"Interesting, very interesting.
Is this ancient witchcraft?"
The prince's eyes widened and he looked at the group of people fighting and protecting each other in front of him.
Everyone had lost their minds and wanted to strangle each other to death and take off their heads.
The prince did not stop him, but he was very interested and watched intently.
After a while, I looked up at the sky and found that the voices of the three witches were still echoing in the air.
"Then try mine.
I have never fought against the witchcraft of the witch clan.
Let me see if my witchcraft works."
After the prince finished speaking, he closed the folding fan.
Hold the folding fan in your right hand, then raise it with one hand, facing the sky.
"The long river of destiny, the reincarnation of fate, the fate of destiny, I am the master."
The prince shouted to the sky.
I was stunned, what kind of witchcraft is this?
The next moment, I saw a sudden clattering sound from the top of the prince's folding fan.
A water mark actually appeared on the top of the fan.
This water mark followed the movement of the fan, leaving a trace.
The fan is like a brush filled with water.
With a slight wave, the water on the tip of the brush is swayed out.
"I am the master, I am destiny, I am reincarnation, I will disappear when I say it will disappear" He took this fan and waved it at those crazy people.
The water trail guided by the fan spread to these people Like a gentle mist, it spread towards these people.
The next moment, these people were all stunned.
The originally chaotic scene was immediately brought under control.
"Well what are we doing?"
"Why are you pinching me?
Let me go.
Let me go."
"Oh my god, I got hit."
"Fortunately, I have a prince, otherwise I would have been in trouble today."
"It's a very close call.
Thank you very much, Prince, for saving your life."
"The prince is mighty, the prince is domineering, the prince is invincible."
However, the prince ignored them and looked sideways at the sky, because those shouts were still echoing in the sky.
He held a fan and swung it at the sky, saying: "Go away, go away."
That annoying sound, the sound that even I hated, finally disappeared, just like the mosquito that was buzzing in my ears was slapped to death.
This is the feeling, my ears are finally clear The three witches opposite had a look of surprise in their eyes.
They looked at the prince in confusion, put down their scepters, and stopped chanting any more spells.
Not only them, but even I can't see clearly or figure out what kind of treasure this prince's fan is.
"If there are any other tricks, use them again."
The prince said.
One word, crazy Two words, domineering The three witches looked at each other and nodded, reaching a certain tacit understanding.
They must have chosen what witchcraft they were going to use.
I saw them placing the scepter, and the sharp claws and nails of their right hands scratched the wrist of their left hand.
A brush sound.
A deep gash appeared on the wrists of three people at the same time.
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However, after a long time, no blood was seen.
Perhaps it was because he had been sleeping underground for a long time that his blood circulation had stopped, or even decreased, and he could no longer bleed now.
"Come blood, come blood" the three of them said at the same time. puff The gap in the wrist suddenly spurted out blood, spurting out like a pillar, like a fountain It startled me.
I originally thought there was no blood, but I didn't expect that even their own blood could be controlled with words, which was really scary.
Blood spurted out and fell to the ground, staining the moss and grass on the ground red.
But looking at their expressionless faces, they didn't seem to be in any pain at all.
They stared blankly ahead, at the prince.
One of the witches shouted: "The earth is stained with blood.
Warriors who sleep underground, you can smell the hot blood.
This is the blood of your tribe.
The tribe you protect is facing the slaughter of foreign tribes, and the pure land you rest in is suffering.
Trampled by the enemy, your descendants need your protection, wake up."
"What?"
The prince was finally surprised and said in disbelief: "Is the information I got wrong?
There are more than four giants underground."
He stared at the four giants across from him with wide eyes, waiting for them.
The second witch shouted: "The blood is flowing into the river, the blood seeps into the ground, soaking your bones.
This bone and blood are connected, don't you feel it?
This is the blood of your people, they are praying, they are shouting, they are calling , they need your protection, wake up."
The prince frowned slightly, and his expression, which had never changed since the mountain collapsed, finally gained a hint of solemnity.
But he was just solemn.
Perhaps he was thinking about countermeasures.
How should he deal with it if multiple giants really appeared?
he is waiting Waiting for the prayer of the third witch.
Waiting for the third witch to finish praying and see if a giant really resurrected from the ground.
Woo woo woo There was a whining sound in the sky, like the sound of wind, or like someone crying quietly.
The third witch prayed: "Don't cry, don't cry.
You are not weak.
You are the patron saints of the human race.
Although your body is dead, your spirit remains.
Stand up."
There was a rumbling sound, and the earth shook.
I saw the ground cracking, and the traces were shocking.
It was the first time I saw the ground cracking, and I was looking down from a high place, so it was particularly clear.
The next moment, a pair of huge hand bones stretched out from the crack, clinging to the edge of the crack, and then pulled.
The cracks were opened.
Skeletons stood up one after another.
The huge skeletons should be the skeletons that these giants turned into after their death.
Each skeleton was stained with bright red blood, which should be the blood of the three witches.
This is probably where the witchcraft works.
"Fight, patron saint of the human race, warriors of the human race, with bones and souls, blood and flesh.
Thousands of years ago, your flesh and blood turned into soil.
Thousands of years later, the soil turned into flesh and blood, creating your indestructible The body of the God of War.”
One word uttered, and the earth shook again The dirt on the ground flew towards these skeletons.
Dust filled the sky, like a tornado, swirling around all the skeletons and wrapping them up.
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The soil adheres to the bones, accumulating layer by layer, adhering layer by layer.
The body slowly takes shape, and the muscles slowly expand.
A clay war god stood in front of me in an instant "roar" After taking shape, the Clay God of War roared into the sky, like an undefeated God of War, standing tall against the sky and the earth.
After roaring, he rushed towards the prince's group.
Running wildly, the heaven and earth trembled.
This is the warrior of the human race, the patron saint of the human race.
Even if the body rots and turns into soil.
But the bones remain, and the heroic spirits also remain in the bones.
The flesh and blood turn into soil.
After hearing the call of the tribe, they still stand up and fight for the human race and the tribe.
The prince's eyes were full of shock.
This scene must have been something he had never seen before.
But apart from shock, there was no panic.
Instead, he felt a little more calm.
Perhaps he was glad that these were not real giants, but just their skeletons: