Chapter 100 psychic shaman II

Wait, if so, hey, "Squeeze it, squeeze it. At worst, I'll sacrifice it and go inside." Unfortunately, A Jiang's fantasy was immediately broken.

"I didn't say I wanted to hide in the cave, I mean on the trunk." Hearing this, Ye Liu looked up. Sure enough, it was about ten meters away from the ground. The branches of the huge trees were scattered, forming a platform, about five or six square meters.

"Yes," A Jiang nodded seriously and then asked a question, "But who will climb the tree? Otherwise, let's make a living in this tree hole.

How to go up is indeed a problem. There is no agile profession in this team. Seeing that Ajiang's trick is about to succeed, Ye Liu stood up and said, "I'll try."

Summoned half a dozen six elite archers. Under the command of Ye Liu, he shot an arrow ladder, and then Ye Liu took out a light scroll. After using it, Ye Liu climbed up the arrow ladder.

"Ok," Ye Liuzi exposed his head from the branch. After a while, a rope hung down. The magician's strength was weak, but compared with the professional strength of warriors at the same level. It's still no problem to pull up a mage weighing 50 or 60 kilograms.

Finally, A Jiang came up. Under the guidance of the undead mage, A Jiang put out an illusion array to hide the traces of everyone.

A good blessing flew away like this. After climbing the tree, A Jiang was full of anger and could not vent his anger, so the undead mage on his back became a scapegoat and was heavily placed on the ground by A Jiang. If it hadn't been for the foundation laid for hundreds of years, the undead mage Duran would have almost misplaced his pelvic joint.

The space on the tree is not small, but the adventure team is still a little more, and there is an unpleasant bone shelf, so Lian Xingyue lies in Ye Liu's arms justly, and then Guan Zhuyun, who has been cold these days, turned his eyes and leaned up, making Ye Liu in a hurry. ,

A Jiang looked in his eyes and hated it in his heart. The guy opposite hugged left and right, and then looked at himself. As soon as A Jiang turned his head, he was the undead mage who was almost inserted into the trunk of the tree just now. This thing was not favored by the oriental heroines and was far away. Finally, he became dependent on two bone lovers, around Empty old man,

"Alas." This scene made A Jiang, who self-produces the prodigal son of flowers, couldn't help but feel sad, and the frustration that had not been seen in more than ten years could not stop surging out.

"Little guy,"

"What are you doing?" A Jiang looked at this thing similar to the human skeleton model in biology class.

"You should respect your predecessors,"

"Really," A Jiang took out a roast chicken leg from his belt and prepared to turn grief and anger into appetite. "When you can move without someone else's back, I will definitely respect you."

"Oh hehe." The dry bone palm rested on A Jiang's shoulder, "What about now?"

A Jiang regarded the chicken leg in his hand as a terrible enemy and gnawed into bones with a few mouthful faces. For the action of the undead mage Du Lan, A Jiang just glanced at it gently, and then lightly pulled down the other party's claws with chicken bones.

"Ok, we are not rookies. You can still see what state you are in now. Don't be stubborn. Be careful that you can't support it immediately. I'll find someone to get a reward."

I didn't expect that my reality to be clearly seen, and Duran was not embarrassed. "How do you know my current situation?"

A Jiang sighed, and now he has fallen to the point of chatting with an NPC, and took out a chicken leg. "Alas, I have used the magic array on your body myself. How can I not know, but I can still talk, which surprises me."

"Ah ha, this is my unique trick. Old guys like us who have no skin and flesh make sounds that vibrate the air by magic, which is unpleasant and laborious. Therefore, I modified it according to the principle of cardiotology to reproduce the original sound to avoid the inevitable distortion and noise of magic sound. This technology is the unique skill that made my Du Lan famous in the world of undead mage in the whole continent.

"Oh, I kind of understand why you are here." A Jiang licked the sauce on the chicken bones.

"It was also my careless moment. Originally, the association also issued a red alarm, but at that time, I had an experiment that could get results immediately. I didn't have time to see it. When I saw it, everything was late. Speaking of these orcs, they were really abominable. Before I left, they demolished all my magic towers, which was 500 years ago. Brick by tile, do you know, my teacher..."

A Jiang listened to Du Lan and began to talk about his life experience. It is estimated that this guy has not seen a human who can communicate with him for many years. He keeps talking like an inverted bamboo tube, and he doesn't care whether others understand what he is talking about.

"Ah. It's getting dark, so let me tell a ghost story. I don't know how the undead mage knew the time, but when he said this, he immediately made a group of female heroes opposite him shake their heads. Although everyone has spent a lot of time in the origin, it's really not interesting for a skeleton shelf to tell ghost stories in the middle of his fingers.

"I think you'd better talk about those psychic shamans." The suggestion of Lian Xingyue sitting on the human sofa has been approved by most people. Under the tyranny of most people, a few second-hand mages in Lori's mouth can only be forced to agree.

"Speaking of psychic shaman, that's a very long history..."

"Please make a long story short." Lian Xingyue was afraid that this guy would pull the topic hundreds of kilometers away, so she added a request.

Duran, the necromancer, was silent for a while, as if trying to change how to simplify the language. "It should have been a thousand years ago, an orc shaman who accidentally got the inspiration of the underworld and understood the psychic. This shaman, who originally believed in the power of nature, had the power to summon the dead."

"But this power is different from the beliefs inherited by the orcs since ancient times, or even completely opposite. Therefore, a vulgar plot appeared. This alien was expelled by former colleagues, orc shamans, but the desire for strong power is a nature, whether human or orc."

"Compared with the elemental shaman who places great emphasis on talent and bloodline, psychics can easily get the primary or intermediate titles as long as they kill enough people or other high intelligent lives at the beginning. This is simply a profession born for orcs, and it has become a psychic shaman of underground sects with increasing power. The inevitable conflict occurred. A civil war of the orcs lasted for 30 years, and the wounded orcs were finally driven out of the main continent by human beings.