Chapter 209: The First Wave of Enemies

Chapter 209 – The First Wave of Enemies

The strange beast that was eventually pulled out looked like a six-legged pangolin with a long shell on its back, or like a lizard.

Listening to the player, the appearance of the strange beast depended on the imagination of the person being parasitized, so it was difficult to categorize and name it with an icon.

Like in front of me, this kind of, move six feet crawling around, simply called “crawling”.

Similar abstract naming methods include Feifei, Rolling, Soft, Ball, and so on.

Because of the split nature of the beasts, the words “size” in front of them are not fixed.

Take “soft” as an example, the last split is small soft, and so on:
Medium Soft, Large Soft, Giant Soft.

If there are too many splits, the smallest is called Microsoft.

So Squidward is a good name.

The creep in front of me has his head stretched out of shape from too many toilet plungers.

Of course, this dragging is more than just deformation.

The strange beast consisted of a portion of impurities plus a large amount of Yuan material and spirit embers.

So when it was yanked out by Wei Temple Iris with her eighth level soul sucking, it had already been sucked down to half its size.

As an output, the northeasterner had an extra gray stone the size of a fingernail cap in his hand.

It looked a lot like a Charging Stone, just that the color looked a bit unhealthy.

When Heine slipped it into the Soul Carrying Lamp she brought with her, it emitted the same bleak white with a grayish glow.

And what was even weirder was that when this light shone on the strange beast, it was actually inflating as if it was recovering.

Heine immediately gouged the stone down and beckoned the spectral horse out.

However it was visibly resistant to the thing.

“Why don’t you want it?” Heine asked.

“It’s unclean~”

It answered dryly.

At that moment, another fissure opened not far away and a soft mud monster with two legs popped out.

Those two legs seemed to have come from some unlucky person who had been pounced on by it.

“I’ll take this one, all of you stay out of it!”

Mr. Xia stuck his dagger in his waist and vanished into thin air, carrying the toilet plunger.

It could be seen that his new skill had quickly changed from “unacceptable” to “likeable”.

The beast was still following the smell to identify its direction, not realizing that someone had circled around behind it.

A plunger was silently pressed into its buttocks.

Then, a strong suction force came from above, and it was unable to break free at all, only to be dragged away.

Since skill strength was linked to intelligence, Mr. Xia could only rely on brute force to “immobilize” the opponent, rather than “digesting” it like Wei did.

So this thing was played by him as a catching tool.

After controlling two strange beasts one after another, Heine also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Adding to the fact that players were discussing whether the Void Catastrophe had been brought forward, he was also a bit curious.

“Take care of the loot, let’s go to Quirkus and take a look.”

The brothers marveled once again as they watched Guardian Iris use Proper Soul Suck to finish off the two strange beasts.

Chief Sa: “No, why does your plunger look like a toilet? You’re not hiding anything, are you?”

Wei Temple Iris: “What am I hiding, there’s no need for that.”

Catch the sheep: “Indeed, after all, we can’t send a question mark.”

Teacher Xia: “It’s still me, see how much I trust Wei, even if he hid it, I’ll take it as if he didn’t.”

Wei Diankui couldn’t tell what this meant for a moment.

He could only say, “Indeed, it was you who did the harm.”

…

Hui Yu still landed one or two thousand meters closer to this Undead Ancient Tree, so angry that Sa always wanted to scold it but couldn’t spare it.

The crowd had to approach Quirkus on foot.

However, without waiting for them to reach those black barriers left behind by the tornado of dead qi, they encountered three chasms and a bunch of weedy monsters one after another after just a few hundred meters of walking.

What with soft, bricks, balls, and a monster that looked like an arrow shooting powerfully at them, they were slapped to the ground with a shield by Catch the Goat to force them to calm down a bit.

“Why isn’t there a single Blight beast?”

Heine muttered.

People’s thoughts were more specific, like Squidward from that elf mage.

He was from Veritas, and had seen the real Lye Sapo, the octopus, in the sea, which was why he feared the creature.

And right now these odd appearances were obviously not something one could come up with.

In other words, it was the withered beasts here that were corrupted by the void and then gave birth to these strange beasts.

By the time they saw Quirkus from afar, the latter had already been completely wrapped up in a dark purple chasm.

The sky above the tree canopy was torn open with a crack, and densely packed flying strange beasts traveled between the present realm and the void.

The overly dense rift was like a thick layer of furry glass, isolating everything here and making it impossible to spot the end from a distance.

There was no need to approach anymore.

“The Void Catastrophe has erupted, and the contamination has traveled down the magic web to here.”

Heine turned back to Catch the Goat.

“Can you recall this event?”

…

Sheepcatcher: “How, what should I recall? I’m not in the pit for the version of the Void Catastrophe outbreak.”

Mr. Xia: “How to reply ah, not to mention that the brothers do not read the plot, even if they do, now this plot are let Heine to change into what kind of ……”

Wei Temple Iris: “I just remember the version update after the master of the law was cut, directly change the law hanging.”

Mr. Xia: “Coincidentally, I also remember that the Summoning Warlock was strengthened, and the rift-related skills increased across the board.”

Wei Temple Iris: “And Ancestor Man, your mom at that time in the arena to see Ancestor Man and Rift spells than who is more counter-intuitive, one is father shaking father shaking father, one is door pulling door guard pulling door.”

Mr. Sa: “Eh! I do remember …… Ancestor Man is strong because he came down from the Zanero Plateau, right? There was a battle at the time called something like ‘fire under your feet, watch your head’, and it was those b-men who flew down from the plateau on birds.

“And what’s that soul priest of theirs, nifty spirit minotaur, mind control, can bull my old man’s pet right off, pure love warrior shock and awe!”

…

It’s really hard for this intensity party.

Surprisingly, they were able to backfire some storylines from the career patch.

Catch the Goat picks out some useful information to relay to Heine while participating in the discussion.

Among them was the item “Beware of the threat from the Zanello Plateau”.

Heine was only able to take a quick glance at it, mainly listening to it.

It sounded like the career patches for the big version updates in the game were tied to events as well.

The Void Catastrophe broke out, so Riftcrafting rose to prominence.

Metamagic activity declined, so hung professions like mages that rely on metamagic for all spells were dumbfounded.

In addition, there were the Zoroastrian Ancestral Spirit Warriors.

From that bottle of Soul Loss Water from the Highlands, it wasn’t hard to realize that the Zanro people’s research on souls and ancestors was more or less related to the Yuan Spirit.

The reason why they hadn’t been able to get a piece of the McCalla Mountains in the past was partly because of the heavenly rift.

On the other hand, Heine felt that it also had something to do with Veritas.

There was definitely a grudge between the two sides.

There were holy light storage wells in the other three directions of Ebony Town, except for the west.

And on the large open space to the west, aside from a forest hunting ground, there was only a lone mage tower.

It was like the person in the subway who took up a whole row of seats when there was clearly only one person.

Rather than a mage tower, it is the “deterrent” of the Master of Law.

A level 4 mage living alone in the tower to deter the strong enemy from the plateau, the master of this wave is really a bit domineering.

In the game, even if Makara is reduced to a scorching mountainous area, the Zoroastrians are holding back.

They waited until the magic web was destroyed before making their entrance.

They’ve obviously coveted the Makara mountains for a long time as well, even a bit perverted.

It was as if someone else had lifted the table when they were dividing the cake, and they held it hard for three years before they came over and found the cake box of yesteryear and took a lick.

If it was really such a perverted idea, then now that the magic network was gone and what happened here couldn’t reach Veritas, they would only be even more perverted.

It’d be a hell of a lot easier not to do it again.

“I didn’t expect to meet an orc in this way.”

Heine gave up on the idea of breaking hard into this place that was obviously a replica to take a look.

It was certainly dangerous to have such a large replica brushed right at one’s doorstep.

But thinking about it from another angle, how could it not be guarding its own door?
This way it was possible to let go and do it.

Let this group of orcs who didn’t know how to die be the first witnesses to the rise of the Makara Mountains.

“Come on, we’re going back.”

……

…… Three days later.

Zanla Plateau.

The relationship between the Zanros and the Orcs was like that between the Cornu and the Dwarves, the Half-Elves and the Elves.

But the encounters of the three are completely different.

Orcs worship primitive and animalized, so in their aesthetic, pure beast face is the real “beauty”.

The ugly Zanjos are just humans with animal-like features on their bodies.

–This is something that Fury Control might understand better.

So, when the first generation of Zanros were born, they were indeed considered slaves.

But with the second and third generations …… more and more “mixed blood” Zoroastrians appeared, things changed.

The “one drop of blood principle” made it difficult for the orcs to keep their “bloodline pure”.

Instead, they became a minority in the pack.

According to the original development path of civilization, the minority will rely on tradition and broken strength and wisdom to maintain the rule.

Such a racial feudalistic society would mitigate the conflict through communal integration.

It would not face reshuffling until the word “race” was removed.

But as luck would have it, at this juncture, the Master of the Laws arrived.

The Veritas had spread their idea of “civilization and enlightenment” throughout the land, except for the mountains of Makara.

Though they came to divide.

But it did accelerate the growth of the Zoroastrians.

–not so much growth as indoctrination.

Ideas are supposed to blossom after being rooted in one’s own culture and exchanging them with foreign cultures.

Instead, they are being indoctrinated by the magic network in such a muddy way.

The ancient culture of the orcs was rightfully washed away.

All sorts of ideas that could not be called trends seemed like floating weeds wrapped in turbulence, washing away and intersecting with each other, forming a vortex, unable to distinguish their own direction.

The orcs were in chaos.

No better, only more chaotic.

More and more clan chieftains shouting slogans they may not even understand led their people to cut their own throats and fight their own battles.

Although they did not see eye to eye with each other, they invariably chose to destroy the magic net as a productivity tool.

The Veritas didn’t have anything to say about this either, their purpose had already been achieved.

Thus, the Zanrocs and Orcs were like frogs climbing a well and retreating again.

At last they took a great step back and retreated to their once primitive form, living in chaos but in order.

Though in name there still existed ancient empires, obeying the same royal family and making pilgrimages to the same ancestral city of Tayaga.

But at this point, the Zanero Plateau was already the plateau of the Zanero people.

The former names have long since passed with the wind.

The Split Toe Clan is one such clan that lives in the easternmost part of the plateau.

Their bloodline is mixed, with tigers, bears, leopards and snakes, but today they are collectively known as the Zanros.

They once bred hunting Split Toe Flying Dragons – a sub-dragon species with an extremely thin bloodline – for the royal family.

As a result, some traditions remain among the clan.

For example, the Soul Sacrifice had never given up its surveillance of the demonic webs in the neighboring zones.

In the surviving traditions, the web carries a “destructive power”.

It was only when the void disaster broke out three days ago that they realized that it was not a rhetorical device, but real “power.”

Then the priests remembered the ancient oracle they had heard.

“The usurper will taste the consequences of his own actions.”

“The ancient sanctuary calls for its firstborn.”

Who is the firstborn?

Us, of course!

At least that’s what Farkas thinks.

He looked behind him at these ever-gathering flying dragon riders, and even felt that the patriarch was making a bit of a big deal out of it.

Despite not having a magic net, they had their own information channels.

Otherwise something like the Convention of the Four Kingdoms wouldn’t have been able to be carried out and implemented.

Therefore, he thought it was a cowardly act to gather the entire clan’s riders against a countryside that had been blockaded for so many years.

Of the hundred people in front of him, half of them were over level four, and there were also three level five Predators.

This kind of team is enough to sneak up on the Yankee frontier towns, just go to a broken countryside to look for any spells. ……

A sharp eagle’s cry interrupted his thoughts.

He immediately puffed out his chest.

The team was assembled, and the clan leader was coming to give a lecture.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a face full of tattoos and a stout body like a bear walked to the high platform in front of the crowd and swept over their faces.

Because the bear’s bloodline caused his body to be too heavy, the patriarch could not find a suitable mount.

Even so, he was the strongest person in the Split Toe Clan deservedly.

There was once someone who challenged him, piloting a flying dragon trying to catch him in the sky and drop him to his death.

As a result, he was directly flung to the ground by his feet and then ripped apart alive.

Anyone who had seen that scene would not dare to think of questioning it.

“You only have one day.”

The patriarch shouted:

“The stone for testing the spell formation has been issued to you, approach it three hundred meters and the stone will glow.

“Within one day, confirm the location of the spell formation and then kill everyone who sees you without leaving a trace.

“Remember, there are five spell formations in total, do you all understand?”

“Understood!”

The roaring sound of the reply caused the cold wind of this plateau to stagnate.

“Put on your goggles and move out!”

The patriarch waved his hand, and a hundred Flying Dragon cavalrymen flipped onto their mounts and reversed direction, swooping down towards the plateau below.

…

As the altitude continued to decrease, Farkas clearly felt that he had entered a whole new world.

This place was completely different from the plateau ……

Even the air had a strange cleanness to it.

So clean that it made him nauseous.

Soon, he saw the legendary mage tower.

They hadn’t been able to fully scout the mountains of McCalla until now, all thanks to this mage tower.

It was a spit in the face of the Zoroastrians by that group of condescending mages.

But not anymore, even if they blew up the place, the message wouldn’t make it to Veritas.

Farkas fiddled with the bombs on the back of the flying dragon, pondering if he could give it one.

While he was still hesitating, someone else had already done so.

Football-sized bomb canisters were thrown down, moving forward through the air at high speeds.

Then it landed precisely on top of the mage tower.

Boom!
Firelight accompanied by smoke outlined a layer of eggshell outlines.

This scene instantly enraged all the riders present, each of them with red eyes and sharp teeth poking out of their mouths.

All showed signs of berserking.

Thus, the procession basically went out of control.

Bombs were constantly being thrown over them, and the Mage Tower’s shields only lasted a mere half a minute before they were blown to smithereens.

“Beautiful!”

“Relief!”

“Look at its stupidity!”

Low-flying riders approached the mage tower one after another, and some even unzipped their pants and peed.

The crowd roared with laughter.

Just as Farkas laughed along with them, an arrow with spiraling air energy suddenly flew out of the woods below.

Whoosh!
This arrow was so powerful that it directly pierced through that guy’s Flying Dragon’s head and then went through that guy’s crotch.

After a short pause, angry cries rang out:

“Enemy attack–“

(End of chapter)