Xing Ze watched the opponent roll into the woods and was about to pursue him, but felt his eyes blur and the surrounding scene changed. He realized that the opponent had used a concealment spell.
Unfortunately, with his blue beak, he could still determine the man's location - right behind a large moss-covered pine tree, if that was a pine tree.
He waved his wand and summoned the surrounding magic. The purple spear shaped by the magic energy shot through the air. All the branches and shrubs along the way were cut off. The spear penetrated the trunk of the tree easily, followed by a scream mixed with anger.
"Ah - boy, I will definitely kill you."
Hit. Xing Ze shouted in his heart, and then walked cautiously towards the pine tree.
Angus almost fainted from the pain. The spear penetrated his left shoulder, and the magical energy continued to decompose the flesh and blood near his wound.
He relied on despair and unwillingness to stay awake, wondering why the other party knew his location. The pain made his brain become extra clear.
What is the origin of this damn young man? He lured himself into the trap step by step, and his methods were like a seasoned hunter, but it was clear that he was the one being hunted.
Did he plan everything in such a short period of time? The initial impatient attack, the deliberate flaws in the middle, and the final show of weakness when he was exhausted.
Damn it! Angus, damn it! Move, he's coming!
When Xing Ze walked over, he happened to see the other party trying to pick up his wand. He walked forward quickly and kicked the wand aside.
"Where are the other two people?"
"Go to hell, you bastard!" Angus cursed through gritted teeth.
"Well - Undertaker." Xing Ze turned his head and saw the iconic symbol on the other person's neck, "The outside world says you have a tough mouth."
Angus took a breath. He didn't seem to be going to fight fearlessly. "You can't stop it, boy, long live the underground king!" he shouted, and suddenly started twitching.
"What a fool!" Xing Ze was helpless when he saw Angus foaming at the mouth, turning blue and twitching constantly.
These guys actually hid poison in their mouths, they were really desperadoes. After about ten seconds, Angus stopped twitching, and Xing Ze squatted down and checked his pulse.
After about ten seconds, he took back his hand and sighed: "It seems like today is not my lucky day." Then he started to search the other person's things.
King of the Underground? What the hell does that mean? Damn you bastard, can't you speak more clearly?
After confirming that nothing more could be found, Xing Ze left the body to Lan Bei. "He is yours, Lan Bei. Eat quickly, we don't have much time."
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The tar monster was trapped in a magic circle. The older wizard held a grimoire in his hand and muttered words. The other wizard continuously fed his magic power into the magic circle.
They looked defenseless, and it seemed that they had great confidence in their companions. It was a pity that that guy didn't even leave any scum behind.
Xing Ze, who was hiding in the dense forest, withdrew his gaze, waved his magic wand, canceled his eagle eye spell, took out a bottle of decoction from the ring and drank it.
A surging magic power surged in his body, and the veins on his face, neck, and hands stood out one by one, turning as blue as the sky.
His breathing became rapid and even stopped for a while. Finally, the veins dissipated and everything returned to normal.
Paracel's magic decoction, just like its inventor Paracelsus, is crazy and efficient. The decoction can restore a large amount of magic power in a short time, but the side effects are also obvious.
In the early stages of taking effect, it will put a great burden on your body. If you cannot survive it, you may lose strength, or if you are unlucky, you may even faint.
Xing Ze waited quietly in the forest for an opportunity. When the elderly wizard raised the magic book in his hand, he moved. As if he had deduced it countless times in his mind, he used phantom to appear directly between the two wizards.
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The first spell was the Silent Spell, which was the fastest spell he could cast. The spell hit the old man and he immediately became mute. He could only reach for his own in frustration.
magic wand.
At the same time, Xing Ze's fist had already hit another wizard's face. The wizard's robe contains magic power and can effectively resist physical attacks, so a slap in the face is the most effective.
This punch was almost done with all his strength, and the wizard was knocked out a pair of front teeth. He even spun around in circles before staggering to the ground.
The monster that had lost its restraints let out an excited hiss, and the old man had just taken out his wand, but unfortunately, Xing Ze was already there.
His hand holding the wand was forced back, and the sound of broken bones rang in his ears. It was only when his wand was inserted into his heart that he felt the pain coming from his hand.
He couldn't even utter any screams, and fell back with his eyes wide open. Xing Ze had no intention of stopping. He ducked to avoid the monster's smooth tentacles and continued to chant the curse.
Blue Beak! He shouted in his heart. The raven descended from the sky and turned into a scaly shield in front of him, blocking the monster's fierce attack.
The scales of the Ukrainian Iron-bellied Dragon cost him fifty galleons, but now it seemed that they were all worth it. Xing Ze felt happy in his heart and completed the spell with blazing flames.
The scorching flames were all tilted towards the monster. Using the blue beak as a shield, Xing Ze advanced slowly.
The blazing flames consume a lot of magic power, but he is not worried. The effect of Paraser's magic decoction is still there. If it is not enough, he can get another bottle.
The monster was burned by the flames and was scurrying around, but it could never escape the range of the magic circle. Its sharp screams resounded through the sky. After a few minutes, its movements slowed down.
Xing Ze did not dare to take it lightly, and waited patiently for a while. It was not until Blue Beak had consumed all the dragon scales that he stopped the magic, and the air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell.
He frowned and looked at the motionless monster. It looked like a pool of mud settling at the bottom of a smelly ditch, or like burned asphalt. It was very similar to Blue Beak, but the taste was not complimentary.
"You want to eat it?" Xing Ze felt Blue Beak's emotion, "Are you sure? That thing doesn't look very good. If you want to eat BBQ, I have a better recommendation."
Blue Beak ignored Xing Ze's words and turned into a black cat, pacing back and forth near the magic circle. Xing Ze sighed and shot a magic ray to destroy the magic circle.
The monster seemed to sense something and moved its body to escape. "I advise you to think about it again, okay, okay." Xing Ze wanted to persuade him, but the black cat had already pounced on it like a hungry wolf.
He let out a long breath and walked up to the older wizard. The yew wand was inserted more than half way in. His magical attainments were the strongest among the three, but he didn't even wear a magic robe.
Is he too confident in himself? Xing Ze guessed. He knelt down to pick up the grimoire, but as soon as his hand touched the book, it quickly burned and turned into a pile within a few seconds.