Chapter 682 Raising the first banner of the uprising

Levy returned from hunting a day ago and brought a lot of trophies.

After returning, Levy also changed his previous gloom, became quite cheerful, and surprisingly began to cooperate with Sissel. Everyone thought that Levy had spent two days on the mountain and figured it out, and they all felt that this was a blessing for the village.

The two most outstanding young people in the village abandon their previous suspicions and cooperate fully. What problems can't be solved?

Sissel's personality charm and prestige, coupled with Levy's wisdom and ingenuity, the future development of the village is not a problem.

The village was established 30 years ago by an old man, and it has always been a paradise. Away from the hustle and bustle of the coast, hidden between the jungle and the deep mountains of the plateau. But today, someone from the **** came up suddenly, and Sissel's mind suddenly flashed with various possibilities, and for a while, the six gods had no master.

Sissel didn't have any doubts about Levy's judgment, who had already shaken hands and made peace. He went to the village to find the village chief as soon as possible.

When the players saw the guards, they looked at each other for an explanation.

Before they came all the way, Bombing Chicken had arranged for the psychedelic vine to clean up the footprints on the road. It stands to reason that the guards should not chase here. But now this "Xanadu" ushered in the guards for the first time, both the players and the survivors were shocked.

Levy took the lead and put on a humble and inquiring posture: "Excuse me, what do you do in the village?"

Levy exchanged glances with the leader of the guard regiment, the head of the head was expressionless, and his armoured hand waved vigorously: "Hiding the fugitive, the crime is so heinous, take it for me!"

Levy showed a surprised expression and immediately explained: "Dear officials, all this is a misunderstanding!"

But the guard group couldn't help but slapped Levi up with the amethyst shackles.

At the same time, he looked at the other people who were busy in the farm and the six players in the crowd.

When did the people in the village have seen these battles, more than 20 well-armed guards came up and suppressed them by force, directly scaring their souls away by half.

They only have a **** and sickle in their hands, and all of the guards on the opposite hand are equipped with violet stone-enhanced weapon armor. The cold eyes under the helmet look fierce and evil, and their aura is like a murderous god.

Thirty years of peaceful life, they have long forgotten how to fight. Hunting in the mountains and forests is okay, and fighting head-on with people desperately has always been a little less interesting. Once the older generation fled all the way, and finally came to the plateau to build a new home, but as time passed, the stable and peaceful life consumed their fighting minds. For many years, the guard station did not find this place, and their hanging hearts gradually Stability, instead of focusing on farming, wasted a lot of martial arts and fighter skills.

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, put down your farm tools, come out of the farm, and squat on the open space."

Following the orders of the guards, all the villagers in the farmland walked out, and the farm tools in their hands fell to the ground.

Chasing the wind gave other players a look and signaled to go out together. Bombing Chicken was just about to keep up, and was pushed back to the Indigo Potato Field by the chasing wind: "Don't go out, you stay here and act by chance."

Bombing Chicken understood the meaning of acting by chance, nodded immediately, immersed in the farmland, and then summoned the doom crow.

After a while, the doom crow flew out of the farmland, but all the guards were on the villagers in front of them at this moment, and did not notice at all.

The guards surrounded the villagers. In the distance, Sissel helped the old village chief to arrive late, and other villagers also rushed over from everywhere.

"Military, I think there must be some misunderstanding in this." The old village chief rubbed his hands, his pleated cheeks squeezed together because of the smile.

The leader of the guard group suddenly raised his hand to open the old village chief, with a severe tone: "What is the misunderstanding, we are ordered to pursue the fugitive, and quickly hand over the fugitive!"

The old village chief glanced at the players who were mingling with the villagers, and said with a smile: "The military master must have misunderstood. These are all from our village. There are no fugitives."

The old village chief weighs the pros and cons and decides whether to keep a few players. It's not that they are hard-working. The main reason is that they are now being caught by the guards. If they take the initiative to confess the fugitives, then the village will definitely not have a good fruit to shelter the fugitives. There are also villages that have been hidden for nearly thirty years, and now the guards suddenly come to the door, things are strange!

"You must be exhausted all the way up the mountain, so it's better to go to the Xianjin Village. The village has good wine and food and hospitality, which will definitely make you a worthwhile trip." The old village chief greeted immediately. He tried to divert the attention of the guards, and then dispatch them as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the village.

"Stop this set for me! If you want to talk about fugitives, you are all fugitives. Get me all!"

The leader of the guard regiment waved his hand, and immediately the soldiers around him shot a chance energy beam from the amethyst spear, exploding several fist-sized pits in the ground.

"Don't think I don't know, one of you is considered a fugitive. Thirty years ago, in order to avoid corvee, half of the village gathered and wounded soldiers, then fled all the way to the deep mountains and old forests, disappearing without a trace. Now that I see us, I still want to fool around? It seems that you have been at ease for too long, and you have forgotten even the most basic vigilance!"

Hearing the words of the leader of the guard regiment, the detained Levy's eyes widened and his eyes split!

This is different from what he discussed with the leader of the guard regiment when he went down the mountain overnight!

The result of his discussion with the leader of the guard regiment was that the fugitive and the village chief and Sissel who had sheltered the fugitive were all arrested. By then, there will be no backbone in the village, and he will succeed the village chief as a matter of course. But now the leader of the guards wants to take everyone away. Without the villagers, wouldn't he want to become a polished commander?

The soldiers of the guard regiment controlled all the villagers, and then arranged some soldiers to enter the village to search for others.

The villagers were all driven to a wide open area, then the leader of the guard regiment turned around, and the soldiers gave way.

Then, a priest wearing a robe of blood-colored gold silk appeared in front of the crowd.

Even the leader of the guard regiment respected this person: "You can begin your ceremony, Mr. Priest."

The scarlet-robed priest slowly turned around, holding a white skeleton magical weapon up and down in his hands, but looking at the face under the cloak, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't see anything, and he was even more mysterious and horrified.

At this time, the villagers thought of the tyrant's belief in a cult before the wind, and first equated the priests and sects in front of them.

And the result did not disappoint. The scarlet-robed priest slowly came to the villagers, holding the white skeleton magic weapon.

"Next, who will be the first to contribute to your majesty's eternal life, bathe in the blood-colored glory!"

The Blood God Cult priests paced, as if choosing the right sacrifice.

The villagers did not dare to take a breath. At this moment, they are all lambs to be slaughtered.

The priest walked in front of the old village chief and suddenly stopped.

The invisible face under the cloak made a strange smile, and said in a low voice that sounded like a charged: "Mine... is very big, you will pass it after you bear it."

As soon as the voice fell, the blood **** priest tapped the skull three times. The white skull's mouth opened slightly, and the old village chief was suddenly enveloped by a powerful suction. The wrinkled skin is pulled outward under the action of suction, and the clothes on the body are the same, and the clothes are hunting. The most terrifying thing is that under such exaggerated suction, the skin gradually oozes and bleeds, condenses into blood drops, and flies towards the skull.

After a while, the blood flow seemed to be drawn, and quickly separated from the body and gathered in the mouth of the white skull. The blood in the village chief's body was completely evacuated, leaving only the skin, muscles and bones, which fell to the ground with a bang and turned into a pool of fleshy things.

All the villagers were stunned, their faces pale and lost in shock.

The village chief they respected and respected instantly turned into a pool of fleshy mud. There is nothing more shocking than what they see in reality.

In the white skeleton magical instrument in the mouth of the blood **** cult priest, there is a ray of red blood flowing at this moment, but there is still a lot of space to fill it.

Now, all the remaining villagers know the fate they are about to face. Some children couldn't help crying, and many adults also had their legs trembling in fright.

Sissel stared at a pool of rotten meat on the ground, his fists clenched, and the veins on his arms violent.

This should not be the fate of the village!

The players are also a little confused, they are also the first time to see the blood **** cult's inhumane consciousness of living sacrifice. This is to completely remove a person's blood, and then refine it into essence blood through the white skull magic weapon.

Live and work with the villagers for two or three days, and the players and the villagers have also established a preliminary friendship. Seeing that the Blood God Sect directly absorbed the blood of the old village chief without knowing it, the players suddenly felt that blood rushed into the brain.

Chasing the wind glanced around and quickly analyzed the situation on the field.

There are a total of 16 enemies in front of them. The members of the guards are all level 40 elites. The leader of the guards is a level 50 elite, and the priests of the Blood God Sect are also level 50 elites.

Chasing the wind in the forum has already known the effect of the amethyst spear, the extremely strong penetrating effect, even the armor and protection on their body, when faced with the flow of energy, they may not be able to completely resist. As for this priest of the Blood God Sect, his ability should also be biased towards spells or curses, and he can basically be determined to be a ranged unit.

Level 40 elites, for players who have already studied advanced knowledge at level 60, there is basically no pressure. The only pressure now is the leader of the guard regiment and this blood **** priest. After all, after a few days of sneaking, except for the players who were captured at the beginning, no one else had any contact with the Blood God Sect, let alone understand. Although this guy's strength is graded, he still doesn't know anything about specific skills.

There are six of them right now, oh no, five to be precise.

He is confident that he can deal with the leader of the guard group alone, and the remaining members of the guard group can only be handed over to the other four. However, the only peace of mind for Chasing Wind is the strength of their team. Players who can board the mechanical fortress are all outstanding in strength and rich in combat experience. It is difficult for accidents to occur in this kind of scene.

The only thing left to worry about is the blood **** priest. And the most suitable thing that can interfere with and interrupt the long-range professional spellcasting is...

As he chased the wind and pondered the situation of the battle, the white skeleton that had sucked the first blood became more and more strange.

The Blood God Sect priest said: "The first noble devotee has already donated the blood of his dying years. Driven by these blood, you will soon not have to worry about time issues, because you will be your majesty's. Donate your blood for eternal life..."

The white skeleton flew slowly into the air, and the blood that had been absorbed was spit out from the mouth again, spilled on everyone, and fell on the ground.

This behavior caused the villagers to scream and panic again.

After the blood fell on the ground, it gradually spread into a mysterious mark, enveloping all the villagers on the square.

The villagers felt a strong anxiety, and according to the priest's instructions, they would immediately be sucked away like the village chief.

The crowd began to riot, and the strong desire for survival made many people want to get out of the mark.

But the soldiers guarding outside the mark have become their ditch across life and death. The amethyst spear in their hands is always aimed at those who want to go beyond the mark. The villagers have no doubt that when their forefoot takes the mark, the purple energy The beam will shoot directly through their heads.

Levy is the only villager who is not in the mark.

At this moment, he watched the villagers who were getting along day and night wailing desperately, his face was pale, and he didn't understand why things came to this field.

The strong desire to survive makes the doglegs of the Imprint Nellivy yell out: "Brother, save us, we are in the same group with you!"

"Boss, I went to the guard to find you with my eldest brother the day before yesterday. We are together, I don't want to die yet!"

With the self-destruction of several subordinates, the villagers stopped struggling and their brains were blank. They all stared at Levy's subordinates with incredible expressions, and then looked at Levy outside the mark.

Sissel rushed up and grabbed one of them by the collar, and shouted: "What's the matter? You said you went to the guard station with Levy? So you brought the person?"

The doglegs caught by the collar stammered: "This, this is the boss's plan. As long as you and the village chief are removed, he will be the next village chief. But we really didn't want to hurt other villagers. I don't know how things suddenly become like this...I, I don't want to die!"

Sissel pushed away the dog leg and stared at Levy: "So what he said is true? You even killed the village chief?"

Levy shook his head first, and there was something to the point of breaking the jar, and he directly told his own voice: "It was the old man who was unfair first. Obviously you and I chose one, but he is always biased. You, ignoring my face and suppressing me in public. If he were fair, he would never be the same as he is now!"

Sissel's face was pale, and his tone was hateful: "Because the village chief wanted you to take over as the village from the beginning! Deliberately supporting me is just to make you crisis-conscious and let you grow! From beginning to end, I have been supporting me. To assist you in the future..."

Levy was struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

After a while, he was relieved, and he kept muttering: "No, this is impossible. You must have lied to me!"

On the other side of the villagers, everyone was in tears. They did not expect that the enemy was actually attracted by Levy, and they vented their hatred towards the white-eyed wolf at the last moments of their lives.

What are "white-eyed wolves", "beasts", "beasts"...

And at this time ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the blood mark on the ground was set up, the blood began to emit a coquettish red light, and the whole living sacrifice consciousness began to activate!

"It's now!" Chasing the wind suddenly shouted, and rushed to the head of the guard first.

A black line passed in the air, and a pair of gloves fell in the sky, and the chasing wind accurately stretched out both fists and put on the gloves.

At the same time, a string of psychedelic vines drilled under the feet of the priest of the Blood God Cult, tightly entwining his hands to maintain the cast.

"Go!" Other players also bravely started. Some angry young people in the village picked up the sickle and hammer on the ground and roared towards the guards.

All the roars came together to form two characters.

Rebel!

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