"Insects stay on the tree, and you can reach out and catch them and get rid of them; if they get stuck between the bark of the tree, birds will peck and eat them. Although the pits will inevitably be ugly, they will not damage the tree; if the insects eat into the heart of the tree, the tree will be riddled with wounds.
There are hundreds of holes, and rotten wood cannot be carved."
In the main tower of the Black Prison Castle, Professor Yao stood on the edge of the city wall, raised his head, looked at the dark sky above his head, and said softly: "Now, the bark of this big tree in the Black Prison World has been penetrated by insects.
between."
The rolling thunder came from far to near, and suddenly turned into thunderbolts, exploding over the Black Prison Castle. The rumbling sound not only drowned out the howls of the rioting prisoners outside the castle, but even exploded many spells.
The voices were suppressed.
"call!"
A ball of green flames suddenly appeared in the open space not far from Professor Yao. As the flames jumped, a wizard wearing a black robe and kneeling on one knee appeared.
"Report!"
"The divination team sent an urgent message. The demon alliance has broken through the membrane of the Black Hell World. Several passages have been carved out of the crystal wall of the ring. Demons from outside the world will descend along the passages at any time. The divination team suggests..."
"I know, I know."
Professor Yao waved his hand, interrupting the wizard's report, lowered his eyelids, glanced at the magic shield with seven-colored halo flowing on the inner castle, and replied softly: "Everything is going according to plan, isn't it?"
"call!"
The green flame reappeared, burning from the soles of his feet to the top of the wizard's head, completely engulfing him. After a moment, the flames turned from strong to weak and gradually dissipated, and the wizard's figure in the fire ball also disappeared.
From beginning to end, Professor Yao paid no attention to the messenger.
After withdrawing his gaze from the inner fort, he looked outside the city wall again, looking at the criss-crossing ravines cut by the hell equation in the open space outside the fort, looking at the gurgling magma flowing in the gullies, and looking at the hundreds of flesh-and-blood rods.
, pillars made of magma and gravel, and the ferocious eyes on the top of the pillars.
The eyes turned left and right, and streaks of scarlet light shot out, falling on the defense shield of the outer castle in an endless stream. Traces of rippled magic appeared in the void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The dean of Jiuyou College sighed deeply.
"Who gave you the courage?"
He bit his pipe and murmured to himself in a voice that no one could hear: "He broke into a world completely controlled by wizards to cause trouble... and used fuel tactics to send batches of sacrifices.
...This is not your style."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky.
The thunder behind the clouds gradually became much muffled, but the originally dark clouds seemed to have been hit by those thunders, making holes one by one, with little white spots appearing, like holes carved by termites.
Soon, pitch-black, watermelon-shaped balls fell from the holes.
It was like a heavy rain, crackling.
It's like cannonballs falling from the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ball landed on the ground, but did not explode. Instead, it stretched out like a calmed rat woman, carrying a dark ring-shaped carapace, revealing their ferocious mouthparts and sharp claws, howling, and forming a powerful force.
The team, fearless of death, rushed towards the Black Prison Castle.
These strange-looking creatures have the heads and eyes of lizards, the teeth of sharks, and triangular tails like Tyrannosaurus rex behind them. They sway from side to side as they run, controlling the direction of their charge.
Professor Yao just glanced at the ferocious faces of those ants, then shook his head slightly and looked behind the clouds again.
He could easily tell that these little things were here to cause trouble.
It's like two samurai dueling.
If a fly or mosquito appears next to one's ear and keeps buzzing, it will not cause any harm to the warrior, but it will inevitably distract him.
In a master duel, any slight distraction will have disastrous consequences.
…
…
"let's start!"
Captain Misty stood above the head of the Banshee statue, with his arms folded in front of his chest, and his white cloak flapping behind him, as if it could block the sky.
Silvery white mist filled the surroundings of the ship, like thick balls of cotton, wrapping the Mist tightly in the center. Apart from the deck and cabin, no other scenery could be seen.
The deck of the Mist was densely packed with hundreds of figures standing there.
They are the crew members summoned by Captain Mist from the New World. Most of the time, these veteran crew members will form teams of varying numbers, chasing the wizards, heading to the new world, attacking wizards, and plundering resources.
New qualifications and juniors like Nikita, who have not been on the ship for a long time, are often arranged to mop the floor on the ship for a few years and gain some experience with Captain Misty before being released.
If the Banshee was still on this big ship, she would find several familiar faces standing at the very back of the deck.
Harry had taken off his pink Polo shirt and replaced it with a short coat stained with blood; Ryan had also tied up his long blond hair and stuffed it into his hood.
The strong man Arnold, who was often hung on the mast, was still naked to the waist, showing crisscross scars, and squatted quietly in a corner of the deck.
Next to it is a one-eyed old boatman holding an angry wind lantern in his hand.
The green light flashed under the old man's hand. After hearing the captain's order, the light suddenly brightened, like a signal, penetrating the thick white fog around the ship and connecting to another green light.
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth.
Green light spots lit up one after another in the white mist, like wolves hunting in the dark, opening their ferocious eyes and revealing their ferocious faces.
In the mist, there was a faint sound of shrill and long roars.
There were also the creaking sounds of other large ships moving forward.
A wisp of black smoke followed the passage opened by those green lights and surged up the Mist. It passed over the arrogant young demons on the deck and landed beside Captain Mist.
The black smoke faded, revealing an old face leaning on a cane.
It is none other than Sir Ulrich, the Lich Mentor.
A quasi-great demon waiting on the deck lowered his head respectfully, fearing that he might accidentally take advantage of the lich mentor and lose some parts of his body.
The bow of the ship is like a banshee's head. The long hair composed of big snakes is falling tamely in the mist, as if they have really turned into hairs.
"Are you sure the direction is correct?"
The old lich's low and hoarse voice sounded in Captain Misty's ears, and his tone was somewhat serious.
"Of course," Captain Misty stared at a compass floating not far in front of him, and replied faintly:
"This is the coordinate that we sacrificed a Death Prophet and six Siren Captains to the Black Prison before finally anchoring... Their flesh and blood has been integrated with the Black Yellow Wood in the Black Prison. As long as the Black Yellow
As long as we are still in the dark prison, our direction will not be wrong."