So after working for so long, I just got the news that the fire attribute plane may come? What the hell is this! The demon invasion is already chaotic enough, and they also come to the elemental plane to mix things up. Now someone tells Dawn that not long after A god-level battle is about to begin, and Dawn will not be surprised. Dawn even made another bold guess that the eighth demon invasion will bring all of this to an end, such as the revival of the God-King Era, or even the pre-God-King Era. Will the one who started everything come back to life in the end? Haha, since the world dares to change so much and all kinds of crazy things can happen, why not make the most ridiculous conjecture to make everything that happens in the future seem calm? ?It’s just that such dangerous thinking may bring some bad effects. Liming is worried that his crow’s mouth has really predicted the future direction.
"What should we do?" Li Ming felt that all this was a mistake.
"Wait, the Fire Demon is suspending its new big move just to accumulate strength. When they really have another big change, I'm afraid we can only wait and see." A trace of worry flashed in Yadi's eyes. Although the Sea Clan is still in a state of The latent stage, but as the demon invasion develops, it will inevitably reach the center of chaos. Regardless of whether the demon, the orc, and Feist are having fun playing landlords, which landlord or farmer will win? , the spectators on the sidelines will instantly become the next landlord or farmer.
"Let's go back first. The exploration of the fire demon will be stopped first. Only a small number of team members will be allowed to hunt for the fire demon crystal core. For the rest of the time, we will mainly focus on intelligence collection." Yadi waved his hand, and the others They all recovered from their resting state. Liming originally wanted to show off a large-scale space teleportation, but he was worried that he would teleport away the person with his hand. Although the probability was very small, Liming was worried that he was a chief and would have a bad face.
They were silent all the way, avoiding Firestorm's foreign aid and reducing contact with other mercenary groups. In fact, Liming also noticed that there were many in-depth exploration teams similar to theirs. They had seen three along the way, but their The marching speed was very slow, and two of them were even trapped in the Skeleton Forest, surrounded by a steady stream of skeleton monsters. When they saw Dawn, they rushed out of it, their faces were ugly, and they no longer missed it. With Dawn, they gained momentum. They retreated, perhaps because Yadi made their team too social. Those teams originally wanted to hold Ming Ming and his team back, but they were ignored in a magnificent manner.
"Going back like this? He is still waiting for news." Liming heard someone whispering when the team arrived at the original starting point.
"Otherwise? It's a blessing to be able to avoid these risks this time. If such a huge fire storm hadn't retreated faster, I'm afraid at least seven people would have died there. I know you're thinking what if his It would be nice to have a space magician in the team, but in fact there is no such thing as if, even if we just found the remains, what's the use?"
For such a conversation, Li Ming just wanted to complain. The friendship is not true enough. Otherwise, he would not care about anything when he arrived at the destination. He would go on an adventurous adventure and fulfill his promise of seeing people alive, dead and corpses. However, If you think about it carefully, does this team member also have a similar mood to Zuo X? When waiting to find the reason for Yes, the opponent is an irrational fire demon, so this team member's emotional stability is scary.
"Have you explored the core? It seems that your harvest is not satisfactory. After all, it is a B-level mercenary group. The mercenaries that can be recruited are limited. It is inevitable. Your team leader highly respects each one.
A living team member is priceless wealth, is that a proverb?" A man wearing a gray-brown fox fur coat walked over with a leisurely pace. Behind him was a badge with a wolf pack running in the wilderness on his chest.
Jackal Mercenary Group.
"Yeah." Yadi replied casually, and passed through the other party's somewhat dull eyes.
"At this time, the other party will definitely provoke. Then we will send three people from our side and three from the other side. After three months, or immediately, we will have a competition to prove our right to speak with our strength. According to the old-fashioned play, I should be
I came out at the bottom of the box and played an absolute role in establishing victory when the two were tied. Then I was hated by the opponent, and a series of assassination activities began. In the end, I endured the humiliation, rose up and destroyed the legendary mercenary group, and finally became a new legend!"
Thousands of classic scenes flashed through Liming's mind.
"Yeah." The other party just turned around and glanced at Yadizhi, without saying anything more, and left straight away. The script in Liming's heart was shattered.
"What's wrong?" Yadizhi saw something strange about Li Ming.
"No, it's nothing. I'm just a little surprised. Shouldn't they be provoked by you?" Li Ming was really outspoken.
"I guess they are looking for a chance to make us look good. They will do some tricks in the mercenary mission, but the intensity of revenge is very limited. The class divisions in the mercenary country are stricter than what you see in the empire.
Like a viscount who cares about a marquis's disregard, he can only endure it."
"But, logically speaking, since they are an A-level mercenary group, they should be considered marquises, right?"
"There are two types of conflicts between mercenaries, mercenaries and mercenaries, and the groups behind them. What he just provoked was a group, and I can also be counted as an individual." Yadi said.
Li Ming instantly understood what this guy was thinking. The actual combat power of Ambassador Yadi should be stronger than that of Feng X Man. If that guy wanted to provoke Tide Tide, then considering the tacit understanding between the mercenary group, he would have to endure it.
In the past, if this guy doesn't know what to do and wants to reduce the conflict to an individual, Yadi
He would never mind turning his back on the spot and teaching the other party a lesson. The mercenaries are indeed a bunch of old hooligans. When these old hooligans gain strength, power, and establish their own system, these slippery hooligans can even get ahead of the judges.
They stand in front of the so-called rules to suppress their enemies.
This is different from what was promised! Liming’s heart is up and down, what is this?! Every time I think I am ready, you do this to me?!
"The battle between wild wolves and jackals has lasted for more than a day or two. It will probably be beneficial to both of us to avoid it a little bit," Yadi envoy walked to Vinsk and said this in a voice that only they could hear. The latter smiled slightly.
Averting his gaze, "Master Yadi makes sense."
How long will these days continue? Every time I think I can let go and fall happily, but I am always stuck. A voice tells me that I cannot cross the taboo boundary. But who am I? Where am I? I
What to do? No answer, just instinct
They want to maintain the status quo, and they have no time to think about other things. They are resisting again. They want to eat, what to eat? Klein opened his eyes, and the slightly dazzling light passed through the dark forest through his pupils and was reflected in his sight.
are densely packed elemental stones. These are different from
The high-grade magic power condensation of the purest magic ore is a treasure that countless mages will be jealous of. It is retained in the instinctive memory. Craven realized that he seemed to be in a very large alchemy container. Where were the raw materials? He raised his head blankly,
See the hanging translucent
The crystal core, that beautiful crystal core with a hint of faded red, is the life adhesive that alchemists have spent their whole lives trying to refine. The fact that they condense a life force that is as majestic as the Behemoth is enough to illustrate that they
How shocking is the alchemical creature to be refined?
"We have studied the purpose of the artificial barrier as well as you. Do you really think that simply establishing a high-concentration magic barrier can suppress the abyss?" The alchemist stood in front of the transparent glass, watching the operation about to begin.
The current debugging is in progress, and nearly one-third of the alchemy giants in Feist are gathered together to create the ultimate biological alchemy.
"We are still divided after all. Your research will always be limited to the surface. Do you really understand the abyss?" A look of contempt appeared on the Immortal's face.
"If the abyss is interpreted, then the abyss is no longer an abyss. Let's wait and see." The alchemist did not argue, but continued to check calmly.
Run away! Klein seemed to be standing in a dark world, with loud buzzing sounds coming towards him from all directions. His head, which had been swollen and aching all the time, immediately slid to the edge of losing control. Demonic vines circled around, like
On the verge of ejection
The limited Miyagi slaves were squeezing out the last explosive power, and their eyes were immediately locked on these unstable magic vines. Klein's current state is very strange. Dark airflow gathers from the vines with him as the core, causing chaos and restlessness.
.
"Where is the Qingxin Powder? Can it be suppressed?" As the order was issued, the translucent alchemy synthesis room was shrouded in a light layer of light powder, and the trembling rattan spasmodic tail began to show signs of calming down, but it was in vain.
The power is like a chain that passes through these and has been inexhaustible
The magic vines that silently absorbed magic power were poured into Klein's body. Such huge magic power should have directly exploded Klein's undeveloped magic source, but due to some special things, his body was in the process of swelling.
Stop and start recovery.
"I think a moderate amount of magical suppression can make this out-of-control monster quieter." A hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the immortal. This kind of close contact with the fallen alchemical creatures is rare and dangerous, but it doesn't matter, the mage has already
Just after groping for the opponent's details, its small movements of absorbing magic power could not escape the immortal who was as familiar with magic power as a part of his body. These poor children did not realize that the source of these high-purity magic powers was standing in front of them.
"You are playing with fire." The alchemist pushed his eyes, but there was also enthusiasm in his eyes.
As Klein's aura continued to deepen, the form of the magic vine also changed simultaneously. Purple-red lines appeared on the originally simple black body, and dim light spots scattered, vaguely showing the posture of a prisoner behind Klein.
, he stood in the abyss, looking there, the main plane? Or more? His eyes were black, covered with scattered, dead stars.
Chen, the end of all decay comes from him, this exiled prisoner. At this moment, he appears behind the lost person who is also imprisoned. The vines make a crackling sound, and sharp edges shoot out from the end of the vines, "
Caracara!" The numbing sound of sharp metal points hitting the hard wall continued to echo in the empty alchemy laboratory.
"Isn't the magic under my control? This is really annoying!" The immortal's hands emitted clouds of cold white halo, which were like threads that connected the immortal to Klein at the other end. As the immortal moved,
In my mind, the threads are constantly shrinking, and the magic power is being forcibly pulled out, but the movement of this material form
It doesn't work on the magic level. The so-called pulling it out is an out-of-control explosion! The alchemist stood in front of the immortal whose forehead gradually shed some beads of sweat. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes. It's a pity. If he could finally do it,
If we strengthen the measures to imprison this monster, such an accident will not happen.
The immortals are living legends in the wizarding world, because every immortal is at least a magic master who has entered the realm of the Holy Magister. For the control of magic power, he can absolutely crush the abyss monsters who only have instincts, so the alchemists
It was a bit regretful, but they mercifully decided to keep the remains of this great monster as much as possible for further research.
"Uh-huh!" Klein's throat roared, hoarse syllables leaking out of his extremely tense body. The magic vines tightly strangled Klein's rapidly expanding body, and his body faced double oppression from the inside and outside. This kind of nightmare
The pain almost made Klein faint, but he was still conscious and his eyes were bloodshot and red, but it didn't help.
"Mr. Persis, I have something to ask you." Just when everything was about to settle, another uncoordinated voice came from outside the door.
"A gentleman should not knock on the door of an alchemist so rudely, especially the door of an alchemy laboratory. Be careful to let away big monsters you can't think of." The old alchemist joked with humor, but the visitor
Not appreciative, but stubbornly blocking the figure at the door, Persis sighed and apologized to the busy Immortal before leaving.
"If you don't throw yourself into the abyss, you won't have any hope. If you are willing, hand over your spirit and get rid of the so-called physical prison. Will the spiritual prison make you more adaptable?" The bewitching voice is about to run away again.
Crane's heart rang out as he collapsed.
"I'm an alchemist. Although I'm not their king, I can't bear to let others play with alchemical creatures like this. I've created a lot of weird monsters, including slimes and harpies.
Be it brown koalas, minotaurs, or shell pigs, no one can mess around!" Klein suddenly remembered, his body must be disintegrating.
Now that he has decided to take this road to the dark side, he must not leave it like this, because what he paid for the exploration of the abyss was not a body but faith. The vines closed up, and the immortal picked it with his fingers, using a pair of giant magic hands.
It condensed in an instant, and when I swept through the pile of vines that had lost their vitality, it seemed that the creeping behavior of the thing itself was just imprinted on it, and there was nothing.
"If there were no riots, I might have a chance to see an abyss alchemy creature with reason. It's a pity that more emphasis is placed on how to suppress or even reverse abyss corrosion and forget that this monster itself is restless." Immortal
Holding a dry vine in his hand, "Would you rather die than surrender? Why not do this from the beginning? It's a waste of our common time." (To be continued)