Chapter 1457 Missing
"Where's Momo?"
"Have you seen the sub-team?"
"Where did Momo go?"
"Where is Mo Ye?"
"Where did my sister go?"
"Why hasn't Mo Mo returned to the team?"
Questions of similar content are staged on different people every day, and it has almost become a fixed content of the opening remarks of the big guys in the Yan Luo Islands when they meet every day. ▽□Tomato Novel Network▽ ```----
More than a month after the Battle of Basra Star, Mo Ye also mysteriously disappeared for more than half a month. Fifteen days have passed since Mo Ye contacted Yan An last time. People seem to have disappeared from the world, and there is no news, not even a shadow of a person, and no correspondence.
If it wasn't for the egg cake being anchored on the coast of the Yanluo Islands, Yan An would almost have thought that Mo Ye had driven the egg cake to go to the imperial capital of the Weilan Empire alone to take revenge.
Standing on the coast and looking at the Eggcake, which was opening its cabin roof to absorb solar energy, Yan An helped the mirror frame and then rubbed his twitching temples. Could it be that he went there alone without taking the Eggcake?
This suspicion is not impossible, Yan An's expression became tangled, it should be impossible, no matter how you say it, it is right to bring the two great strengths of 11 and Luo Meizi.
Yan An boarded the egg cake and found Ban Yue who was watering the flowers and plants. This person was probably the only person who might know Mo Ye's whereabouts. After all, Ban Yue and Xiao Qi are two people who can use special signal fluctuations to communicate even if the star network signal is cut off. Out of print.
"Ban Yue, Mo Mo has been missing for half a month, do you know where she went?"
Banyue floated among the flowers and plants, folded her hands on her chest and directed the sprinkler system to sprinkle water in a rhythmic manner, without raising her head, she asked with a smile, "Head Yan, is there anything urgent you need to do with the little master?"
How should I put it, the head of the group who is so busy flying every day is full of bitter tears, why is he so hot, there are a lot of things in the group that need to be dealt with, if you want to talk to Mo Ye, you are not in a hurry, or you are not in a hurry Also anxious. □ Tomato □○Novel Network△ □ ``---``---`So this is really impossible to answer.
Yan An just asked a question every day, and he didn't expect Ban Yue to give him an accurate answer.
Half a month's answer is exactly the same every day,
including smileys.
In fact, Ban Yue didn't know where Mo Ye was, and he and Xiao Qi had lost contact for half a month.
After the battle, Burgess left Basra's orbit and reselected a new anchorage.
The northwestern border star field of the Free Federation has become the main battlefield for the Zerg and the Weilan Empire to attack the Free Federation. The Northwest Frontier Army is very busy, and Burgess, who is their ally, is not idle.
Although Burgess changed the berth, he did not leave the Northwest Starfield of the Free Federation. For the Explorers, staying here is undoubtedly a more convenient choice for carrying out tasks.
From the main group to all sub-groups are busy hunting insects to collect points, the Zerg army and the fleet of the Weilan Empire are pressing hard. The Federal Northwest Frontier Force is under enormous pressure.
Burgess' staying behind gave them a lot of help, although it was paid.
So where is the missing mage?
In the ancient city of Naville, in the cemetery.
At the beginning, Mo Ye really didn't plan to stay for such a long time, thinking about the time difference anyway, so he didn't specifically notify other people, who knew that the plan would not go as smoothly as expected.
After the last few battles, Mo Ye is only half a step away from comprehending the original law of the ice element, just a little bit, but that little bit is too much to pass, so she plans to use the time difference to give the last point to the cemetery. After thinking about it thoroughly, Mo Ye obviously underestimated the difficulty of breaking through the last point, and the stay time had to be extended. □ ○ ◇Tomato Novel Network -`---`-``--``
Once a magician starts to practice in retreat, he tends to ignore everything around him. Sensitivity to the passage of time is also reduced.
forest of death,
A dark and humid atmosphere permeated the air, and the air seemed to be mixed with a slight smell of blood. This smell of blood made the evil spirits in the forest of death more crazy, and the wind howled.
Mo Ye hid in a bush, carefully concealing his aura, enduring bursts of stinging pain from his arm.
There was a five-inch-long wound on the upper arm of his right hand. The wound penetrated into the flesh and blood, and the skin was turned outwards. The wound looked rather hideous.
The skin near the wound was dark and tended to spread to the surroundings. It was somewhat surprising that such a wound appeared on the body of a three-star space magister.
"Master, your wound needs to be treated immediately, and the epidermal cells are being necrotic in a large area." Xiao Qi was very worried about Mo Ye's physical condition.
Mo Ye let out a breath. Nodding her head, she knew that what Xiao Qi said was right, the wounds caused by these evil spirits were extremely corrosive and diffuse, and the consequences would be serious if they were not treated in time.
On the premise of not using space magic, the mental power is suppressed at the same time. As a fragile magician, the risk factor of fighting is exponentially increasing.
Especially when fighting, insist on using only ice magic as the dominant. It makes the battle more and more difficult. After all, ice magic is not so good against undead creatures that are immune to physical attacks.
Fortunately, such a wound is not impossible for Mo Ye to heal, although it is very painful.
A healing light fell on the right arm, and the warm light penetrated into the wound on the arm,
The sharp pain at the moment of "hiss" made Mo Ye gasp.
The healing energy of the light system is intertwined with the corrosive dead energy left by the evil results. For Mo Ye, pain is the most intuitive feeling. The healing process is actually more painful than the moment of injury. Tomato Novel Network ```-``-`-`
It really hurts the baby mage!
The bleeding wound began to heal, and the blackness on the surrounding skin gradually receded, and the continuous healing light finally defeated the black death energy.
If it weren't for the tempting time difference in the cemetery, and Mo Ye felt that time was tight and there was not enough time, she would never choose to come here to retreat and realize the original law of the ice system.
Calculated according to the interstellar standard time outside, it has been fourteen days since Mo Ye entered the cemetery. Calculated by the time difference between inside and outside, more than ten years have passed in the cemetery.
Time is the most meaningless thing for people who have died. They live a repetitive life day after day, and stagnant water is generally difficult to make any waves. The undead living here cannot feel the meaning of the speed of time. Go to sleep when you are really bored, maybe a hundred years have passed since you woke up.
For a magister with a long life, he is also not very sensitive to the passage of time, but it is rare to retreat for more than ten years at a time.
But Mo Ye didn't want to give up halfway, and always felt that this time it must be done in one go.
Mo Ye moved between the various tomb islands in the cemetery, living with the undead residents on the island. In order not to be discovered as a living person, Mo Ye must carefully control his mental power in addition to using the soul stone. After more than ten years, Mo Ye's mental power control is accurate enough to make any magician of the same level feel incredible.
Of course, Mo Ye spent a lot of time in the death forest. On top of resisting the tide of evil spirits, one can stabilize the stability of the cemetery, and two can use ice magic in actual combat to strengthen one's understanding of the original law.
For example, right now.
The evil spirits encountered this time were very powerful, and the night watchman team suffered heavy casualties. The souls of two night watchmen were devoured by this king-level evil spirit and turned into nourishment. ▽ ``-`
Mo Ye met by chance, and was injured by the evil spirit when he rescued the night watchman. Mo Ye's powerful life force was obviously more attractive to this king-level evil ghost than the night watchman, so he was easily led around by Mo Ye. Walk.
A trace of icy air surrounds the woods. It is different from the chill brought by the undead and sea water, but a biting cold air.
The evil spirit was less than a hundred meters away from Mo Ye, and the corrosive breath of death rushed towards him.
There was a whisper whispering something in his ear, and Mo Ye knew that it was an illusion caused by a mental attack, and it was a whisper from a demon. It keeps lingering in my ears, until people can't bear to listen to this gentle and treacherous voice, their willpower collapses and they lose themselves.
This is obviously one of the signature tricks of king-level evil spirits. Many night watchmen who are not strong enough will cause their souls to collapse and eventually fall into the belly of evil spirits.
To Mo Ye, these sounds were more like mosquitoes circling around his ears. Although the buzzing sound was not fatal, it was disturbing.
Ow!
With a sharp roar, the evil spirit had already confirmed Mo Ye's location by following the bloody breath of the creatures.
A series of attacks with a strong corrosive atmosphere had come like a shadow, surrounding Mo Ye.
Danger!
The air was full of shocking ripples, and the ghost screamed with a terrifying and murderous aura.
Although these shocks are different from ordinary physical attacks, they have both physical and mental lethality. This kind of attack power is definitely at the level of a lich.
Clang!
Ice rose from the ground. A pure ice wall has no defense against such an attack, but ice flame is an attack magic that is also lethal to the soul. A layer of ice flame is burning on the outer edge of the ice wall, which has an extremely low temperature but is enough to burn everything. terrible power.
Every ounce of Mo Ye's mental power output is under the strictest control without causing any waste.
The two forces clashed against each other. The rotting wood of the death forest was washed away by the shock waves caused by the two powerful attacking forces at an incredible speed, and the screams of the evil spirits lingered for a long time.
The stalemate was only for a moment. When Mo Ye's mental power accelerated, the ice flame centered on Mo Ye and burned a hundred miles around, including the screaming evil ghost.
Bitter cold air covered the entire forest, and frost hung on the treetops. Mo Ye stood in the center of a burnt forest, and breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally done.
After so many years of continuous use, Mo Ye's control over the ice flames has already been advanced, and the maximum output of the ice flames with the least consumption of mental power and magic power is not only due to the strengthening of mental power control ability, but more importantly, Mo Ye Ye's understanding of the original law of the ice element deepened, and the more she knew, the more concise and labor-saving she was able to cast magic.
Mo Ye sat on Uncle Banzhuan's back and patted, "Let's go."
When another group of night watchmen arrived, the tide of evil spirits on this island had been stopped, and the coast had returned to its former calm.
One star island, there is a tavern in the center of the island.
When the sun was shining brightly at noon, the scorching sun was shining in the sky. The tavern on the corner had just put up its signboard. There were only a few customers in the empty hall. Mo Ye was quietly holding a glass of light green tonic by a round table in the corner. The wine stayed facing the window, or it was waiting for someone.
After a while, an old man with white hair pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. He was dressed in formal attire, and he didn't look like he would come to a corner tavern at all.
"Old Jack, you are here."
"Still the same, a glass of 'Red Trier' right?"
"Haha, yes, Baggio's Red Trier is the best wine."
Obviously this old man is a frequent visitor to the tavern, and the bartender and receptionist greeted him warmly.
Old Jack went straight to Mo Ye's table and sat down, took off his hat and bowed gracefully, "It's rude to keep the young lady waiting for a long time."
The neat formal attire was completely different from the loose and unrestrained decoration style of the tavern. The white old man looked like a real gentleman, but he didn't feel that he was out of harmony with the surrounding environment at all.
Mo Ye hooked the corners of his lips, "I just arrived." This was the truth, Mo Ye sat down for only a minute.
Old Jack is a resident of One Star Island, and of course he has been dead for many years. His special identity is that he used to be a night watchman, the former director of One Star Island, and his soul power Being weakened and losing his fighting ability, he was destined to become an ordinary islander on One Star Island.
More importantly, although Old Jack has no memory of his life, he was an ice saint before his death. He became a soul body and entered the cemetery to become a night watchman. After practicing undead magic, it also has ice attributes in it. power in the soul.
Mo Ye met this old man by chance ten years ago when he was stopping the tide of evil spirits, and he became friends with each other because of his intention to get acquainted.
When Old Jack met Mo Ye for the first time, he tried to persuade Mo Ye to become a night watchman. In his opinion, Mo Ye was really a very good talent, but when they met for the second time, Old Jack said that Never mentioning the matter, after all, it is impossible for a real living person to become a night watchman.
Old Jack saw through Mo Ye's disguise, but he didn't.
From time to time, the two would meet in the tavern to have a drink and chat, mostly to discuss some knowledge related to ice abilities, and they got along very happily.
"Last night's Evil Ghost Tide had a very powerful Evil Ghost King, and two night watchmen died."
Sacrifice on Tomb Island means that the soul is devoured and dissipated forever.
"If it wasn't for you, the casualties would have been more serious." Old Jack raised his glass, "To the dead warrior." The orange liquid in the small glass was drank down in one gulp.
In order to maintain a peaceful life on Tomb Island, and to deal with the occasional tide of evil spirits in the Death Forest, there are not a few night watchmen who are swallowed up. Things have become serious only because no new souls have entered Tomb Island for a long time. The population is not replenished. (To be continued.)