Chapter 110
Heath does not deny that the reason for wanting to kill each other is that apart from the fact that the two of them are attributable to each other, the other's magic stone pocket is also a major inducement.
He didn't think it was shameful.
From an ideological point of view, the black wizards in this World are dedicated to destroying. Their thinking and concepts do not bring any positive meaning to this World. They are killing purely for the sake of killing, which is an extreme anti Social personality.
In terms of rules, reporting the black wizard is the responsibility and obligation of every wizard.
If it is in peacetime, the head holding the black wizard can easily exchange for a large sum of magic stones at any wizard stronghold.
In short, for various reasons, this vote Heath decided, let's do it!
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After making a decision, Heath set out to prepare for the battle.
He first took out the hound's nose he got from Secret Realm.
As its name says, this piece of wizard equipment is made to simulate the olfactory function of canine animals. When assembled, it can greatly strengthen the wizard’s olfactory function, even if it is separated by hundreds of miles. Track to the target.
Heath put on the hound's nose, first recorded the body scent of this fatty, and then retreated into the forest to start the pre-war arrangement.
The art of war extracted from Earl Croya has said: Plan and act.
Heath's character will not fight insecure battles.
Judging from the combat capability shown by Fatty just now, he should be the body system among the three major combat systems of the wizard.
This type of wizard focuses on various body modifications, organ transplants, and bloodline enhancements, which greatly enhances its own three-dimensional attributes, and fights purely through powerful physical means.
As Knight, it is relatively easy to determine the physical attributes of the opponent.
Heath speculates that the Fatty’s It shouldn’t be less than 50 points. Physique needs to be observed for the time being. If it is agile, it should be evenly matched with him in terms of mobility.
50 strength, more than 20 agility, and unknown physique.
This level is already quite a terrifying monster. Without unlocking the seal of the advanced apprentice, Heath is not confident that he can win the opponent.
As for the undo seal battle... that is his biggest hole card and the biggest secret besides extracting the system. If it is not as a last resort, he is impossible to expose...
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A few days later, at night, north of the Soul Forest, somewhere in the woods.
"bang! bang! bang!" The violent explosion sound reverberated in the woods, Fireball, frost, lightning, wind blade, all kinds of magic beams back and forth in the woods, turning pitch black The night sky is lit up.
There seems to be a battle going on in the woods.
The two sides are fighting. One side is a team composed of more than a dozen low-level, middle-level, and even one high-level apprentices. The coat of arms on the cloak shows their identities.
Sect of Light, it is a tiny wizard organization that inhabits the soul forest.
Only one person fought with them. It was an apprentice with a big mouth in his chest like a monster.
Gathering crowds to bully the widows, but the light sect side did not take advantage at all, but was beaten by the single apprentice.
"Flame!"
In the brief sound of incantion, a basketball-sized Fireball flew out of the hands of a light sect apprentice, and flew towards Grice in an arc.
Faced with the flying Fireball, Grice did not evade, letting Fireball explode on his body.
The flames quickly swept through the body, but apart from the remaining fragments of the cloak burned down, there was no harm left on Grice's body, and even the skin had never been darker.
Looking at this appalling scene, Sect of Light is almost desperate.
"Strange...monster!"
"This is a monster! Monster!"
Amidst the apprentices' exclamations, Grice laughed heartily , Like a toad, a vertical leap threw the apprentice who released the Fireball to the ground, then grabbed the apprentice and stuffed it into the mouth on his chest, ka ka ate it a few times.
The apprentices of Sect of Light reddened their eyes and roared hysterically.
"Al!!!"
"Mongrel!!! I want your life!!!"
Everyone is doing their best to wave The magic wand releases spells one by one.
However, in the face of the absolute strength gap, their attacks were completely futile. Except for a few more powerful spell Grice, the remaining spells seemed to be scratching him. itch.
After a round of attacks, instead of causing him the slightest harm, on the contrary, there were a few more corpses on the spot.
The apprentice of Sect of Light is desperate.
The senior apprentice Paul, who just took over as the witch master, pulled his younger sister Celia and handed her a golden scepter in the shape of a cross. This is the sect of light. Scepter of Witchcraft.
Paul resolutely said: "Celia, take the scepter of light and leave here, after I die, you will automatically take over as the sect lord of light!"
In Celia's eyes Full of tears, continuously shook his head and said: "No...no..."
Paul opened his eyes red: "Please, my younger sister!"
The former wizard of Sect of Light, that is, Paul's mentor, had led people to fight with other wizard organizations in the first two days, and now this is all the power of Sect of Light.
As the witch master, Paul will never allow the sect of light to be ruined in his own hands.
He pushed Celia away hard: "Hurry up!!!"
Without turning back, he rushed back to the battlefield and blocked Grice with his companions.
Celia burst into tears, but watching all her compatriots continue to sacrifice in exchange for her a glimmer of survival, she finally stopped hesitating, gritted her teeth, and went out holding the Sorcerer’s Scepter. Run away.
But before she ran far away, Grice over there was laughed heartily: "Want to run?"
After that, a pair of big hands swept forward and blocked the road ahead. The two apprentices flew out, and then the big mouth on their chest opened, and the long and big scarlet tongue suddenly stretched out straight, and instantly curled up Celia's ankle.
Before Celia could react, she was curled up by the scarlet tongue and pulled back.
"no!!!!" Paul's eye socket cracked.
It is inevitable that Celia feeds her belly, but at this moment.
"zheng!" The crisp sound, like when a thin metal vibrates.
A dazzling cold light suddenly lit up in the darkness, like a bolt of lightning tearing the night sky, and like the light at dawn!
A silhouette suddenly appeared in the forest, and a black cross sword swept across the scarlet tongue.
Only heard the sound of'pu!', the scarlet tongue that resisted everyone's completely motionless spell was cut apart in an instant, and the curled Celia fell off.
At this time, she panicked, holding the scepter completely not knowing what to do.
Until that voice rang.
"Miss, I guess you need help now."
Her subconsciously lifts the head, she is greeted by a pair of star-like eyes, with a handsome face hanging on her. With a little smile like a gentleman.
He is brave and straight, holding a sword in one hand, and helping her in the other. His black cloak is hunting and dancing in the night breeze, and there is an imposing manner all over his body.
Inexplicably, Celia suddenly felt relieved.
She extends the hand and grabs the man's hand extended: "Thanks...Thank you."
But at this moment, Grice's voice from the rear sounded again:" Where did the damn Stinking Insect come from, dare to hurt me!"
When she heard this voice, Celia pretty face whitened and her body trembled violently.
The rest of the sect members of the light around are also shaking all over, looking like they can't stand still.
In front of the terrifying devil, everyone courage entirely to break.
But Celia soon discovered that the man in front of him had no fear in his eyes.
He didn't even pay attention to the demon, but first comforted himself: "You're welcome, any gentleman's man will not turn a deaf ear to the crying lady."
Grice, who was ignoring, burst into a blue vein on his forehead.
Just as his patience was about to reach its extreme, Heath's sight finally fell on Grice.
He casually grabbed the sword in one hand and shook out two sword flowers in the air, with a faintly discernable ridicule hanging from the corner of his mouth, with a look of contempt and disdain.
He said contemptuously: "The last person who yelled at me has become my separated spirit under this sword, and if you don’t give this lady kowtow and admit your mistake, I will Cut you into pieces and chop them to feed the dog."