Chapter 160 Indifference
The bustling and bustling valley was flattened in an instant, and the kobolds living in it didn't even have any scum left, and a huge pit appeared in the original location.
Because the crystals formed by the high temperature melting are all over the bottom of the pit, in the sun, shining with a crystal luster, golden arcs jumping on it, it looks really beautiful.
At the bottom of the pit, Moria, who had transformed into a human form, stood in the air. After looking around, he frowned and pondered.
"Position, wrong, not here.
I used the hair that Troy usually sheds as a medium to carry out this teleportation. Normally, I should be able to teleport directly to the big cat. Now, I can't feel the breath of the big cat.
In other words, there is a problem with the transmission.
Is it because of that hand? "
Morea recalled the plain white and slender palm when he was walking through the dark space gap just now.
It looks weak and boneless, and has no strength. Even when he touches the teleportation beam that wraps him, Moreya doesn't feel any strangeness.
"But..." Morea looked at the big pit hundreds of meters under her feet, "A slap changed my teleportation coordinates, making me teleport wrong, but it didn't hurt me in the slightest, mother, is it you who shot again? Let me relax and find my partner, okay?"
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"Uncle Raymond, I believe what you just said now." The poor young Burton looked pale and looked at his uncle with a trembling voice.
"Hehe!" The middle-aged man who avoided becoming kobold feces for the fifth time laughed bitterly, and looked at the black-haired and golden-eyed youth suspended above the giant pit with sweat profusely.
"Uncle, what should we do now?" The young Burton looked at Morea with fear. Even if he was just a civilian with little knowledge, he knew that those who could fly in the sky would be killed by killing him or killing one. Ants are indistinguishable from the strong.
"Look next to you."
The young Burton turned his head and saw that the kobold who had resisted him happily just now was now crawling on the ground, his head with two small horns clinging to the ground, as if he wanted to shove his head into the soil.
The kobold's small body shrank into a ball, shivering, and the extent of the battle was very obvious, but even so, they were honestly facing the young boy who looked very young in the air, maintaining a kneeling posture.
This kind of scene made the young man stunned. Although he did not feel the coercion of the strong in the mouth of the bard from Moreya, the performance of the kobold was still the same as when Moreya appeared. , so that the young people unconsciously feel awe, and at the same time, a sense of fear spreads in their hearts.
"What are you doing standing still?" Uncle Raymond's deliberately low scolding came from the side, "Hurry up and put on the same posture as these kobolds. If you don't want to die, just do it quickly."
"It hurts, Uncle Raymond, I can't put it out." The young man tried to move, and a piercing pain came from the wound on his limbs that was interrupted by the kobold.
"If you can't pose it, you have to pose. Even if it hurts to death, you have to make a kneeling posture. This kind of powerhouse, angered him, slapped it down, and died in vain."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his throat word by word. He was struggling like those kobolds, posing on his knees. It's a broken limb,
He had to kneel and worship, even if the friction of the broken bones made him want to shout and roar while doing these movements, he had to hold back.
In the face of the strong who can easily take their own lives, the best choice for the weak is to crawl on the ground in the most humble manner, expressing their greatest respect, and praying for the strong to forgive themselves.
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After guessing that his mother intervened again, Morea was depressed for a while, and then he recovered and began to look at everything around him.
Low and sparse trees, dense bushes, extremely low element concentrations, and the huge sinkhole he smashed under his feet.
"Hmm!" Looking at the huge pit under his feet, Morea fell into contemplation, "Did I hit anything when I came?"
"Huh?" This is, Moria swept his eyes and saw two humans squirming hard, as well as a dozen kobolds kneeling beside the humans, "Why are there still humans? Kobolds? What's the situation, Just ask."
It's not that Moria can't perceive it, but that these humans and kobolds are too weak, so weak that even Moria's mental perception directly treats them as insects and ignores them.
Morea took one step, and a small ring of soul appeared under his feet. The blue light flickered slightly, surrounded by the breeze, and his figure instantly appeared above the two uncles and nephews. This is not teleportation, one of the ways of using the ring of soul intent.
In the eyes of Raymond's uncle and nephew, Morea's bland actions were unfathomable. From their point of view, Morea took a step forward and then appeared on top of their heads. The young man in front of him, except for his too young appearance, fits their fantasy of the strong.
"What are you doing?" Morea looked down at the greasy middle-aged man and young man who were trying to wriggle, and asked in the common language of the mainland with a blank expression on his face.
"Sir, we want to kneel and worship you, but our hands and feet were all interrupted, so what we did was a little difficult." Hearing Morea's question, the middle-aged man explained with a worried expression.
He doesn't know what kind of existence is in front of him, but he is definitely a big man he can't afford to offend, so he just desperately expresses his humility, arrogance or something, it doesn't exist, this is not his Something a little guy should have.
"Broken hands and feet!" Morea was stunned for a moment. Fractures or something were not considered injuries to Titan. Even a young Titan can recover in minutes, what's the point.
But in front of him is a human being, one has no supernatural power in his body, and the other has a pitifully thin fighting qi in his body, which makes his body stronger than ordinary people, and their physiques are pitifully weak.
One level spell, repair minor injuries.
Morea stretched out his hand a little, and two magical auras fell on the two humans below whom he had initially regarded as adult insects, repairing their fractures.
"This is, a spell!" Raymond looked at the aura shrouded in his body, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. I don't know if this powerful existence of human beings in front of him is willing to treat them. , it means that they are safe, at least, there will be no danger to their lives.
"What did I hit when I fell?"
"Sir, you flattened a kobold gathering place. At least a thousand kobolds have disappeared from this world." The middle-aged man said with a look of awe.
"That's it." Morea heard that she had killed thousands of kobolds, her face was indifferent, and there was no emotional ups and downs. It's just a group of chaotic evil creatures, no matter how many die, he will not have the slightest compassion.
"You two," Morea looked at the dozen or so kobolds shivering under his feet, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It won't be captured by the kobolds, it's just a reserve of food."
"Master Mingjian." The middle-aged man Raymond smiled, not caring much about the mocking tone of Morea's words, while the young Burton beside him bowed his head in shame.
Being captured by the lowest level of monsters is a great shame in itself.
"Tell me, where is this place?" Morea didn't have the kobold kneeling on the side. This kind of low-level creature, it's okay to accidentally kill a group of people. If you take the initiative to kill, it's too cheap. Therefore, Moreya Choose to ignore.
"Sir..." Just when the middle-aged man Raymond was about to answer Morea. The black-haired and golden-eyed boy suddenly turned his head and stared at a low and dense bush with sharp eyes.
"It actually came, then come out! What are you doing hiding like a ground mouse!"