886.For whom is the Three-Day Miracle Hall of Valor opened? (Down）
886.For whom is the Three-Day Miracle Hall of Valor opened? (Part 2) (Page 2/2)
It is impossible to start a large-scale astral tear without preparation, but at this time, you only need to send the jackal transport team into the astral realm..
Norman continued to move forward. When he raised his head, he could see that the gnoll was already summoning meteorites..
That evil rock dragged a long trail of flames into the swamp ahead. The fact that the Jackal could use such a method showed that Potter's attack was going smoothly..
But he had to quicken his pace. Potter's small number of people wouldn't be able to stop the Jackal for too long..
The veteran arrived at the center of the transport team a few minutes later, jumped into a Losmon car, hid himself in the box full of explosives, and then took out the seed and communicated through the natural wonders. Under the influence of super long distance, it becomes intermittent..
It is definitely impossible to communicate with this thing. The way it works is through spiritual communication..
“I'm in position！”
Norman put the seed on his forehead and sent a message to the other side：
“Let's get started.”
“What do you rude and barbaric fellows think of the astral tear? Plug-and-play psychic cantrips? I need time to prepare for a ceremony of this level.”
Goatman Bol's dissatisfied voice was transmitted in the form of mental vibrations, and he scolded：
“Once the positioning is turned on, you will be captured by the astral energy, and the jackals will also find you, but you have to persist until the ritual positioning is completed, which is estimated to take about five minutes..
But I doubt you could last five minutes in this situation.
Be prepared！
Positioning begins immediately. Pull out your sword. Witch hunters and jackals are now very sensitive to astral tearing. If there is any leakage of breath, you will become their main target..
Remember, hold on for five minutes, at least！”
A few seconds later, a unique force emitted along the positioning seed in Norman's hand, locking it on Norman like a shackle, causing the old witch hunter to have the illusion of twinkling stars in front of his eyes..
He even saw a lonely city floating in the dead star world in the illusion of a few breaths..
However, the illusion then dissipated amidst the roaring sounds around him. Norman immediately pulled out the hunter sword and his combat pistol. He knew that the jackals were coming, and the consequences of jumping out to fight with them would definitely not be too bad. Okay, I have to think of something.
Then, Norman looked at the pistol in his hand and then at the dwarf explosives piled around him..
In fact, the jackals did not take any safety measures. They temporarily removed the fuses of the explosives to prevent them from being quietly ignited by some bad things. However, since the players used things like Molotov cocktails to toss them around, the witch hunters would always bring this thing.
The priests noticed that the chilling astral aura was spreading around the convoy. They screamed and asked the barbarians to immediately find the bastard hiding in the convoy. The capable blood-scarred warriors immediately took action..
But as they approached the car, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the sky and exploded from the air after a gunshot..
The burning flames poured down like rain, and under the horrified gaze of the jackals and warriors, they all spilled into the small mountain of explosives and supplies contained in the truck compartment..
The fire is burning, and the dwarves' explosives are waiting. If these things that were created to fight against the Black Disaster could speak, then they would definitely express with unlucky faces that they would rather rot in the dwarves' mines than be killed by gnolls. Use it.
The explosives are actually also accumulating their anger, waiting for this moment. When the temperature brought by the flames reaches a certain limit, the creations of the dwarves also "cheer"，
Coded！
Fucked with these stupid jackals！
“boom”
Flames soaring into the sky exploded from the middle of the transport convoy. The outburst of fire instantly swept in the Jackals who were unable to escape. Old Norman, who was hiding aside, was thrown into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion and fell down while rolling continuously. Come and fall into the burning fire in embarrassment.
He can't move anymore.
My leg seems to be broken, and my brain is buzzing. It may be a concussion..
But the flames and explosions continued to make it impossible for the Jackals to get close to this place. They gained five minutes..
The flames were rolling and licking his body, making Norman lying in the fire feel like he had returned to the day when Greene Island burned. He was walking madly through the fire, looking for the ignited home. Then, in the end, he held his daughter's cold body in the flames and screamed in despair..
The burns on his face and body were the marks of that desperate day..
a trace of pain.
It is said that before a person dies, there will be a revolving door reflecting his life in front of his eyes. Norman can prove this is true with practical actions..
The fire burned him again, just like that night ten years ago.
But compared to the pain at that time, he could only feel a strange warmth from the flames at this moment, just like the birthday Miriam and other Archon guards celebrated for him last month..
Just like the candlelight when lighting on the cake. Only warmth.
That was the first time that I felt at a loss after losing everything. It was also the first time that the tears were not caused by cowardice and pain but by other emotions..
Memories from two different periods tumbled before Norman's confused eyes in an intertwined and superimposed manner. He had once stepped onto the battlefield due to disaster, but when he stepped into the same river for the second time, the despair that drove him forward was revealed. Regrets other than the past.
Maybe Dr. Crow's treatment was actually successful..
Although not in the way that the foreigner who was looking forward to saving his soul wanted to see, Norman has indeed walked out of the past. This is not just a farewell to life, but also a farewell to those pains and regrets..
He just uses a more decisive and explosive way to welcome the new life, even if this new life only lasts a few months.
Even if it's only a second.
As he said to Potter, this war should be fought by those who belong to the previous era. If they don't come, then Miriam and those young people will come, but those who are full of confidence in life will Young people belong to the future, and they should not be consumed in a war destined to say goodbye to the past..
A purple energy arc bloomed in front of Norman's eyes.
He could see a black streak cracking in the swamp sky, and could hear the terrified screams of the gnolls around him..
So he laughed heartily while surrounded by the fire. After all, he did not make the same mistake. After all, he used his own hands to protect something. The war would not turn into the worst scenario, and victory seemed to have changed. The future is promising.
Then sleep in this purple arc of light and warm flames, and relax and sleep for the first time without any regrets..
Norman could feel the filthy spiritual energy from the star realm breaking through the cracks in the plane from high altitude and splashing down, and then began to roll back in a very short period of time. He could feel himself being swept high into the sky like a kite in the wind. Finally drowned in that dead sea of stars.
“Hello! Hello? Can you still hear it?？”
At this moment, the voice of Boll, the goat man who dared to do anything but good deeds, sounded in Norman's heart again. It said：
“The crying druid next to me has been begging me to find a way to save you. Maybe he was infected by your heroic spirit. Congratulations on getting a little fan girl with scars on her face, although I can't understand it at all. It's a noble feeling, but it's not impossible to save you..
I just happened to take on a mission here, and I need a warrior who is determined enough to go deep into the star realm as a more accurate reference coordinate..
I'll send you there.”
“No need! I don't want to live anymore, I'm tired.”
Norman refused decisively, but then there was a vicious sneer from the goat man, saying：
“Did I ever give you the right to say no? What are you rejecting blindly? I'm just telling you to write down what you need to do. Even if your body is smashed over there, I can still locate it. So if you want to die, remember to give yourself a sword when you fall into the star realm..
I'm a pragmatic goat person.
From the time I was born to now, whenever I encounter a desperate situation, I will do whatever it takes to survive. I really can’t figure out why you hypocritical guys are actively seeking death. You are not even afraid of death when you are riding a horse. You are still afraid of living.？
listen up！
Hypocritical witch hunter, after you fall into the star realm, the descendants of the wanderers will pick you up. This process of crossing the star realm can only be completed by those hard-core ruthless people who are not afraid of death..
You just don't want to live anymore, so you are the best messenger I can find.’.
When you successfully enter the city that is about to be sent into subspace, your positioning mission is completed, and you can live or die as you wish..
But there are some subspace scoundrels in that city causing trouble, and Lord Murphy doesn't want to see those unappetizing things when the city returns to the material world..
You're a hunter, and it's your job to find and sniff out your prey.
So, remember to finish your work first and then die, OK？”
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