93: The only fifth-turn hero

The skeleton tilted its head and looked at Han Huohuo: "You know my name? Sandru... that name is too ancient, no one has called me that for a thousand years."

Han Huohuo took out the yellow paper from his Pregnant and threw it over: "Your name is written on this."

The skeleton was a little embarrassed: "That was my oversight."

"I just want to dig some ore in the river, I don't intend to be enemies with your giant pythons."

Han Huohuo repeated his idea. He couldn't figure out the skeleton's background, so he tried to see if he could communicate.

Sandru let out a piercing cackle and suddenly asked: "Do you know the origin of the Tongtian River?"

Han Huohuo shook his head.

Of course he didn't know.

"Let me tell you an ancient legend. It is said that a long time ago, there were two Gods in this world, a Black Dragon and a White Dragon. Later, during the war between Gods and demons, the Black Dragon was severely wounded and dying, and the White Dragon was unwilling to live alone, so these two Gods finally died together."

Han Huohuo never expected that when he met Sandru, he would actually tell him a mythological story.

"Are you saying..."

"The dead White Dragon turned into the Tongtian River, and the remains of the Black Dragon were buried underground, becoming a black river."

Han Huohuo was silent.

If the mythological story was true, then that black oil mine was actually the corpse of the Black Dragon.

Sandru continued: "I know you are looking for the black oil mine, but all the black oil is actually the remains of ancient divine beings, produced when buried underground. These remains possess terrifying power, it's just that the people of this world don't know how to use it yet."

Han Huohuo thought for a moment: "Then what exactly are these giant pythons?"

Sandru chuckled: "These giant pythons are monsters I cultivated using the remains of the Black Dragon. They hide in the cracks of the rocks and absorb a small amount of the Black Dragon's remaining blood, which is the black oil."

Han Huohuo nodded. He understood a little. No wonder killing the giant pythons dropped black oil resources. It turned out these giant pythons grew by absorbing black oil in the first place.

"Then why did you cultivate these giant pythons?"

This question seemed to touch Sandru. He didn't speak for a long time, the ghost fire in his eyes flickering non-stop.

Han Huohuo didn't disturb him, waiting quietly.

He seemed to be recalling some very ancient memories.

Sandru finally spoke again: "Because... I want to live!"

Han Huohuo was confused: "Live? Haven't you... already lived for a thousand years? Isn't that enough?"

Sandru shook his head: "You don't understand. Rich people never think they have enough money, and emperors never think their power is great enough. And I, of course, never think my lifespan is long enough." He pointed to his face: "Look, all the flesh on my face has decayed and fallen off, and I lost all sense of touch and taste long ago. I can never sleep, cannot rest. To survive, I poured out everything, gave up everything."

This was the price.

Everyone has their own dream. Sandru's dream was to live on, no matter how much hardship he faced.

Sandru spoke miserably, and Han Huohuo felt he was quite pitiful listening. He didn't understand how much meaning there was in living like this.

The ghost fire in his eyes flickered intensely. It was the first time Han Huohuo realized that this skeleton also had such strong emotions.

Sandru muttered to himself: "They... are all dead, only I am left. I want to turn back time, I want to live, live forever."

Han Huohuo frowned, noticing a word in Sandru's muttering: "They?"

Sandru nodded heavily: "Yes, they, all the brothers in the League of Heroes. The last crystal has disappeared, they were all Five-Rotation Heroes, they are all dead."

Han Huohuo was stunned. He had seen a tragic battlefield at the Hero promotion place, with remains everywhere, and a message left by their leader.

But Han Huohuo didn't mention this immediately. He asked curiously: "What does Five-Rotation Hero mean?"

Sandru laughed loudly: "Five-Rotation Hero is already a legend in this world, no Hero can achieve it anymore. You know, you can change class every twenty levels, but the maximum level for a Hero is one hundred levels. That is to say, upon reaching one hundred levels and undergoing five class changes, a Hero will possess the power of a God. Both life and power will undergo a qualitative leap, this is the power of a Hero's Five-Rotation!"

Han Huohuo was still processing this sentence.

Han Xin beside him suddenly sighed and interjected: "That's right, the strongest Hero now should be the Guigu Sword Saint, but he is only level 72. After that, every level up is an astronomical figure. In his lifetime, he may not even be able to reach level 73. Five-Rotation Hero, it's unimaginable."

Sandru glanced at Han Xin, then at the rusty sword in Han Xin's hand: "I know the Guigu Sword Saint, he is a genius. The sword in your hand looks a little familiar."

"The Guigu Sword Saint is my Master."

Sandru nodded: "He is already very strong, one of the top Heroes in this world, but he is still far from a Five-Rotation Hero."

Han Xin fell silent.

Sandru was telling the truth.

Han Huohuo pondered for a moment: "I accidentally obtained a dying message. The Hero who left the message called himself Gru. He said..."

Hearing Gru's name, Sandru was greatly shocked. He became flustered, releasing terrifying black energy all over his body: "You met Gru? What... what did he say?"

"He said... it's not the crystal, we were all wrong!"

With a soft sentence from Han Huohuo, Sandru was struck by this seemingly nonsensical remark as if by a bolt from the blue.

The ghost fire in his eye sockets changed from blue to green, then to red, and finally turned pitch black.

"No... impossible... It must be the crystal, it can only be the crystal. If it's not the crystal, aren't my thousand years of effort all wrong? Are my efforts just a bubble? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Hearing this, Sandru's entire magical power began to lose control, and he fell into a state of madness.

Numerous black storms violently erupted outwards from him as the center.

"No, impossible, you are sent by the devil to tempt my mind, I will not believe you."

Han Xin raised the rusty sword and chopped down fiercely, hitting the top of Sandru's head. He was directly bounced back over ten meters by the violent magic, hitting the wall with a bang.

"Demons, I'll show you what the power of a Five-Rotation Hero is!"

He casually threw over a dozen thunderous explosive bombs!

This is too outrageous!

One thunderous explosive bomb could blow Han Huohuo away, and he just casually threw a string of them. Is this still a person?