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Levin made his way through the inferno and went straight to Cirella's room next door.
At this moment, Ciri was still lying in bed, fast asleep.
The flames that had set the house ablaze had already spread to her body, but she was completely unaware of it and seemed to be sleeping even more soundly.
Levin stepped forward and gently patted Cirira on the shoulder, saying:
"Ciri, wake up, wake up!"
"Um…"
Ciri slowly opened her eyes, and upon seeing that the person who had entered was Levin, she turned around and said coldly.
"Why are you looking for me so late? Go find your old man."
Levin was speechless upon hearing this. Why do you still remember what happened this morning? We risked our lives because we were afraid the old man had some kind of conspiracy.
However, he was certain that Cirira had indeed woken up, but had been pretending to be asleep.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such a thing.
On the other hand, at this moment, Cirira was in the same position as Levin before, lying in bed but still fully clothed, so it was impossible for her to be truly asleep.
But now is the time to throw a little tantrum, isn't it?
Levin forcibly pulled Cirira up: "Haven't you figured it out yet? This place is burned like this, which means that Capac really has a problem. Since he has a problem, the reason I chose to be with him this morning was indeed to protect you."
The logic is as follows:
However, Ciri was rejected despite taking the initiative, and the blow to her heart was considerable.
She knew this wasn't the time to be willful, so she obediently followed Levin out of the room.
The two then went to Jaina and Tonks' rooms to meet them.
Tonks fared the best; his room was in a relatively remote location and was not burned by the flames, only attacked by spears.
But Jaina's situation is not so good.
Perhaps because Capac saw her as the strongest of the four, she received special attention.
The guest room she was staying in was about to be burned down by the dragon's breath.
Fortunately, Jaina was unharmed and escaped easily thanks to her fire resistance.
Of course, the story doesn't end there.
The four searched the inferno and, sure enough, found Capac's room empty, with no burned corpses.
It's clear that the old man wasn't here long before the attack began.
This further suggests that the attack was related to him.
What should we do next?
Amidst the flames, Jaina looked at Levin, seeking his opinion.
In this one battle alone, she had fully witnessed the boy's abilities and acknowledged his dominant position.
Capac was the only one who discovered the problem, and he also arranged a series of countermeasures in a well-organized manner.
Tonight's attack was a success, as all the defensive measures Levin had planned in advance had worked.
With such an excellent companion, she was naturally happy to take her opinions into consideration.
Levin just smiled coldly: "They actually ambushed us in the middle of the night. If we don't respond properly, wouldn't that mean we're afraid? The most urgent thing is to fight our way out and teach those murderers a lesson."
At this moment, Levin abandoned all calculation and caution, and directly waved his wand. A powerful shockwave suddenly erupted, shattering the wooden wall that was almost burned to the ground.
The aftershocks of the [Thunder Wave] spread outside, and several people who tried to approach the house were thrown several meters away.
Through the thick smoke and sparks,
In the firelight, Levin and his companions saw countless natives, wielding javelins, surrounding the hut.
But what attracted their attention most was the enormous figure, three or four meters tall, behind the natives.
The black dragon
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Chapter 168 Powerful, Expandable, Blizzard
The area where the shaman's house is located is the most important area of the entire tribe.
Normally, out of reverence, the tribe's natives would never approach this place, except for those who needed to serve them daily.
After all, shamans are the representatives of the gods, and approaching them rashly would be seen as an offense against the great feathered serpent god Viracocha.
Even the house itself has the nature of a shrine.
But now, countless natives have gathered here under the cover of darkness.
Under the cover of darkness, they donned sacred oil paints and battle armor, carrying their treasured swords, javelins, and divinely bestowed dragons, and faced off against this former holy land.
"call!"
A tall, elderly figure emerged from the crowd.
He was the chieftain in name only, second only to the shaman.
Like other tribal members, he wore a feathered crown and the most orthodox and solemn attire as a chief tonight.
The old man's expression was solemn as he gazed at the wooden house engulfed in flames.
As the leader of the secular forces of the tribe, he was generally the one who harbored the strongest suspicion and rejection of shamans.
Perhaps before today, he was also such a chief.
But now, he considers himself a faithful servant of the shaman and the most fanatical believer in the gods.
Because he could see clearly that the messenger of the feathered serpent god, the black dragon-serpent, had truly descended.
The existence of God's messengers proves that God exists, doesn't it?
Tonight, Quetzalcoatl had Capak deliver a divine message to him, saying that Quetzalcoatl's former shaman had betrayed the gods, and the gods had sent messengers to punish the traitor, and that they, the warriors of the gods, were to assist him.
The old chieftain had unwavering faith in the oracle of the feathered serpent god, so he and his people appeared here, shouting and threatening to kill the former shrine.
God loves the world, and the world should naturally love God in return.
The feathered serpent god bestowed everything upon their tribe.
In return, they would naturally have to give their lives for God in times of crisis to prove their faith!
"Puff puff!"
A series of muffled thuds came from the burning wooden house. The scout he had sent to gather intelligence was sent flying in one fell swoop. As expected of a shaman who had betrayed the gods, he was indeed quite capable.
Then, several figures emerged from the sea of fire and stood in front of them.
These were the foreign shamans they had warmly received over the past two days.
Ah... We were getting along really well, so why can't things continue like this?
"Since you have chosen to betray my God, then die."
The chief muttered to himself, then raised his scepter and roared:
“Chay_traicionaqkunata_.wa?uchiy!!” (Quechua: Kill those traitors)
After saying this, the surrounding native warriors, dragons, and young dragons roared and charged towards the man and three women in front of them.
At the same time, the divine messenger behind them raised his head and let out a terrifying roar.
Under this roaring call, the native warriors found that it was as if a fire was burning in their hearts. Then, scales began to grow on their bodies, thorns began to sprout from their backs, and their entire bodies began to transform into dragons.
The old chief smiled.
As the children of Quetzalcoatl, they were not only given baby dragons and dragon beasts by the divine messenger before the war, but also drank Quetzalcoatl's divine wine. Now the divine wine has given them a more powerful body that is closer to that of the gods!
This is the source of their confidence in participating in the siege!
While this ability is certainly not enough to defeat this traitor whom both the divine messenger and the Kapak shaman fear, it can at least cause them some trouble.
In that case, the Divine Messenger and Shaman Capak should be able to defeat them in one fell swoop, right?
Thinking this, a feeling called happiness welled up in the old chief's heart.
His greatest wish was to help Quetzalcoatl and his messenger as a believer.
However, the happy expression on the old chief's face lasted only a moment before it vanished, replaced by endless shock.
Despite being surrounded by hundreds of people, the villainous shamans showed no sign of panic.
Even the boy in the lead, and the blonde woman whom Kapak the shaman feared most, grinned and raised their short sticks together.
"【Powerful, Expanding, Blizzard】!"
[Spell Power: Super Magic Technique, increases all spell effects by 50% at the cost of spell level +2]
[Spell Extension: Super Magic Technique, at the cost of spell level +3, doubles all area-of-effect values of the spell (area quadrupled)]
Ahead lay a wooden hut engulfed in flames, while behind stood the divine messenger, whose very breath exuded scorching heat.
The old chief felt a chill creep down his spine for no apparent reason.
Then he discovered that a blizzard had suddenly fallen from the sky, raining down on the soldiers' heads.
No, that wasn't just a regular blizzard.
With the combined spells of the two wizards and the enhancement of various super magic techniques, the torrential snowflakes transformed into icy arrows that rained down from the sky, directly striking all the warriors and causing them to bleed profusely.
However, if it's just physical damage, it's not that scary. As long as the warriors hold on, they'll eventually get through the range of the [Blizzard].
Worst of all, these ice arrows come with a freezing effect, causing all the warriors hit to become frozen and stiff, slowing their movements, and many were even frozen solid.
In addition, the ice arrows produced unusual effects when they landed on the ground.
The original ground was transformed into a smooth ice surface by the influence of the ice element.
The tribal warriors, who had lived in the rainforest for generations, had never seen anything like this before. Except for a few with exceptional balance, they all slipped and fell to the ground.
With icy rain above and ice below, coupled with the freezing effect, many tribal warriors were trapped in the blizzard, unable to advance for half a day, and were eventually riddled with holes by the endless stream of ice arrows.
Seeing such a desperate scene, the native warriors behind them were filled with rage, yet dared not step forward to offer their aid.
The dragon beasts and young dragons did not last longer than the warriors.