Chapter 967 Tea Maker and Assassin

Under the distorted effect of the law, the pale golden sunlight presents a rhythm and crystal like flowing liquid. Bathed in the golden light, the sand and dust in the dark pits that are becoming more and more silent begin to become crystal bright, finely divided The flickering light spots are the rolled colored glaze rolling with the wind, and every flash of brilliance in the air is a half-energy product of light and shadow intertwined.

In this space that has been completely quiet without knowing it, the legendary mage wearing the robe of stars like the night sky has been standing alone for several magic hours. His enemies are patiently hiding and preparing to attack, but the spellcasting How can the patience of the reader be scarce?

For Punk who released the "Distorted World of the Muse", it is in his best interest if everyone can continue to stare at each other like this. The price he pays at most is to maintain the power of legendary spells Then it's just a few hours of vigilance, and it's a question of how long Bill Cayton, who has to hide in the shadows under the pressure of law distortion, can last.

"Would you like to test your patience, Mr. Ketton"?

Calmly releasing his mental power to ask questions to the empty brilliance, Punk, who knew the enemy could receive the information, had an extremely calm expression.

He didn't take the risk of releasing any spells to search, because he knew that his enemy might be by his side, and the sharp dagger might have locked his head. At this time, any flaw should not exist. A long attrition battle should continue like this... It is best to last for a few days and nights, so that the stalkers hidden in the shadows can't bear the attrition and show up on their own initiative!

And during this period... the leisurely legendary mage can continue to speak out to provoke the hidden assassin, and enjoy a cup of good tea by the way.

"Since I'm free now, why don't we talk about the idiot Ankazan?"

He took out a Morris Emerald Fruit Tea from the storage ring, and the punk in the battlefield calmly condensed a group of water elements like having a tea party in his own magic tower, and the tea leaves were gently sprinkled and fell into the crystal clear In the water polo, it rippled along with the slightly diffused water waves...

"Well, Ankazan should be a passable spellcaster, don't get me wrong, the "sufficient" I mean refers to his passing in strength, but when it comes to life, poor "burner" "Sir, it seems a bit horrible."

While evaluating the dead enemy to himself, Punk had already begun to heat the tea, and the light emerald fruit leaves slowly floated up in the water element, and then slowly fell down again.

But before this fruit tea is brewed, the cold "life comment" of "Whisper of Destruction" is destined not to stop.

He turned his head in disdain to look at the scorched black corpse that had been mostly covered by dust and continued:

"In name, Ankazan is the so-called "maintainer of order in the central area of ​​the Faerun plane". It sounds like this name is the same thing, but unfortunately, this is just a self-proclaimed product of the Mage Guild in order to make it sound good. From the beginning to the end, I am afraid that no one has recognized Mr. Yanmei's nominal identity. Of course, the stagnant state of Faerun has nothing to do with him. In the days of acting as a protector, Ankazan's job is actually to stay in a Do you stay in a daze in a fixed place?"

The tone is melodious and peaceful, the tone is disdainful and cold, the legendary mage's comments on Ankazan are completely belittled, but this kind of belittlement is not groundless abuse but the real fact, and it is this damned fact that is the most It is impossible to refute.

And in this slow, word-for-word narration, the tea floating in front of the legendary mage finally began to gradually boil...

"Ankazan's legendary journey was too failed and pathetic. He was put on a flashy high hat by the Mage Guild and then confined to a small place like Gray Rain Country to be imprisoned. All the resources and knowledge can only be counted on Mesiu Your compassionate charity is aimless like a beggar on the street or a disabled wild dog... If someone "feeds" he will enjoy two mouthfuls, and if there is no "feeding", he will just sit in a daze and let the cold wind take away what is left. More body temperature, until the final fate slowly walks."

It didn't take long for the tea to boil under the glare of the sun, large and small bubbles surged in the clear liquid, the crumpled and crushed tea leaves rose and fell with the leap of the boiling water, and the entire round water ball began to It boils and dances under the high temperature roasting like fried hair.

Until this time, a hot, refreshing and delicious emerald fruit tea is not complete.

"..."

"Cheers to poor, pathetic, deplorable Ankazan".

Ending with a weird congratulatory speech, "Whisper of Destruction" put the fruit tea to his mouth expressionlessly.

If you want to drink tea, you can drink tea. Punk is not cheating at all. Now his words and deeds are extremely relaxed. Except that his left hand is still holding the body of the "pale scepter", his eyes and eyes are closed. The light lips seemed to prove that he was enjoying a delicious tea wholeheartedly.

Maybe the expressionless state still hasn't changed, but with those disdainful words about a dead mage, today's "Whisper of Destruction" definitely looks extremely arrogant and confident.

So... It was extremely abrupt and natural, at the moment when the refreshing tea was about to touch the caster's lips, a cold blade suddenly appeared in the stream of bright sunlight!

"laugh"!

"You despicable, shameless, damned bastard, what qualifications do you have to judge Ankazan!"

In an instant, the ferocious roar almost rang close to the ears of the legendary mage. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the intertwined laws and crossed the light blue light and shadow. At this moment, the furious Bill almost merged with the dagger in his hand!

Anger can inspire the courage and potential in a creature's heart, and it can drive those professionals with insufficient willpower into madness... But at the same time, there is no conflict between rage and reason. There are always some strong people who can control their emotions well. Emotion, so that anger cannot interfere with one's actions.

For example, Bill at this time is like this.

Anger is inevitable, the anger of his dead friend being ridiculed is already burning in his heart, but "Liman Flying Blade" has not lost any reason and calmness at all! Because at this moment, he knew very well that the caster with cold words was provoking his emotions, trying to provoke himself to appear from the shadows and attack.

So have you been fooled?

Bill doesn't think so!

At this moment, the reason why he dared to explode the assassination was definitely not because he was dazzled by anger, but because after spending several hours of confrontation, the confident dual-cultivation professional finally came to the back of the body of the legendary mage .

And almost at the same moment when the hot tea was brewed, the blade he placed next to the caster's head was ready for the strongest killer, ready to go!

I need tickets~