Ahhan burst into laughter again. I took this opportunity to give a signal to the tiger king and his companions. The tiger king immediately understood, gathered his strength, and charged forward! With a bang, the tiger king crashed into the wall of the hall, sending up a cloud of dust. Ahhan had already moved aside and his eyes were now ablaze with red light.
The "charge" of a warrior is specifically designed to deal with weak or unprepared opponents. It is definitely a nightmare for mages and priests, but not so effective for archers. However, Ahhan had already been distracted by me and was still able to dodge. This shows that his level is extremely terrifying.
I shouted loudly to everyone, "This person is under the control of the demon and has entered another door. Now he has been controlled by the Bull Head God. Everyone, subdue him!"
Honey and Wanmuhe also rushed forward immediately, specializing in scouting and quickly adding various spells for everyone. The archers also attacked together. The tiger king patted the head that was slightly dizzy from hitting the wall, spitting out sand and stones, and quickly rushed towards Ahhan.
The old tribal chief looked at his former friend with sad eyes. I didn't tell everyone to kill Ahhan, but just said to subdue him. Considering the tribal chief's feelings, it seems that he was really very sad.
The old tribal chief croaked, "Ahhan, your power has grown stronger. Did you really enter that other door? Could it be that you destroyed the seal that imprisoned the Bull Head God?"
Ahhan was dodging the attacks of everyone at an astonishing speed while laughing. His laughter contained grief: "Since I was young, I was ridiculed by my fellow tribesmen for my weak body. No matter how hard I trained, others could easily trample me underfoot. So I dreamed of obtaining power all the time. The Bull Head God gave me power, I am grateful to him. I am willing to be his lifelong servant! Moreover, as long as I can release the Bull Head God, my power will become even stronger, hahaha!"
The old tribal chief closed his eyes in pain, tears sliding down: "Is that so? To obtain power is to cause greater harm to the tribe members. Do you think this is what you want? Rather be hated by the tribe members than be despised? Then, I believe you have found your destiny..."
When I heard the word "destiny", I suddenly felt a wave of sadness. It wasn't because I was influenced by the tribal chief, but because I associated it with myself.
In fact, wasn't this Ahhan like me? Driven by desires, making a regretful decision for life, and ending up in an involuntary situation. Who could blame anyone else?
If it weren't for after graduation, because I disliked the job being tiring and the low salary, and didn't want to be at the mercy of the boss, how could I have chosen the path of professional player, which I thought was very easy?
If it weren't for my greed for the 50,000 yuan game bonus, seeing Zak, directly quitting the game and reporting to the computer management center, how could I have ended up in this situation?
"Destiny" is not something born in one's nature. What kind of personality does a person have, to a large extent, determines what kind of fate they will have?
Although Ahhan was faster than all of us, in the formation of the three warriors' encirclement, dodging was still very difficult. He didn't have time to stretch out his bow, so he simply pulled out his long knife from his waist and used a knife technique he wasn't good at to counterattack the three warriors. Wanmuhe, who didn't have good boots, was the slowest and was stabbed once, instantly losing over 100 health points, and the knife was still carrying corpse poison. I didn't expect an archer to have such strong close combat ability. And up to now, none of the attacks from everyone have hit Ahhan once. Especially when he moved through the three warriors, the arrows of the archers often hit his own people, although those in the same group wouldn't lose health points, it still affected them to some extent.
My fireball spell also went off, but he was too fast, and the fireball brushed past his body several times. Ahhan had hit our three soldiers several times, but they were all cured by the special guard. Soon, Ahhan realized that he must kill this guy who could heal and detoxify first. He accelerated and turned, quickly getting rid of the three soldiers surrounding him and charging towards the special guard with incredible speed. I was the closest, hurriedly taking a step forward, placing the shield in front of the special guard, and at that moment, the chief finally acted.
The chief cast his earth magic "Mud" at Ahhan. His feet immediately sank into the mud, and his speed greatly decreased. With a bang, I was knocked off my feet by the force of Ahhan's sword and lost 100 health points. The special guard was also knocked off by my body, but the teammates did not cause any damage. He was fine, but Ahhan was caught up by Honey and was brutally slashed by one -50.
Due to the slowness caused by the mud, Ahhan finally lost his advantage. Under the attack of everyone, he was continuously injured, and his counterattack, even if it hit the opponent, was meaningless. We have priests and sufficient healing potions, so the outcome of the battle no longer has any suspense.
Ahhan's eyes began to turn crazy, but his expression on his face seemed particularly determined, making me suddenly feel a shock in my heart.
Ahhan's expression showed that he would never regret his choice ten years ago! I couldn't help thinking, why did I think his choice was wrong? If he had followed the tribe into the door of death at that time, would it have been the right choice for him? Could he obtain the power he dreamed of?
If a person has no desires, how can he have hope? Because of desires, he took the wrong path; or without pursuit, standing still, which of these two ways of survival can you say is better?
However, God, no, it should be the game master, the fate designed for Ahhan was originally unfair. He had to still not catch up with others through his efforts, and it was the game master who forced him to enter the power door. But in real life, there are also many people who, after much effort, still fail repeatedly and end up on the wrong path. Why? Why does the game have to reflect the injustice in real life in the game as well?
Ahhan's body was already filled with arrows from the tribe's soldiers, and his body under the control of the demon god did not bleed, but his vitality was still rapidly decreasing.
I didn't check Ahhan's level, but judging from the way he fought with his broken equipment against 10 people above level 30 for such a long time and using a long sword that he was not good at, I estimated that his strength was already 50 levels. Suddenly, I felt very lucky. When nearly ten thousand Haza tribe members entered the altar, only one person chose the door of power, and it was the weakest one in the tribe. If there had been more Ahhans, not to mention whether we could win today, just with the power of these few people repeatedly attacking the crystal of the Bull Head God, the Bull Head God would have already been freed long ago. However, actually, I was still worrying in vain. This plot was designed by the game console. If it was too difficult, players would be unhappy.
In a long howl, Ahhan finally ended his life. Not because we didn't want to show mercy, but because he was too crazy, and we couldn't kill him without doing so. However, at the moment of his death, what I saw on his face was a smile...
Everyone was immersed in sadness. Special Guard and Honey were still young, but it seemed that they also experienced some kind of sadness in human nature and began to cry. Then, everyone started to cry.
My eyes also became moist, but I slowly adjusted myself. Ahhan's death couldn't be considered a tragedy. Now, the important thing is to complete the seal of the demon god.
But where is the demon god? Although he didn't wake up, but he just controlled the abilities of tens of thousands of monsters outside? Anyway, this task won't be so simple!
At this moment, I finally noticed something was wrong. That was the sad and oppressive atmosphere that had been covering this room from the beginning! I looked at my companions and was shocked to see that their crying was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Even the tough Tiger King was sitting on the ground and crying. From the eyes of the most sorrowful chief, it was no longer tears but blood!
I jumped up. What a powerful Bull Head God! How terrifying!
Judging from the "death-like atmosphere" I had sensed in the desert earlier, the Bull Head God was good at controlling the minds of creatures. Now he must have released another kind of "atmosphere"!
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the air: "Young man, you can actually not be affected by my 'grief's atmosphere'? Are you a heartless person?"
Looking in the direction of the voice, a faint cloud of smoke formed a figure in the air, very much like the Bull Head God on the throne. My heart tightened: "Are you the spirit body of the Bull Head God?"
The voice spoke: "Yes, although I have only regained a small part of my willpower, it is enough to control these low-level humans. But why are you not under my control? Strange!"
I felt fear again, not because of the Bull Head God's magic, but because it made me think of the demon Shaker. They both had high intelligence and were equally evil, and both used mental magic. How could I not be afraid? I no longer wanted to return to that eternal darkness!
The spirit body of the Bull Head God seemed to sense my fear and suddenly changed its tone: "Young man, considering that you can withstand my little magic, it's not easy for you. Today I will let you go. Sit on this magic circle on my left and you can leave here."
My will truly wavered at that moment. Facing such an impossible opponent, should I wisely retreat, just like I should have done when facing Shaker?
I tentatively asked: "Can I take my friends with me?"
The figure of the Bull Head God fluctuated, seemingly because I dared to negotiate terms and infringe upon his dignity. After a long time, that voice coldly snorted: "It's impossible. However, after their death, you can take what they have with you. This is my most lenient decision. Don't even think about bargaining anymore. I can withdraw this decision at any time!"
Suddenly, I laughed loudly to the sky: "Bull Head God, I was almost fooled by you. Now that you have regained this little spirit body, it can't hurt me at all! You have no power except those control-mind magic. And your magic is ineffective on me. So, let me bring you back to the seal!"
I rushed towards the huge crystal, holding a piece of magic crystal in my hand. I had already thought that this crystal was the crystallization of the vitality of hundreds of magicians of the HaSa tribe, sealed by their magic, and the magic crystal contained magic power that was in harmony with this seal. Using it, I could definitely seal that opening!
The soul of the Bull Head God let out an angry roar, raised its hands, and gathered a purple light ball, shooting it towards my head. At that moment, I knew I was wrong. The Bull Head God not only could hurt me, but he was actually using the same highly concentrated spiritual magic as the holy demon Shaker back then!
The light ball was too fast for me to dodge...