Chapter 379

"Color... Color is power, strong emotion and the root of all life. Having color means having everything, and losing color means becoming a walking corpse. The strong seize color and dominate the weak, and the weak can only surrender to the strong who hold a large number of colors. My name is Luke. My family and I are Forest Elves, responsible for the continuation of the queen of fire Night makes delicious wine, "explained the little man holding the scepter in a strange tone.

Although every word spit out from his mouth is not any language known by Zhang Cheng, it forms an interesting phenomenon, that is, the transmission and understanding of thinking.

Obviously, their current communication is not through language, but a very special magic effect.

If you guessed right, it should be the red liquid that suddenly got into the skin just now.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of many things.

First of all, there is no doubt that there are a large number of intelligent lives and civilizations in this fragmented world, but they seem to follow a strange survival rule, which is different from human beings on earth or any known magical creatures.

Secondly, the color repeatedly mentioned in each other's mouth seems to be the root of the power and feelings in the world. They will seize each other's color and expand themselves.

Finally, and most importantly, according to the experience summarized by the parliament, any fragmented world suspected of having a unique power system often means that there will be one or several individuals enough to pose a great threat, which will lead to a big fall for the Lords.

After realizing this, Zhang Cheng immediately asked, "who is the flame queen? Where does she live?"

"The queen is the most powerful existence in the south! It is the flame of life! She lives in the flaming Castle less than two days away." the forest elf who calls himself Luke quickly pointed out the direction.

"Sounds interesting. I want to visit the queen. What do you think?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin with interest, turned and asked several other people in the car.

Best has the final say: "you are the Lord, and you have the final say. By the way, we simply can not understand what you said to the little one."

"Don't worry. I'll tell you slowly when I find out what's going on in the world. The most important thing at present is intelligence. Only when I get enough information can I make a correct judgment. As for those idiots who don't even have a brain, I promise they will die soon." after that, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

moment

The towering evil energy flame swallowed all the surviving elves, including Rourke, on the spot, without giving the other party a chance to resist or escape.

As a madman who personally planned the death of hundreds of thousands of people, he will not be foolish enough to let go of a group of intelligent lives who have forged a hatred of extermination with himself, nor will he risk exposing his whereabouts.

Who knows how many dangerous things there are in this world, so killing people is the best choice for safety.

As for conscience, human nature and other things, let's leave it to the virgin bitches. Now he just wants to live by all means, surpass one goal after another, and finally find out who is hiding behind the parchment to control himself.

As described in the poem, despicability is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

Zhang Cheng would rather let himself become a despicable person using a pass than be engraved with a noble epitaph after his death.

After all, although the latter is engraved on the tombstone to praise the dead, it is actually for the living. For the dead, no matter how gorgeous the words are and how brilliant the achievements are, they all have no meaning.

Only those who survive are qualified to change, reverse the defeat and change their future destiny

With all the forest goblins dead, the party probably collected the "toothpick" sword that fell on the ground, and soon drove in the direction indicated by Luke before he died.

Along the way, they saw many strange creatures, such as giant mushroom people more than three meters high, sunflowers with rich facial expressions, and black Plush balls that like to tell black jokes.

In short, every time he kills one of them, Zhang Cheng will get some corresponding colors. Over time, the back of his right hand has shown colorful and bright colors, and only one idea can resonate with the magic energy filled in the surrounding air.

Feeling the intersection of these strange colors, he suddenly thought that if he wanted to capture the debris world, he should try his best to capture more colors. Only in this way can he sense the core hidden in unknown places.

We should know that every debris world has a thing called the core. Only by controlling it can we carry out limited environmental transformation. Some cores that have accumulated enough strength can even create fresh life and give its soul.

This is something that even heaven and hell need extremely harsh preconditions to do!

Just as Zhang Cheng half closed his eyes to explore the essence of "color", a huge fortress completely covered by flames suddenly rose on the horizon ahead.

Unlike ordinary stone fortresses, this fortress is made of hot magma from beginning to end. Even thousands of kilometers away, you can clearly see the flowing red liquid.

What people don't understand is what forces keep these high-temperature liquid rocks in a stable shape.

Surrounded by flames, a beautiful woman wearing a red open back dress and holding a huge Ruby staff is sitting in the tower, surrounded by countless creatures like fire elements dancing happily.

Coupled with a flaming hair and eyes, no wonder it will be called the queen of fire.

Out of caution, Zhang Cheng quickly motioned for the car to stop, then turned his head and said to Jesse, "let the evil spirit in your box explore the way! I suddenly had a bad hunch."

"I see!" Jesse didn't try to push it off, and immediately patted the suitcase with a strong smell of death.

In the blink of an eye, a black fog rose and floated straight in the direction of the castle.

Through the thick black fog, people could vaguely see a pale, distorted, evil and hateful female face.

Needless to ask, it must be a woman who died miserably for some reason. In order to revenge, she voluntarily fused her soul with magical energy to resist the forced call of death.

It can be said that in the world of ordinary people, evil spirits like it are almost equal to invincibility. Those half hanging exorcists or demon hunters can't compete with it. They will be tortured and crazy alive soon