Chapter 156 4.16 The Power of Nefertiti (2)

Do I want to go in?

Master Irushil has been thinking about this issue for a long time. Seeing that the darkness in the night sky was about to recede, the two disciples who entered the castle never came out of the window.

A faint sense of crisis began to emerge from the bottom of his heart.

Irushil is able to take the position of the Stormbringer at the age of 35. He is definitely not a reckless man with only one mind. Perhaps young Egger might have been ambushed and died inadvertently at the hands of a Viking. He was very familiar with Mosov's skills.

For many years, as his chief disciple, he has followed him on various Jedi expeditions to hunt for treasure. Most of his companions have died, but he is the only one who has survived to this day. Even if he wanted to bring down Mosoff, he would have to go through a long battle.

And after Mosov entered the room, he melted into the darkness silently.

This undoubtedly caught Irushil's attention.

The Hall of Valor makes a living by selling magic potions, and there are 8 upgrade sequences and nearly a hundred different formulas in the temple. In order to gather the formula, the Storm Acolytes often need to enter dangerous ancient Jedi places and risk their lives to harvest them. In these Jedi places with no life, there are actually terrifying creatures that have survived from ancient times to this day.

Irushil deeply understands that there are many mysterious phenomena in this world that he cannot explain, and his ability to survive from being a trainee Storm Acolyte to this day often relies not on "superb martial arts" or "extraordinary courage" at all.

The biggest reason he has survived so far is that he can suppress his strong curiosity.

In other words, he is cowardly enough.

Therefore, when strange things that could not be explained by common sense happened in front of his eyes, he made a prompt decision, turned around and ran away.

However, at this moment, the rising sun has poured out a ray of morning sun from the mountains in the east. The dazzling sunlight poured onto Irushil, making him briefly dizzy. He stretched out his hand to try to block this bright, terrifying and strange light. Irushil suddenly felt a cold murderous intent coming from behind him.

He wanted to turn around and block, but it was too late.

Feeling frightened and angry, he jumped forward, drew a precise arc, and landed at the main entrance of the castle.

Irushil didn't even think about fighting back. Years of combat experience told him that when a stalker is exposed, fighting back means seeking death.

Only by living can he have a chance to make a comeback. As long as he can return to the Hall of Valor safely, he can think of ten thousand ways to avenge the missing disciples. His horse was parked at the gate. As long as he ran ten meters further and mounted the horse, this purebred high-legged horse from Shuanghan Mountain would definitely be able to lead him to escape.

However, after running two steps, just as he was about to rush out of the gate of Hanshui Village, Irushil suddenly felt a severe itching on the soles of his feet. He lowered his head and saw a fat, golden scorpion emerging from the soil. It raised two golden scorpion claws and looked at him with great power.

Irushil's pupils instantly shrank into two pinpricks.

There is no such thing as a scorpion in Scandinavia, an animal that lives in dry sand. What's more, this scorpion is golden in color, with light golden venom flowing out from the spikes on its tail. His legs were losing consciousness at an extremely fast speed.

This is a sign of a strange poison in the body.

(Haha, you think you can kill me in this way?)

After all, the fighting blood of the Viking ancestors remains in Irushil's body. Being in adversity will only squeeze out the desire to survive deep in his soul like a spring. Pulling out the short knife he carried with him, Irushil reversed the blade and stabbed it neatly into the artery of his right leg!

As the dagger moved in and out, blood with specks of golden light spurted out of the artery and splashed onto the dewy green shrubs in front of him. However, something even weirder happened at this time.

A deep darkness suddenly appeared in front of Irushil.

At this time, he was in a gorgeous picture of the rising sun. The dark holes caused by the spilled blood were like a row of large holes in the picture, destroying the harmony in front of him in an extremely strange way. picture.

Could this be an illusion?

More and more blood gushes out from the wounds on the legs, and all the "pictures" that touch the hot blood are burned out one after another with dark holes. Only then did Master Irushil's mind clearly recall the biggest problem of this operation.

--time!

(I am a person who accurately calculates time. Before setting off, I have accurately calculated the period from before dawn to sunrise! We should have enough time to enter the village to complete the task.)

How could the sun rise so early? !

At this time, he turned back and looked at Hanshui Village in the distance. He found that under the bright and peaceful sunshine, the entire village was silent and made no sound. Not only was there no human voice, there wasn’t even any chirping of insects or birds!

This is by no means what a village that actually exists in the real world should look like!

Master Irushil is no stranger to illusions. As a raven and berserker dual-path Chosen, his psychic powers are extremely powerful. Being able to easily pull him into the illusion without even realizing it, the person opposite him was already mentally strong enough to crush him.

Now, he has only one way to deal with it, and that is to escape!

Irusil bit his tongue hard and spit out a mouthful of blood. The hot blood mist burned a dark hole in the scroll in front of him. He stepped out of the hole and the familiar darkness surrounded him again. In the dead silence and darkness, he opened his eyes hard, but found that he was tightly bound by layer after layer of bandages and could not move at all.

Where am I?

Trying to turn his head with all his strength, Irusil found that there were two mummies on his left and right who looked exactly like him. Layer after layer of linen strips trapped them tightly, leaving only two eyes.

At this time, their eyes were like dead fish sold in the market, and there was no life.

Master Irusil tried his best to move his fingers and soles, but the Styx priest who tied him up was obviously well aware of this. With his whole body paralyzed, he needed to try his best to move even a centimeter.

However, at this moment, he heard the sound of the door of the room opening.

"Good morning, my dear Sophie~"

"Fuck! That's not your dear Sophie at all, it's a Styx priest who has awakened from an ancient spell!

"Save me, save me!"

Master Irithyll, wrapped like a mummy, struggled in his sleep under Sophie's bed, but the poison of the golden scorpion had already paralyzed all the nerves in his body. Nefertiti, who was on the bed, smiled sweetly at Loki who came in to greet him good morning. She imitated Sophie's habit and stretched out a white and tender finger to touch his nose.

At the same time, she called out softly in the tender voice of a little girl - Dad!