Chapter 269
After constant bargaining, Rose finally exchanged the Molten Heart in Ash Gogol’s hands on the condition that he would not actively attack the trialist of Ash Fortress within three days.
Looking at the back of Rose going away, Ash Gogol exhaled a mouthful of impure air for a long time, and a coldness appeared in his eyes.
"My things are not so easy to take!"
Ashes. Gogol glanced at the silent trialist, his face suddenly chilled, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't sacrifice yet!"
"You only have three days. After three days, the doomsday train will appear. Except for Demon Race, all trialists in the ruins of the doomsday will die here! "
The Doomsday Train!
The trialist of the Ash Fortress was chilled. In the past trials, the Doom Train appeared extremely low, but every time it meant that the entire Doomsday Ruins would become Danger Land.
They dare not ask Ashes where Gogol got the news, but since the lord said it himself, the news must be true.
Several people immediately helped Rajax to go to sacrifice
Ember Gogol stood at the entrance of the valley, closed his eyes and meditated.
After Rajax completed the sacrifice, the remaining Ash Fortress trialist stood respectfully behind Ash Gogol, and there was a hint of joy in their eyes, like this kind of lord cheating and gaining There are not many opportunities for the power of the Altar of Doom.
"The Altar of Doom will reappear at a magical time. First go hunt the heart core. Within three days, you must all complete the sacrifice!"
Ash. Gogo There was a group of trialists going away, with his strength, as long as he was not besieged by the high-risk ruins spirit, it was enough to deal with most of the dangers.
Among the ruins of the Doomsday Ruins near the bridge of the sky, Rose took out the [Molten Heart] and placed it in the palm of his hand.
The crimson stone beats slowly like a heart. Just holding it in the palm of the hand, Rose can feel that there is a powerful energy inside the stone that resonates with the magic in the body.
"Good stuff!" Ross's saliva almost came out.
"One opportunity to sacrifice, I changed something so good, Ash. Gogol is a fat sheep! I have to find a way to blackmail more!"
" Find a few more doomsday altars to receive protection fees, this business seems to be pretty good!"
[Molten Heart, Absorb]
A gentle force pours into the palm of the hand instantly Rose's body.
As the power of Molten Heart is absorbed, the magic power in the body also surges.
Ross clicked on the information panel, and the attribute changed at the same time. After the attribute point, there was an option for innate talent points.
Innate talent points: 1
Ross without the slightest hesitation points the innate talent points to only one innate talent skill.
[Consume a little innate talent point, the flame affinity level is increased to lv2]
[Fire energy affinity is increased, the final damage of all flame spells is increased by 20%]
Compared with the significant increase in damage caused by [Cold Blood] and [Overload], the 20% of Flame Affinity seems unremarkable, but this innate talent skill can continue to be improved.
"If you can blackmail Ash. Gogol one more, 20% should become 30%."
Ross began to look forward to a new end. The altar appears, as long as you can find the altar first, you can continue to collect tolls just and honorable.
Tolls are legitimate income, and they are definitely not deliberately targeted! It's the same for everyone!
After a magic hour, the Altar of Doom reappeared, and all trialists in the ruins of Doom looked towards the same direction.
Vick glanced at the direction of the beam of light, and said with a gloomy face: "First hunt down the spirits, wait until the other trialist and all the courts are cleared, then we will sacrifice!"
Ed also saw the new beam of light. At this time, thirty-one Human Race trialists were surrounded by him. In addition to a few unlucky ghosts who died in the hands of the ruins, there were four: Storm, Dusk, Judgment, and Blue Sky. The trialist of the fortress has all gathered together.
"What do you say about this altar?" the trialist of the Judgment Fortress asked.
Others turned their eyes to Ed. Although they joined forces, only Storm Fortress had two heart cores in their hands, and the other three fortresses had only one heart core in their hands, and they couldn't complete the sacrifice at all.
Ed pondered for a moment and made a decision.
"Let’s go and take a look. Where the Altar of Doom appears, there will be a gathering of spirits. If the number is not large, we can join forces to kill and harvest a batch of heart cores."
"Remember, we are trying here. It is possible to encounter trialists from Insect Race and Demon Race. Try not to conflict with them. Our numbers are not dominant."
Ed followed the beam of light. Go, relying on the strength of everyone's joint efforts, successfully arrived at the second doomsday altar.
It was a huge annular crater with a radius of several thousand meters. The crater was more than ten meters deep, as if it had been hit by a meteor.
But Ed is very clear that this kind of crater is not a crater formed by a star impact at all, but a scar left on the ground when some powerful existence dies.
There used to be a trialist in Storm Fortress, and found some kind of mysterious wreckage in it.
Ed was about to step into the crater, but suddenly saw a huge fire lit next to the altar under the crater.
Ed took a closer look, only to see a silhouette appeared on the other side of the altar, and there seemed to be something dragging in his hand.
I saw that silhouette threw the thing in his hand into the fire, and the burning flame suddenly became blazing.
The crackling sound of flames reverberates in the air, like someone is preparing for a bonfire night.
When Ed saw the person's appearance clearly, his heart was slightly trembled, the silhouette of the burning fire. It was Rose who he wanted to kill but didn't dare to do it.
"Why do you have him everywhere!" Ed was a little confused.
"Didn't Rose sacrifice at the first doomsday altar?"
"Who sacrificed and left?"
"He is here Why do you burn the fire? Did you invite anyone to the bonfire party?"
……
Just as Ed was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Rose waved at them, as if he was inviting They go down.
But soon Ed found out that Rose was not greeting them.
Ash. Gogol brought eight trialists from the Ash Fortress and appeared beside the Human Race trialist.
Seeing the burning flame, Ed instantly judged the identity of the person coming.
The lord of the Ash Fortress-Ash Gogol!
Ed looked at Ash. Gogol in horror. It seemed that he didn't expect to meet the lord of the insect race here.
In the guarded eyes of each other, countless thoughts suddenly appeared in Ed's heart.
"Why did the High Lord of Ash Fortress come here? Is this the body or the Avatar?"
"Ross just said hello to Ashes Gogol, Rose knew he would come "
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Ashes Gogol didn't even glance at the more than thirty Human Race trialist. He looked at Ross below with a complex expression, lightly saying:
p>"Let's go. Within three days, the Altar of Doom will belong to the Ash Fortress. You want to sacrifice, wait for three days."
One did not recognize the ashes. Gogo The trialist who was here, was trying to refute, but was pulled tightly by his companion, scolded in a low voice: "Don't courting death, this is the lord of the ashes fortress!"
The impulsive Human Race trialist and he was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly fell silent, looking at Ashes Gogol with horror.
Even if they have multiple numbers of advantages, they don't dare to be an enemy of a high lord.
Finally, Eddard stood up and said with a serious expression:
"Ashes. Gogol, are you too overbearing to do this?"
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"This is the Land of Trial. If you rush into it and interfere with the trial, don’t you be afraid of being punished by the rules of the trial!" Inside, suddenly coldly snorted, a circle of dark flames suddenly spread.
"Before I do it, hurry up!"
Faced with the stronger Rose, Ash. Gogol had to submit to humiliation, but he could face such a group of weak Ant, he didn't even have the interest to explain.
In the world of powerhouse, without sufficient strength, even dialogue on an equal footing is a luxury.