Chapter 473 The Anger of Old Wet Eyes (One More Update!)

Chapter 473 The Anger of Old Wet Eyes (One more update!)

"Low-level monster summoning technique?"

Looking at the Dire Rat passing through the eyes of the mage, Bixz immediately remembered this spell that had a very strong color in his low-level mage days.

But in the next moment, Bicz overturned his thoughts.

Because of the arduous exploration of countless mages, the magic system has now accumulated a rich enough foundation.

So now a mage who does not have the title of "Grand Mage" bestowed by the Arcane Association's review is far from saying that he knows all the low-level spells like the back of his hand.

The basic spell template is just a framework, and the endless variations and alienations derived from it are the real magic of magic.

Just like square bricks, which seem rigid and rigid, they can actually create a magnificent and majestic scene.

rat man?

Relying on his rich enough knowledge, Bickz immediately came to a conclusion.

In terms of the use of the brain, Bixz is a mage who maintains a relatively traditional concept.

Because of the collision of alien civilizations such as mechanical civilizations, some mages began to study how to process complex information in a way similar to biological brains.

Bikz felt that their ideas were good, full of adventurous spirit, and had great prospects for a new civilization, but Bikz didn't think he was suitable for this.

Because, he didn't feel that his brain was not enough...

"You said you raised a baby dragon?"

Isabella blinked and looked at Emma. After the initial contact, they already had a basic understanding of each other.

Isabella thinks Emma is an interesting enough guy, because studious warlocks are not so common...

Isabella felt a little novel about the rational personality formed under the framework of the modern civilization system and medical doctor training.

Especially after knowing that Emma and Yi Qiu came from the same civilization, this novelty gradually turned into a strong curiosity.

She eagerly wanted to know what kind of plane environment created Yi Qiu's current state.

She has thought about many possibilities, for example: the mountain forest with many temples, every morning is the spell that resounds through the mountains; or the cold and cruel arena, where unarmed people fight in the most primitive way ; even the towering Tongtian Pagoda, on which the monks who transcended the world are practicing without knowing the sun and the moon...

But the actual situation was not that complicated, or far worse than she thought.

The area of ​​dead magic is called "the place where miracles perish" by some mages.

From Isabella's point of view, it was a place where magic particles were filled with dead silence, and everything was moving slowly in a more sluggish and firmer form.

The creatures in it silently practiced their insignificant lives under the power of fate, and finally disappeared under the horizon with a few drops of dirty tears.

In a trance, Isabella had a sense of déjà vu of witnessing the progress of the legend.

But at the next moment, Isabella let out a stern yell.

She will never forget the fist that hammered her body!

"A red dragon is not obedient. It always interrupts my thoughts when I think about problems."

"Next time she makes trouble again, I'll tell Yi Qiu to eat her up."

Emma smiled at Isabella. She was a mature female character full of intelligence and warmth like sunshine even though she was not in a fighting state.

"...My elder sister won't let me raise a dragon, she said I will only try to roughly control its mind."

"Excessive! She has one of her own!"

Isabella was a little depressed, and she never suppressed her emotions except in special circumstances.

She is the monarch of the heart and the master of emotions.

Naturally, they are unscrupulous.

For those weak creatures, she never cared what they thought.

Whether it has thoughts or not, whether it is benevolent or malicious.

For under her will these are but superficial froth.

It only needs to be blown gently, and it will be broken into pieces...

"In such a fierce confrontational battle, a ratman rogue is actually deployed..."

Bix was lost in thought.

Is the other person inflated, or is it a negative flash of chaotic thoughts?

Bicz hates this kind of enemies who can't figure out their routines, and it's not uncommon for them to make mistakes and deceive themselves.

But for someone like him who needs to make detailed calculations, this kind of enemy will cause him a lot of trouble.

And at this moment, he heard a somewhat familiar voice from beside him: "Do you need me to suppress it tentatively?"

Subconsciously, Bicz nodded...

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"Strong body, extraordinary speed... Ah, this is an excellent sacrifice for the great mother."

Looking at Yi Qiu who easily hammered the orc soldier of the 15th-level elite template into a dilapidated corpse, the spider god priest's eyes suddenly burst into uncontrollable excitement and frenzy.

Rose is not a benevolent goddess, but she will always give extraordinary grace to those who offer enough sacrifices to make her happy.

"Familiar eyes..."

Lao Shiyan looked at Yi Qiu who was raging around and murmured in a low voice, and the unique appearance and posture reminded Lao Shiyan of that time when they looked at each other across the cliff.

It's... so exciting...

A smear of dark green evil fire flashed through the cloudy eyeballs of the old wet eyes, and he was somewhat disgusted with players like Yi Qiu.

Because, he has always been an existence abandoned by fate...

At this moment, Old Wet Eye suddenly made up his mind.

To be a lich is to be a lich...

The gods have the stage of the gods, and the hero has the battlefield of the hero. He is a villain who goes against the current and is cast aside by goodness and justice.

If fate does not choose him, he will be in charge of his own destiny!

"he's mine!"

Lao Shi looked at Priest Spider God and said every word.

Senlu's evil fire was burning in his eyes, even the fanatical priest couldn't help but feel a trace of instinctive fear.

The evil fire is the power of blasphemy, and it is the most vicious destruction of matter.

It is nothingness, it is stillness, and it is the most dangerous power of chaos.

"Follow your will."

The spider god priest smiled and backed away.

But after retreating to the side of the line, a gloomy glint flashed in the eyes of the spider god priest.

It is impossible to give up. The Spider God didn't teach them how to keep their promises...

Old Wet Eye ignored her. He didn't want to provoke the followers of Spider God, but that didn't mean he was afraid of him.

A raging evil fire emerged from Old Wet Eye's body, and a ferocious and terrifying aura began to overflow from Old Wet Eye's body.

The tiger warrior retreated a little tremblingly, now the old Wet Eyes no longer looks like an old man, but like some kind of unknown monster!

"Fight with me...!"

A bunch of bat-like flaming wings suddenly protruded from the back of Old Wet Eye. He leaped suddenly, then soared into the air, and rushed straight to Yi Qiu who was thinking about how to dismantle the tower in the distance!