Clan have been competing to see who has collected more ancient relics.

"It is certain that the gossip is not groundless, otherwise the Ancient Skeleton Space would not have become the highlight of the Ice God Trial."

The captain couldn't help but say, "The news about the demigod's order has long been confirmed to be a rumor. An ordinary soldier like me can enter the ancient skeleton space. How could the demigods pay attention to such a trivial matter?"

Buddha Face curled his lips and said, "Only a fool like you would think this is a rumor. Have you ever thought about why someone would associate demigods with the ancient skeleton space?"

The captain ignored the wooden sculpture and taunted, "Canglan people, your civilization probably hasn't even produced its first venerable. Are you planning to take advantage of a demigod? This is ridiculous!"

Yang Fan didn't say anything, just was in deep thought.

Buddha-faced man said bluntly: "Not only does the Canglan civilization not have a Venerable, even the first knight has not been born yet. The master is the first warrior of the Canglan civilization.

"As for you, as a squad of warriors from a powerful primitive race, you were fooled around by warriors from a newly arrived civilization. I really don't understand who is more ridiculous."

This is simply a critical blow that penetrates deeply into the soul.

The captain shut himself off.

But it cannot be refuted because it is the fact.

A few seconds passed.

Yang Fan said slowly: "If my guess is correct, the Ice God Trial of the Mountain King Clan is likely to involve the game of ancient gods."

The captain was stunned.

What are the ancient gods?
Buddha Face sensed the captain's thoughts and showed contempt: "You still call yourself the original powerful tribe all day long, but you don't even know the ancient gods."

It immediately explained: "The ancient gods are the creators of the original world. The original world is essentially the game of the ancient gods."

The captain was shocked.

Buddha's face was even more disdainful: "How ignorant you are."

It looked at its master again and asked, "Master, what do you mean by the ancient god game?"

Yang Fan explained casually: "The ancient remains that the Mountain King Clan is searching for, although the word 'ancient' is in their names, are not ancient relics from a long time.

"In fact, I personally think that the more accurate name should be the God's Relics, and the Ancient Skeleton Space should be called the God's Skeleton Space."

“Because these relics are essentially derivatives of the ancient gods’ power, the demigods of the Mountain King Clan attach great importance to them.

“It’s just that the top warriors of the Mountain King Clan, out of some concerns, deliberately concealed this news from the middle and lower levels.

“I can be sure that behind the Mountain King Clan, there is a powerful ancient god standing 100%, and the demigods are just carrying out the orders of this being. This is indeed not a rumor.

“And the real purpose of this ancient god’s continuous collection of divine items is most likely to weaken another ancient god.

“The Mountain King Clan found a divine bone space and searched for several divine bone relics, but it did not have much impact on the other ancient god.

"But countless mountain kings have persisted for thousands or tens of thousands of years, searching every corner of the Frost Abyss. They can indeed significantly influence another ancient god."

The captain felt like he was listening to a fairy tale.

It instinctively thought that the Canglan people were talking nonsense, and that the ancient gods and divine powers were all groundless fantasies.

But its intuition told it that the Blue Man was not talking nonsense.

And logically speaking, this set of arguments is self-consistent.

Yang Fan suddenly had an idea: "My previous guess may be wrong. The one who stretched out his claws towards the Arctic ice field may not have completely fallen."

The logic here is simple.

If the Ancient God of the Icefield was really dead, why would the Ancient God of the Mountain King Clan go to so much trouble to do this?
This is obviously a game between two ancient gods.

It is also the deepest secret of the original world.

Yang Fan gathered his thoughts and felt it was a bit absurd: "I'm just a low-level warrior. Why should I worry about the ancient god?"

At this time.

The captain couldn't help but ask a question: "Canglan people, what is the purpose of the two ancient gods fighting?"

Judging from this question, this guy has implicitly agreed with the idea of ​​"Game of Ancient Gods".

Yang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to it.

The woodcarver laughed at him unceremoniously: "You are just a poor frog in a well. Now that you have heard what your master said, you have finally broadened your horizons, right?"

The captain's single eye flickered, and he wished he could smash the wooden sculpture into pieces with one punch.

Too cheap!
The wooden sculpture continued to taunt: "Hey! You, a useless piece of shit without arms or legs, actually want to hit me? Besides, even if you are at your strongest, you can't do anything to me."

The captain closed his eyes and stopped looking at the wood carving.

The woodcarver smiled and said, "Let's go!"

The captain opened his one eye and asked in confusion: "Where are we going?"

The woodcarver chuckled and said, "The master has learned the information you want to know, and has decided to send you on your way."

The captain was horrified.

(End of this chapter)