Chapter 658

Zhao Mai doesn't like to be manipulated, even if it is the will of the world. Since the discovery of the "dark twisted evolution enhanced" world will, Zhao Mai began to try, and soon found a way to get rid of its invasion. For him, this is not too difficult. After all, he is one of the templates of this infectious virus, and naturally has mastered the "source code".

He did not expel that power. It's not that we can't do it, but that it will continue to supplement it. That means we have to repeat the process of expulsion over and over again. Isn't it troublesome? Zhao Mai allowed this kind of power to "parasitize" on his body surface. He only needed to consume part of the spiritual power and the vitality of the natural force to maintain it, which was only a very small part of his total amount.

The will of the world is still in him, so on the surface, Zhao Mai has been infected by the power of localization, but in fact he can completely preserve himself. Zhao Mai did not dare to take it lightly. He repeatedly checked and combed his whole body's strength.

He just sat there for two days. Grain reserves also motionless lie at his feet, seemingly sleeping, in fact, always keep vigilant. It's not the first time that Zhao Mai has entered such meditation. He knows very well what he should do. Every Orc who wants to disturb Zhao Mai, even if she is offering food or water, is scared away by the loyal dog's bared teeth.

At the dawn of the third day, the sun shone again, and Zhao Mai did not feel the sting. Similarly, the gloomy sky will not make him feel comfortable. He has put the power of the Dark Lord out of his body and acted as a cover. That's all, or "black skin and red heart"? He stood up, shook the dew off his shoulders and moved his body. All the joints rattled, and the powerful fighting engine started again.

"And Daryl? Did he send me a message of challenge? "

Zhao Mai did not see the orc in the settlement, which is obviously abnormal. According to Daryl's character, he will not leave his people too far or too long. Is something wrong? Zhao Michael doesn't want to get into trouble with his lucky man, so he asks about the general direction of the camp and runs over with the grain reserves.

A man and a dog with six legs are running at high speed in the wilderness of Mordor, rolling up bursts of smoke. No matter it's soil, gravel or shrubs, it doesn't slow them down at all. "Come on, Liang, let me see what you can do now!"

Reserve grain suddenly power, strong limbs as cheetah high frequency alternating power, immediately out of a section. With a smile, Zhao Mai lowered himself. His legs swelled under the action of the natural force and psychic powers. His muscles were like compression springs. Every time he stepped on the ground, he burst out a powerful force and caught up with the grain reserves in a few steps. Seeing this, the dog rolled his eyes. If he could use his ability freely, he would have sent it away long ago! But in retrospect, it seems that even the transmission can't escape Zhao Mai's hand, so he pretended to use his full strength to walk him.

Without waiting for them to run as far as they can, they have arrived at the camp of firecrow. Indeed, the centurion is much taller than the centurion. At least there are simple fortresses made of stone and clay. It's a fortress. In fact, it's three cylindrical "turrets" that are distributed in the shape of finished products, and then connected with each other by long stones. Each turret has four floors. Because the average size of orcs is bigger than that of human beings, there is a drop of three and a half meters on each floor. It's very luxurious to look at the fortress.

A crossbeam protruded from the middle of the three towers, and Daryl was suspended in a cage in mid air. He hung his head down, looking feeble, but far from seeing any trauma.

As soon as Zhao Mai appears, the fire crow's fortress is in a commotion. A group of orcs rush up to the tower and shout at Zhao Mai with a bow and crossbow. Zhao Mai saw Daryl's crossbow, which was waved in a goblin's hand and stained with blood. Only this goblin's piercing cry made the orc raise his eyes and look coldly.

"Light the fire!" An equally harsh voice came from afar, and then came the "fire crow". It's a big goblin and orc hybrid, shaped like a fat sprouting potato. Behind his back and around his waist was a net bag filled with projectiles smelling of kerosene, which was the basis for him to become a centurion and manage Daryl and others.

A group of orcs ignited a mixture of asphalt and crude oil, and black smoke poured into the sky. A wall of fire surrounds the pyroglyph's fortress, and in the middle of the three pint shaped towers, at Daryl's feet, there is also a burning brazier. As the smoke continued to rise, Daryl coughed twice. He immediately realized that the smoke was poisonous, and the more he coughed, the faster he died, so he quickly pulled down his trousers to block his nose and mouth and forced himself to endure.

"Special ear! You're going to challenge me? Come on, get out of the fire. But when you come up, the cage will fall down and the hybrid will die. " The fire crow stands at the top of the tower and laughs.

"You are a mockery of challenging the system, and you will be cursed!" Zhao Mai's voice is not big, but under the effect of psychic powers, it is accurately introduced into every Orc's ear. "You're just a coward. You don't have the courage to face me at all. That's why you use such a bad trick of coercion. If you laugh at others, aren't you a half breed? ""Hum!" Fire crow does not seem to be good at mouth gun, a look did not become the protagonist's life. He took out a ball from his arms. It seemed that it was made of grass with strong adsorption, soaked in burning oil, and then added stone counterweight. He grabbed the torch from the orcs around him and lit it with a ball in his hand. The fire was burning and wrapped its hand in it, but it didn't hurt him.

This made him laugh, and the orcs around him also showed envy. "Come on, terer, come up and die! Die with your half Orc

"I hate that people always talk about blood lineage, this and that!" Zhao Mai clenched his fist, and then said, "you have despicably detained my messenger and destroyed the sacred ceremony, so your end has been determined, that is death. I will not accept your surrender or allegiance. "

"What big talk..." Before he had finished a word, he was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide, and his thick tongue even choked himself. He saw that Zhao Mai's whole body was emitting black fog, forming a distorted shadow, like the layers of dark clouds in Mordor's sky, like the power of soron.

It's pure shadow power, distorting space, without the power of temperature and emotion. Zhao Mai released the natural force, formed a suitable environment for himself, and then cast the phantom. The will of the dark world surrounded him, so that his magic came out naturally, almost without stagnation. This is also the process of localization. No passer-by does not want to exert his original strength, and all this will make them more and more close to the world.

"I'm the only one." Zhao Mai smiles. The crow's heart suddenly twitched when he saw the smile.