Chapter 97 Luoxia Mountain

Ye Huo lay leisurely on the grass. He believed that under the teleportation scroll of Podoro, he had at least left there for thousands of miles! Even Li Voss, the ninth-level god of war, can never catch them.

Looking at the Podoro who looked at him like a resentful woman, Ye Huo spit out the weeds in his mouth and said, "What are you looking at! I said, Xiaobo, if I hadn't gone out to help you, now you would have been taken away by that Li Woss. Is your attitude to look at the benefactor?"

"I don't know what kind of benefactor is unkind! All I know is that we are completely lost this time!" Podoro looked at this place where there was no village in front and no shop in the back, and even the heart was about to die.

Ye Huo didn't care much about getting lost. Are you lost? This should be nothing to me. As long as you summon Fati and find a random place to fly all the way, there will always be times when you see people. So getting lost is not a problem for you at all.

However, this is the cruelest thing in the world for Podoro, an idiot, because Podoro knows that his desire to go home may really be broken this time.

After this trouble, even if Podoro was really an idiot, he would never dare to find a city to block the door with the death canopy. He believed that if he dared to do this, maybe Lee Voss, the ninth-level god of war, would appear as soon as possible.

"Do you know where this is?" Seeing that Ye Huo was still very calm, Podoro thought that this guy might know where he was.

"I don't know! But this place is very similar to the legendary orc prairie. Ye Huo still answered calmly.

As for Ye Huo's answer, Podoro couldn't calm down at all. He knew what would happen to the two of them if this was really an orc grassland.

From ancient times to the present, orcs, elves, titans and other races are common comrades-in-arms, and the common enemies of these races are alliances of humans and dead. It can be said that if this is really the orc prairie, Podoro will definitely choose to commit suicide instead of being caught by orcs to sacrifice their damn totem.

Looking at Podoro's seemingly withered appearance, Ye Huo also stopped his intention to continue teasing him. A standard carp stood up from the grass. Ye Huo said to the tortured dead brother who no longer had a trace of aristocratic demeanor, "I won't make fun of you. This is not an orc grassland. We are very lucky. Look at the mountain over there!" Ye Huo said and pointed in one direction with one hand.

"That is Luoxia Mountain, and behind Luoxia Mountain is the abyss of your home. So congratulations, your teleportation scroll is very successful. Ye Huo regained his decent appearance again.

Listening to Ye Huo's words, Podoro's decadent appearance suddenly swept away. He stood up and began to look at the sunset mountain mentioned by Ye Huo. Seeing this, Podoro was overjoyed.

Although he is a standard road idiot, he still has a certain memory of Luoxia Mountain. When I followed the elder out, I did fly over this mountain, so I still have a clear memory of Luoxia Mountain Podoro.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get out quickly!" At this time, Bodoro regained his infinite vitality and said to Ye Huo beside him. What he didn't see was that after the incident of Li Woss just now, he didn't hold so much grudges against Ye Huo at this time.

Looking at the extremely excited Podoro, Ye Huodu had to sigh, "Is it really so good to go home?" Look at Podoro at this time. The Dharma robe on the upper body has been torn off by Ye Huo. With his burned head and his smoked black face, Ye Huo felt that Bodoro was more like an undead than a dead spirit at this time...

"What's the hurry! In case Li Wos asks my teammates that we are coming to Luoxia Mountain, aren't we going to Luoxia Mountain to die now? So we should stay here for a few days. Ye Huo was not carried away by joy like Podoro. The first thing he thought cautiously was whether Li Wos would run to Luoxia Mountain.

After all, a noble ninth-level god of war was harmed by himself. Although he didn't cause any harm, he couldn't say anything about his face. For a ninth-level god of war, sometimes face is more important than name.

Therefore, Ye Huo felt that it was not a very clear idea to go to Luoxia Mountain at this time.

After Ye Huo finished his words, no matter how stupid Podoro was, he felt that what he said was indeed true. If I had been insulted like that, I guess... it would be that I would have been insulted worse than Li Wos?

At this time, Podoro remembered that the extremely calm guy in front of him had insulted him half an hour ago. Thinking of this, Podoro once again looked at the hooligan in front of him with that hateful gaze.

"Don't look at me with your resentful eyes. You should know that at this time, your image is matched with your vision. Everyone who sees you will regard you as an undead spirit rather than a dead spirit..." Ye Huo really couldn't bear to continue to look at Podoro like this, and pointed out the problem of Podoro's image in a word.

A silver mirror was taken out of the space ring, and Podoro finally showed his current state. Then a voice louder than the sound of the little lady when she was xxed came out of the mouth of this extremely narcissistic necromancer.

"You damn hooligan, look at what you did to me! I'm finished, I'm finished! I'm going to die with you!" Podoro threw away the mirror and rushed to Ye Huo and strangled Ye Huo's neck.

For the slightly excited Podoro, Ye Huochong pulled out the iron rod behind him that had not been behind him for a long time, and directly hit this crazy guy!

And Ye Huo's blow finally woke up the crazy Podoro, making him realize that the mage sometimes also needs a powerful and lethal weapon.

"Listen! If you don't want to change from the dead to the undead, be honest with me!" Ye Huo waved the iron rod and warned Podoro.

Taking out his staff from the space bracelet, Potoro looked at Ye Huo with an indignation face. It's not that he didn't want to deal with Ye Huo with dark spells, but he didn't really want to die with Ye Huo. After all, the two signed a friendship contract, so once Ye Huo really died, it would be of no benefit to him at all.

Looking at the calm Podoro, Ye Huo also pinned the iron rod behind his waist again. In fact, Ye Huo also knew that Podoro was one level stronger than himself. Even if his divine power restrained him in some aspects, he was much more likely to lose if he really fought.