Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 139 Hexagram 8

Chapter 139 Gossip
Zhou Leng's team was in high spirits, and the five orcs on the other side were obviously confused.

Soon, Zhou Leng stopped attacking head-on and used Bagua Step to contain the orcs, creating one flaw after another.

Soon, it became seven against four.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The four orcs on the opposite side panicked and two of them quickly lay down.

The last two trapped beasts still fought and even went crazy.

The seven people retreated tacitly, either dodging or blocking, and did not attack anymore.

In less than three minutes, the two mad orcs lost momentum and were surrounded by seven people.

The two orcs wanted to use Violent Blood Bone, but were interrupted by Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie.

Soon, the seven people killed the last two orcs.

Molten Hammer picked up a sledgehammer, smashed each of the nine orcs' heads, and then sat down on the spot.

"It's much more dangerous than the mechanisms and skeleton warriors." said Molten Hammer.

Zhou Leng glanced at Zhang Xinglie.

Zhang Xinglie had taken off his clothes and checked his injuries. His body was covered with bruises and there were two large wounds from being hit by an axe.

Behind him, a two-foot-long wound opened diagonally, revealing a scarlet color.

Zhang Xinglie said: "I dodged quickly, only the wounds were minor."

Zhou Leng walked over and helped Zhang Xinglie apply external medicine and bandage the wound.

The five dwarves also rescued each other.

Everyone was covered in blood, but fortunately no one was seriously injured.

Zhou Leng only had his left hand injured, the rest of his body was just scratched.

Molten Hammer said, "Take out the witch skin quickly."

Zhou Leng took out the witchcraft skin and placed it on the wound of the demigod orc descendant.

The witch skin emits a faint glow and quickly drains the orcs' blood.

Soon, an irregular crystal the size of a grain of rice condensed on the surface of the witch skin.

"That'll do." said Rong Hammer.

Zhou Leng wrapped the demigod's blood essence with witchcraft leather and put it into the magic bag.

"How are you guys?" Zhou Leng asked.

"No problem." The dwarves said one after another.

"Are the orcs so powerful? They are completely different from what I encountered in the Demon City of Beidu." Zhang Xinglie said.

"They are more powerful than the orcs I encountered." Zhou Leng said.

Molten Hammer said, "Which orc who can enter the ancient king's treasure is not an elite? Thanks to Zhang Xinglie's roaring to death at the beginning, otherwise we would have lost at least two people."

Zhou Leng rested for a while, then stood up and gathered the things from the nine orcs together.

Only the descendants of the demigod orcs have magic bags, while other orcs carry leather bags.

Zhou Leng poured out everything.

Molten Hammer stood up and kicked away a lot of debris.

“This is garbage, this is garbage…”

The other four dwarves remained motionless, allowing the Hammer to take charge.

"Let's divide these. As expected of a descendant of a demigod orc, you have a lot of blood and bones. Why is there an animal skin book?"

Molten Hammer picked it up and saw that it was a book written in orcish and divine script. He cursed, "Bad luck."

Throw it aside.

Zhou Leng remembered that the first orc he killed was the thinnest.

This animal skin book is what was in his leather bag.

Could it be the beastman’s divine scrivener?
Zhou Leng picked up the animal skin book and slowly flipped through it.

Zhou Leng could only speak a small amount of Orcish and could not read it fluently, but he recognized most of the sacred texts in it.

So, I used the magic watch to take pictures and converted the Orc language into Chinese characters.

After a quick look, I found it was a study notebook that recorded the orcs' knowledge of divine writing, as well as some divine writing that humans did not have.

After Molten Hammer counted the spoils, he distributed the usable ones to everyone and put the rest into the Magic Bag.

Rongchui said, "The magic bag is too valuable, and the other things are too complicated. How about keeping them first and distributing them after they come out?"

"That's good." Zhang Xinglie said.

This battle was far more exhausting than the previous ones.

The seven people found a corner and took medicine, ate meat, closed their eyes and rested, or even took a nap.

Zhou Leng only rested for a while, and then quickly read through the divine beast skin book with the help of the translation of the magic watch.

I learned a lot of new knowledge from it.

Moreover, a big secret was discovered from it.

After gathering their strength, the seven of them stood up and took a walk around this land that appeared to be a land of thunder but was actually a land of wind.

Molten Hammer said, "This Wind Land... no, Thunder Land has three passages. Which one do I choose?"

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng, but Zhou Leng did not answer and said, "Long Hammer, do you know why the orcs came to this ancient king's treasure?"

"It's just a fight between tribes, trying to stop each other, and seeing if we can find anything. What else could it be?"

Zhou Leng held up the animal skin book and said, "There is an interesting thing recorded in it. Flower of High Earth, is this name familiar to you?"

The five dwarves' faces changed slightly. Ale said, "Of course she is familiar. She is a famous female demigoddess of the orcs. She is most famous for trying to seduce our grandfather, the Mountain Forge, but failed. She got angry and sent orcs to harm us many times."

After Zhou Leng finished translating, Zhang Xinglie's eyes widened. Is the history of dwarves and orcs so heavy?
Zhou Leng put down the animal skin book and said, "This book says that the flower of the high earth is longer-lived than the furnace of the mountains?"

"Yes, I lived more than ten years longer than my grandfather."

"The book also says that before the flower of the high earth died, it sneaked in here."

"Ah? Ah!" The six dwarfs' eyes were wider than Zhang Xinglie's.

Rong Hammer shook his head and said, "Absolutely impossible! There is the power of my grandfather in here. A master of that level will be alarmed even if he gets close, let alone enter." "What if the other party has your grandfather's treasure?" Zhou Leng asked.

"This..." The five iron dwarves looked at each other.

"It's really possible..." Bandui muttered to himself.

Zhou Leng said: "The book says that the Flower of High Earth not only sneaked into the ancient king's treasure, but also brought treasures in, and then never appeared again."

Rong Hammer was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"I was wondering why the orcs didn't go to other ancient kings' treasures. Every time the old grandfather's treasure was opened, they were like flies... no, mosquitoes smelling blood, and they always sent out their elite troops. So this is the reason! Just because of this, you have made a great contribution. This information is too crucial!"

Ale asked, "Did you write about the old grandmother... ahem, what did the flower of the high earth bring?"

The other dwarves either rolled their eyes or looked away.

It seems that the dwarves themselves also agree with these gossips.

Zhou Leng shook his head and said, "They just said they kept looking for it. I guess the orcs don't know what they brought, so they can only keep looking."

Rongchui stroked his beard and said, "This is not impossible. Because in the legend, the two elders did have an ambiguous relationship for a period of time, and then they broke up. This Old Grandfather Mountain is the place where the two had a tryst in the legend, and this is also the reason why the old grandfather chose to be buried here."

"Does that mean that there is a demigod in this ancient king's treasure?"

Ban Chui said, "It has been seven or eight hundred years since the incident. Will the Gaotu Flower be taken away by someone?"

"Take it away? You want to touch the body of the Ancient King during the Body Refining Stage? You must be dreaming."

"That's it. The experts can't get in, and we can't collect the remains of the demigod."

Zhou Leng looked at Zhang Xinglie and asked, "Is there any way to collect the remains of the Martial Saint?"

Zhang Xinglie shook his head and said, "If it's just a headless god, we can definitely take it. But for the complete remains of a martial saint, don't even think about it unless you're at the peak of the innate level. A master at that level has too much power in his body, and his spirit is like a dragon. If we touch it, it's like white paper meeting fire."

Molten Hammer said: "As long as we can find it and spread the news, you two can not only become dwarven residents, but even hope to become dwarven warriors!"

Everyone discussed for a long time but could not reach a conclusion.

"Forget it, choose the next path."

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said casually: "These three gates are 'Nightmare Test', 'Land of Death' and 'Unknown Transformation'. You can choose it yourself. Don't blame me if you make the wrong choice."

"I feel the Land of Death is safe." said Half Hammer.

"A nightmare test should be good."

"Unknown transformation, too dangerous..."

Zhou Lengleng said, "The Land of Death should be correct, because this divine text is relatively simple and was deciphered a long time ago. As for the other two, it's hard to say."

"Then it will be a nightmare test!" The five dwarves spoke in unison, as if they shared the same brain, full of "trust" in their grandfather.

"Then go in now?"

"Come in, we've wasted so much time. If we don't hurry up, we won't even be able to drink the soup." Rongchui said.

The group walked to the gate on the far left, passed through a long passage, and entered a cave.

There is a magic sand blackboard hanging on the wall, a podium and a desk stand there, and behind them are a small table and a small bench.

A dwarf classroom.

"It's over, it's over... This door is real..." Rong Hammer almost cursed.

The five people's expressions changed drastically, because this place was not shown on the map, which meant that this place was either changed or rare.

Suddenly, a white light appeared on the podium.

Then, a small light figure about one finger tall flew out. He was white and slender, with two pairs of transparent wings flapping behind him, and he was wearing a green dress.

There are black glasses frames on her small face.

"My dear children, please learn the divine text with me now."

The six people widened their eyes. How could they be children?
Zhou Leng said to Zhang Xinglie: "She said in dwarven language, dear children..."

The elf holds a magic wand with a colorful body and a star-shaped head.

He pointed at Zhou Leng and said with a smile: "Little friend, this time doesn't count. From next time on, if you talk nonsense in class, you will be severely punished."

Zhou Leng and the five dwarves looked at Zhang Xinglie with sympathy.

Zhang Xinglie vaguely understood what was going on, thinking that this was truly a nightmare test for him. He secretly took out his magic watch, recorded the conversation and translated it.

"Little boy, you can't cheat." The elf said softly and waved his magic wand.

Zhang Xinglie seemed to be hit by an invisible giant. His body flew backwards and hit the wall. With a bang, his body fell to the ground along with the dust, and blood came from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone looked back with sympathy, Zhang Xinglie was finished.

Zhang Xinglie sat on the ground and swallowed the pill helplessly.

"Okay, kids, please take your seats."

Everyone, please sit down quietly.

The elf waved his magic wand at the magic blackboard, and a word that looked like reverse Chinese appeared on it.

"Read with me, Mushala..."

"Mushala..." The six people chanted together, and Zhang Xinglie hurriedly followed suit.

"Mushala..." the elf spoke again.

Everyone followed and recited it again, three times in total.

The five dwarves had empty eyes and even their combined brains couldn't understand it.

Zhang Xinglie is very smart and his IQ is the highest among the seven people.

But he could understand neither the dwarven language nor the divine language.