Oh, it's a bit unfair to compare a conjurer and an elemental magician together. After all, people rely on summoning spells and protective spells to make a living.
Seeing Little Freckles jumping to his side with a flash technique, Sherlock kept walking and rolled his tail around.
"Yiyi, I took the initiative to attack after seeing your signal. Who are these people?" Now that he had the chance, he finally asked this question.
As soon as the mage appeared just now, Zoe gave him a killing prompt. It would be a bit of a fuss to say that he was going to kill him just because the opponent said a few words.
Little Freckles lay on his shoulder, breathing heavily but without any explanation.
"Looking at their clothes, they seem to be members of a certain organization. They are not members of the Red Robe Mage Association, are they?"
"How did you get involved with them?"
Before Sherlock could continue to ask, the strong smell of blood came over along with a cough. Only then did he finally notice that something seemed wrong with Zoe's situation.
He had seen the dense wounds all over the opponent's body before, and they should have been caused by the dust storm.
But for a lord-level NPC with nearly 100,000 HP, this kind of skin injury is not fatal, not even serious, so he didn't take it seriously after taking a quick glance just now.
Now that I'm coughing up blood, things are obviously not that simple. Either I've been hit by some evil spell or...
"I'm so lucky, the day has come earlier." After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, Zoe's spirit seemed to have recovered a little. She endured the labor pain and took out a bright golden ball the size of a walnut from the space ring.
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Cough cough cough!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood again, she said feebly: "Xiaoxia, follow it and find that person, that Verimuoni..."
This sentence seemed to have exhausted her last strength, and after saying it, Little Freckles fainted on his shoulder.
"Hey, you can tell me how to use this thing..." Sherlock was talking, and the small ball in his hand started to move on its own.
After shaking from side to side, a pair of silver wings spread out from both sides of the sphere.
Buzz buzz——
The wings that flapped rapidly were like two silver rays of light, dragging their golden bodies and flying out.
These mages had so many gadgets, Sherlock took one envious look at them and hurried after them.
From Zoe's instructions before she fell into coma, we can guess that the other party is aware of his situation and has a corresponding solution, and this solution should be the Verimoni he needs to find.
Verimone, another name for the wizard Leatherman.
He had read "Witch Diary" before and knew that wizards could only leave Leatherman with the approval of more than three Ocelots (high-level witches), and most people would never get this opportunity in their lifetime.
Their fate was decided from the moment they were detected to have magical talents, which was to hide in the mountains and constantly research new spells and magic items for the witches to use in battle.
What has to be said is that ten high-level Virimoni may not be able to defeat a Bryslan (low-level witch) who has just learned spells.
However, due to years of research and work, their theoretical knowledge is quite profound, and the magic props they produce are what all mages dream of.
However, witches rarely let this happen. To them, Verimuoni is more like their private property, along with this knowledge and experience.
That's why Sherlock looked so surprised when he heard that the person Zoe asked him to find was Veriumoni.
"I wonder if he went out legally or defected?" As he was thinking about this question, a sound of flapping wings came from behind.
When he looked back, he saw three bipedal flying dragons carrying the group of red-robed mages chasing after them.
"Oh, you can't summon a mount when you bully him, right?" If it weren't for this abnormal state of demonization, he could summon the Yeqi and run away as soon as he got out of the battle.
At the flying speed of the Thestrals, these bipedal flying dragons would not be able to catch up even if their wings were broken.
It would be great, but the reality is that with the current speed of both parties, it is only a matter of time before the other party catches up. Even Sherlock can estimate that this time will not exceed half a minute.
Unless, he can think of a way to increase his speed.
Theoretically speaking, he is not familiar with this demon body now. As long as he is given enough time to adapt to the strength of its limbs, the speed will definitely become faster and faster.
But what he lacks most now is time. The group of red-robed mages behind him don't seem like people who would play cat and mouse with him.
Just when he was extremely anxious, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and it was the golden ball.
"Golden light..." Sherlock was so familiar with this color that he naturally thought of his own golden shuriken and...
Dragon power mode!
In the dragon power mode, black markings representing the power of the devil would appear. On the contrary, he remembered that there were also some golden lights shining on his demonized body.
This golden light should represent the dragon power in his body.
The relationship between dragon power and demonic power is not harmonious. When one appears, the other will lie dormant and wait for the opportunity.
When the dragon power was dominant before, the devil's power quietly served as the background. But after it successively absorbed the power from Xosai's heart and the hunter's medal, it was already stronger than the incomplete power.
Dragon power and body demonization are the most intuitive manifestations of this result.
Now, what Sherlock wants is to drive these two forces at the same time. Even if they cannot cooperate together, they must advance and retreat together.
This was not just wishful thinking, there was a person, or rather a dragon, who had already set the best example for him.
Since the solution is feasible, it is worth trying.
The first step is to find a way to lure out the dormant dragon power.
He was very lucky at this time because he had the habit of putting valuables in the space ring.
With a thought, a fiery red stone appeared in his hand.
Since he mastered the direct absorption of dragon crystal, this flame crystal has no use anymore. Sherlock originally wanted to get rid of the money exchange, but in the end he was really reluctant to part with the bits of dragon power that still remained in it.
It has been retained until now.
Unexpectedly, this useless prop became the key to his comeback this time.
He held it in his hand and absorbed it for a moment. After feeling that the speed was too slow, he opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
