1041: Chapter 510: Fla Evil Spirit_1 1041: Chapter 510: Fla Evil Spirit_1 “Well… you could try it, no harm in trying right?
I trust you, Master…”
“If I try, I won’t even exist anymore!”
Master was troubled: “But we can’t just have Jerry absorbing the entire Fire River?
That would surely violate the rules of the Small World, and then the Sun Sky Fla above us would fall, incinerating and all of you.”
Jerry Gourd stood firm: “I cannot undertake this heavy responsibility, I request Master to choose another!”
Master was just as resolute: “You’re it, cooperate with Neil and this won’t be as hard… The river isn’t that wide… just about eight to nine yards, you can endure it.” Before Jerry could refuse, Master had already thrown him into the Fire River.
Simultaneously, Jorge Gourd was also launched into the river—absorbing heat from Jerry Gourd, rather than directly from the Alva Fire.
“It’s too hot, too hot, I’m gonna lt…” Jerry Gourd yelped, but the Master was already stepping onto him accompanied by Winston and Oliver Archibald.
Jerry Gourd transford to about the size of a sailing ship, and at the behest of his master, advanced towards the other shore.
A large school of Fire Beasts erged from the surging Fire River, led by a Fla Soaring Snake.
It surfaced halfway from the river, its small wings flapping fast behind it.
It couldn’t fly.
It was expressing joy from within.
It turns out the person it misunderstood earlier actually threw in such a big chunk to feed it!
The Fire Beasts sward around, crunching; but they couldn’t eat Jerry Gourd, the toughest object in the world.
However, this feeling was probably similar to…a fish spa?
Jerry Gourd shook endlessly, nearly making everyone on top fall off!
The Master was furious: “What are you doing, trying to kill your Master?”
“So ticklish…
I just can’t stand it…”
“And so hot!”
“And so ticklish!”
Jerry Gourd was in agony, but sothing about his tone was irritating.
The master scolded: “Master’s gourds are all professional, don’t ruin the master’s family image!”
Jerry really wanted to endure, but this feeling was so thrilling, even for a gourd, how could it really suppress its nature?
But the Master’s judgnt was not wrong: Although Jerry Gourd was crying in agony, the short trip across the river wasn’t damaging for him with the Alva Fire.
When they reached the other shore, Owen Bertram retrieved Jerry Gourd.
The Fla Soaring Snake and its comrades in the Fire River watched longingly, as if beckoning Jerry: co play again next ti.
Having crossed the dangerous river, Owen continued to lead them.
Yet Oliver Archibald looked back and looked at the Fire River sowhat regretfully: if these lots of Alva Fire could be collected…
he gave a bitter laugh himself, truly the human heart is not satisfied until it devours an elephant.
Owen had been testing from the mont he collected the illusory Fire Feather, in hopes of judging from the reaction of the entire Tomb Chamber Small World whether the Red Dragon Master was alive or dead.
He didn’t dare to use the Four Gourds and Fire Pill to directly collect these Alva Fire, obviously wary of the Red Dragon Master.
And given Owen’s dilemma at this point, he could not honestly tell his new recruits: Given the status of the Red Dragon Master, he will not awaken at the beginning of the Origin Resurgence.
If he woke up at this ti, his strength would be greatly reduced, at most, it would be in the Seventh Level.
This was not a problem with the Red Dragon Master, but that the world just beginning to revive still does not have the ability to withstand the existence of the Ninth Great Realm.
That’s why Owen dared to enter and find the Void Jade Sand.
However, they also can’t overdo things.
If they really wake up the Red Dragon Master, dealing with him at the Seventh Level…
even if they can escape, it would co at a great cost.
As such, while looking enviously at the Spirit Fire around him, Owen dared not collect it.
He had to keep testing to determine the patience of the master in this place.
Aside from having a better chance of gaining benefits, the more important reason was that on their upcoming journey, he was inevitably going to break and take away so of the arrangents of this place, otherwise it would be impossible to reach the Fla lting Furnace.
After crossing the Fire River, about a hundred yards in front of them lay dense Fire Forest.
A dozen yards of tall trees, the ivies, shrubs, wild grass, wild flowers, interweaved between these monstrous trees were all ford by Spirit Fire.
Different Spirit Fire have ford different plants in the Fire Forest.
The flas in the forest suddenly surged, as if obscured by sothing.
The three of them were alert imdiately, not daring to approach.
The huge flas kept rolling, and when the flas slowly retracted into the Fire Forest, an elite army remained: centrally positioned were fifty Fla War Chariots!
Behind them, three hundred armored infantryn.
A hundred Fire Feather archers on both sides.
All the warriors shared one characteristic: Dragon-headed Humans.
They wore fla armor, only their heads were exposed.
Their eyes spewed crimson flas, exuding a fierce and majestic aura.
The central army’s chariots moved first.
Each Fla War Chariot was about ten yards big, crushing everything along its path.
The warriors on the chariots swung their spears while the dragon mouthed “roar roar roar”.
Fifty Fla War Chariots charging together, as if an army of ten thousand was approaching.
The cavalry on both wings also sped up, beginning to draw bows and arrows, trying to pin the enemy down, forcing them to bear the frontal smashed of the chariots.
Behind Owen, Oliver Archibald’s mind was spinning rapidly: “I read military books for twelve years, let carefully observe, I will surely find a flaw in this battle formation for you…”
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