Chapter 242 Yeats: I am a poet, this is poetry!
Yeats only felt a little short of breath.
The epic shield, which has served heroes with great battle honors, is strong enough to withstand the attacks of powerful men with five rings!
This is exactly the armor that I currently lack. It has the ability to combine offense and defense. The enchantment [Petrification Technique] will be troublesome even for five-ring heroes!
Behind the altar, there are more than ten sarcophagi, quietly stacked there, revealing the heavy atmosphere of death.
The moment the illusion was broken, the eyes of the snake-man statue suddenly glowed with red light.
A cold breath surged in the tomb, and the lid of a sarcophagus moved aside with a rumble.
Yeats's expression changed.
Unexpectedly, a transparent spirit floated inside the sarcophagus.
This is a pure-blood snake man, with a python-like head and scarlet eyes, wearing a wizard's robe, and having human-like arms.
Yeats met the eyes of the spirit, and found that the spirit was also startled, and said hoarsely:
"The person who woke me up was not a snake man, but a human being..."
" Leave quickly before I get angry." The snake spirit lay back in the sarcophagus, and it sighed, "Before you leave, remember to close the lid of the coffin for me."
"It is. "The guardian of this tomb," Feitan said, "is the shield of Medusa!"
Yeats couldn't see through the depth of this spirit for a while, and he didn't dare. He took action rashly, pondered for a moment, and said:
"I am also a member of the Snake Cult. If you don't believe me, take a closer look?"
"Although I have been dead for hundreds of years, humans and snake people can still tell the difference..."
Snake The man's words suddenly stopped, and there was an obvious look of surprise on the spirit's face.
In front of it, Yeats has used the 'Thousand-Change Mask' to complete his disguise and become a hybrid snake-man with snake scales.
The Thousand-Change Mask not only simply changes the appearance, but also changes the body shape and body shape.
At this moment, Yeats hunched his back and said hoarsely:
"As you can see, I disguised myself as a human in order to sneak into humans."
The snake-man spirit body was squinting. He closed his eyes and stared at Yeats closely.
The Mist Sect has always been good at deception, deceit, and disguise, and the Mist Chosen is even better at this.
After a long time, the snake-man spirit seemed to relax its vigilance and murmured: "Even I didn't see through it, so that's good enough. This is enough to prove that you are qualified to participate in this trial."
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"Let me ask you." The snake-man spirit hissed and stared at Yeats coldly. The look in his eyes was no different from that of a poisonous snake, which made Yeats very uncomfortable. "What are the two greatest skills of the snake-human race? "
"Witchcraft and Alchemy" Yeats also spit out the letter.
“That’s right.” A cold smile appeared on the face of the snake-man spirit, “Before the magic net was born, we, the snake-men, had already mastered the true meaning of witchcraft!”
——What is witchcraft?
Curse, sacrifice, poison... witchcraft is more taboo than magic.
It is undeniable that some witchcraft are more powerful than spells of the same ring, but due to their bloody cruelty, they have now become existences that everyone shouts about.
Alchemy is the ancient name for potion. Alchemists have the highest pursuit of refining elixirs. Since the division in the old era is not clear, enchantment, forging, and magic circles are sometimes included in the category of alchemy. .
According to legend, King Solomon’s seal ring was composed of tens of thousands of summoning circles and advanced enchantments. It was a supreme alchemical masterpiece.
"Alchemy is the basis of witchcraft. Only by refining qualified potions can we assist in witchcraft practice." The snake-man spirit continued.
Yeats couldn't help but nod. This is consistent with modern concepts. Drinking magic potion can enhance the power of the soul.
"So, the content of this trial is a competition in alchemy."
The snake-man spirit's eyes were dark and said: "I want you to refine the poison and let me taste it. If I die, , you are qualified to get the [Medusa Shield]"
Ye Zhi frowned and said: "What if you didn't disappear?"
The snake-man spirit said coldly: "I. I will hold a 'snake burial' for you, allowing your soul to return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess, and continue to wait for the next snake wizard!"
Yeats looked at the deep lake full of poisonous snakes, and his heart trembled. , but saw that the snake-man spirit seemed to be smiling but not smiling, showing the aura of a five-ring heroic level!
In the soul realm, the mistletoe trembled slightly.
Yeats suppressed the desire to draw his sword.
Don't worry, there are still two real name liberations left. It is too wasteful to use it to chop a snake.
Yeats is bound to win the Shield of Medusa, and alchemy is exactly Yeats’s specialty!
"I know what you are thinking. I think this is unfair. Ordinary poisons cannot affect the five rings at all." The snake man said slowly, "So, I will swear to the Mother Goddess that I will seal the Ring of Life." Ring to the fourth ring, if you violate the oath, you will be punished forever - you, do you accept it? "
Diamond Tooth and Feitan have already hid in the demon pet plane. Squirrel said with a evil smile:
“Give him some strong medicine! Like golden excrement!”
Yeats: “… …What a great idea!”
The content of the trial is to refine poison and give it to snake people with strong poison resistance.
If you don’t drink, the snake man will break his oath; if he drinks, he will be deceived.
This is a conspiracy!
“I accept the trial.” Yeats disguised as a hybrid snake man said hoarsely, “Where is the alchemy platform?”
“There is an alchemy cauldron there, which is the most primitive alchemy. "Taiwan." The snake spirit narrowed its eyes, "The wizard dare not go out without an alchemy bag, so bring your own materials. We will see the results in half an hour!"
Soon, Yeats got out of the space bag. Take out the Chimera's corpse and dissect the materials.
Seeing the Chimera, the Snake Man spirit body was not surprised. It seemed that it had already known that the Snake Man had the ability to raise Chimera.
Immediately, Yeats began to refine the poison. His alchemical technique was very novel. It was more like cooking than alchemy, which made the snake man look gloomy.
‘Can this despicable half-blood really know how to do alchemy? '
The snake-man spirit stood behind Yeats, staring at his every move and asking:
"What is this?"
"Chimera "Chimera is a king monster, and the organs in its body are extremely poisonous, so it is perfect for refining poison."
Hearing this, the snake man's expression softened a little, he nodded coldly, and urged: "Move faster."
The blessing of [Talent: Poison Master], combined with Yeats's own knowledge of magic medicine.
A bottle of poison that is dark brown and looks like soup, with sediment inside, is placed in a glass bottle.
The snake man held it in his palm and looked at it carefully.
"What kind of poison is this?" The snake man's tone was quite strange. I couldn't tell whether he was appreciative or disgusted.
"It's Chimera poison," Yeats said.
Chimera's venom is extremely poisonous and can kill the fourth-ring wizard.
The snake man had no objection to Yeats’s choice of material. On the contrary, he thought it was very reasonable. He snorted coldly: “Either I retire after my success, or you go to a snake burial. Hmm, let’s see if this poison can kill me. Poison! "
After that, the snake man shook the thick soup, raised his head and swallowed the poison.
Suddenly, his face turned blue, indescribably weird!
Duan Ya laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha!"
The snake man's throat was choked, and with all his strength, he hissed: "What did you add in it?"< br>
Yeats smiled shyly: "Chimera's organ."
The snake man's forehead was beating wildly, and bad associations emerged in his heart. He almost felt sick, and said: "What organ? Make it clear!”
Yeats said: "Chimera's large intestine."
The snake man's face was indescribably gloomy and terrifying, he was gnashing his teeth, and his eyes seemed to want to eat Yeats alive!
Yeats smiled and said: "I have retained the original taste of the large intestine, which makes the poison more effective."
The snake man roared: "What you are doing is not poison at all, it is History! "
Yeats said calmly: "I am a poet, of course I can write poetry!"
The snake man's face was red, furious, and he said in a rage: "I will kill you!!"
The violent five-ring aura swept through the ruins like a storm, and each sarcophagus was blown to pieces!
Yeats was very calm.
Because the snake man took the initiative to break the oath he made, which is a great disrespect to the gods!
Just as Yeats expected.
The head of Medusa in the palm of the snake-man empress suddenly opened her eyes, with red light shining in her eyes, and white light flashed across the tomb!
Wind breath.
Everything is calm.
Yeats looked around and saw the snake-man spirit with dull eyes and foaming at the mouth.
The traces of petrification spread from bottom to top, turning into a stone statue with a rather ferocious expression.
Boom!
The stone statue collapsed and was scattered into ashes!
Yeats looked at the head of Medusa in the palm of the statue again, and saw that she closed her eyes again. The expression on her beautiful and voluptuous face seemed to have changed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, with a cold sneer.
“Medusa is not easy to mess with.” Yeats muttered, “But her head is destined to me, so I took it away!”
Yeats observed patiently again After waiting for half an hour, he confirmed that there was no trace of divinity in the tomb, and encouraged him to go up and bring back the head of Medusa.
Dian Ya said speechlessly: "Are you a human?"
Yeats spat out: "I am a snake man now~hiss~"
In the end, it was Yeats who stepped forward in person, Touch Medusa's head gently.
The moment he touched his head, the magical divinity in Yeats' body actually reacted.
The head of Medusa opened its mouth and bit the back of Yeats' hand viciously.
Severe pain struck, and the oozing blood stained the lips of Medusa's head.
Yeats resisted, and the moment he picked it up, the light shone, and he had caught the edge of the Medusa Shield.
The surface of the Medusa Shield is as smooth as a mirror and is made of a golden leather as strong as metal. It is the same sheepskin as the famous 'Golden Fleece'. The edge of the shield is engraved with snake-shaped patterns, coiled and intertwined, lifelike, with sharp fangs exposed and the snake's eyes twinkling.
In the center of the shield is Medusa's head, with its snake hair twisting slightly in a dynamic manner. Medusa's face is cold and beautiful, her eyes are closed, and it is fatally seductive, making people doubt that she is still breathing.
Epic armor, Shield of Medusa!
Yeats couldn't help but smile.
[Medusa Shield] can also release the true name. The spell is Aegis, which can release a petrification spell.
This petrification technique can even be used by five-ring heroes. In addition to the Silver Sword, it is an important means that I can use to fight against the five-ring heroes!
Yeats held the back of the shield and carefully poked the snake hair on Medusa's head. These little snakes were still alive and bit into his fingers rudely. Yeats quickly pulled his hand away.
"The Headless Horseman has only his body, and Medusa has only her head."
Yeats murmured: "You two together can make Medusa form the head."
Return the same way.
Seeing the light of day again, Yeats exhaled a breath of turbid air and counted the harvest.
The Chimera successfully hunted and obtained the epic armor [Shield of Medusa], which made the hope of winning the competition even greater!
Yeats has removed the disguise of the ever-changing mask, and is surprised to find that the magician's way in his body has grown. More importantly, the divinity that comes from nowhere makes the fog in his body more and more intense. grow!
"I guess Daisy was very happy to see it." Yeats looked at the sky, "When he was happy, he used the mist divinity to reward him!"
Back at the camp, Phokas hurried forward.
There was a lot of noise in the tomb just now, and Fokas couldn't help but worry about Yeats's safety. After questioning, he learned about Yeats and the snake people, and said in surprise:
"There are still things in the tomb. Is there a shield?”
As soon as he said it, Phokas knew that he had made a mistake, because Calvin on the side looked at him.
Yeats didn't intend to hide it. Anyway, the shield would appear sooner or later. He nodded and said:
"Epic level, quite handy."
Calvin's breath was stagnant, and he felt the blood all over his body was rising, and his face was shocked. .
An epic shield?
It is difficult for masters of the sixth ring to have epic equipment!
Not only did Yeats casually kill the snake wizard, but now he also got an epic shield!
Calvin smiled bitterly in his heart: "Father, it will be quite difficult for me to catch up with him..."
"Little Marquis Thomas, you should also participate in the competition, right?" Ye Zhi suddenly asked.
Calvin was stunned, nodded nervously and said: "Yes, I am planning to go to Lundu on this trip to sea."
"Then let's go together." Yeats invited with a smile He said, "It's a long journey, and we can learn from each other and deepen our understanding along the way."
‘Discuss? I don’t know if I can stand it! ’ Calvin had mixed feelings.
Yeats thought secretly:
"The petrification power of the Medusa Shield is too strong, and it is a bit inhumane to deal with the fourth ring... I believe it will be useful when the competition meets!"
(End of this chapter)