Chapter 129 Malcolm

In the early morning, the sun rose from the horizon, and the dawn sunlight illuminated the entire western mountain range.

Herag got out of the tent and breathed the fresh air in the mountains.

A drop of dew dripped from the branch above his head and fell on his face, feeling icy and cold.

The fire outside the tent had gone out, and only some charcoal was still emitting heat.

Herag threw a few dry firewood in and re-ignited the fire by manipulating the fire energy particles.

There was a pot hanging over the fire, and there was food that had not been eaten last night. He was going to heat it up for breakfast.

Ferid heard the noise and woke up drowsily.

Not every wizard would use meditation instead of sleep every day, and many people could not be as hardworking and self-disciplined as Herag.

For Ferid, who had difficulty in becoming a formal wizard, it was even more difficult to persist, so he chose to sleep comfortably.

Herag was stirring the porridge in the pot, and his hand suddenly stopped, and a lot of sweat came out of his forehead.

"Absolute defense!"

The colorful shield appeared instantly, and Ferid was a little confused. He didn't understand what happened.

The next second, an extremely terrifying momentum descended from the sky, and Ferid was pressed to the ground.

A bloody hand descended from the sky and slapped Herag directly.

The shield on Herag lasted for a few seconds, and then spider web-like cracks appeared, and then shattered.

Then Herag flew out and spit out blood in the air.

He seized this opportunity, took out the muttering water ball and immediately notified Batty.

"Formal wizard!"

This word popped up in Herag's mind. Only a formal wizard has such momentum, and only a formal wizard can break the absolute defense on him with one move.

"Deep Blue, how many degrees was the attack just now?"

"After testing, the attack intensity is about 21 degrees."

Herag's expression was solemn. Just one spell attack has 21 degrees. This is obviously a first-level spell, which is not of the same order of magnitude as an ordinary zero-level spell.

As he landed on the ground, all the buff spells were cast on him.

The problem now was that he didn't know who the enemy was, nor where the enemy was.

When he was cooking porridge just now, Deep Blue detected a strong wave of magic power, and Herag immediately used absolute defense.

If he was a little slower, he would have been beaten into a meat paste.

If his current body was not strengthened by spell buffs, it would definitely not be able to resist the 21-degree bloody hand.

Soon, Herag heard a familiar yet strange voice: "You can actually survive? I was going to slap you to death and then slowly torture your soul.

A man in a black robe riding a night thestral appeared in the air in front of Herag.

The man had brown hair, many freckles on his face, squinted his eyes and smiled, and looked harmless.

"Malcolm. "Herag subconsciously read out the name.

Before he embarked on the path of wizards, he witnessed Malcolm cursing Baron Buck at Melissa's wedding banquet.

At that time, he was just an ant in front of Malcolm, not even qualified to be looked at.

From Malcolm's expression, it can be seen that he had no impression of Herag at all, and he didn't remember having seen this man.

After so many years, Herag found that he was still so powerless in front of Malcolm. The huge gap in strength made him just a stronger ant, who could be looked at more.

"Lune's death is related to you." Malcolm said this slowly.

"Lune? The third-class wizard apprentice killed by Shiva?" Herag remembered.

Malcolm said coldly: "Sure enough, it is related to you. I don't know why, his soul seems to be no longer in this world, which caused me to spend a lot of time to call back Rune's soul. Because it has been too long, I can only see some fragments from his soul, including you. "

"Except for Shivara, the abyss monster, you are the only person I don't know in those memory fragments. It took me some time to find out your identity. Herag Merlin, a third-class wizard apprentice in Moonlight Glade, found out through divination that you were actually in the Western Mountains. "

"This is really a godsend. If you stay in Moonlight Glade honestly, I can't do anything to you. But if you are here, I can rush over and take away your soul, and then go back and interrogate you slowly. "

Herag took a deep breath: "Lun's death has nothing to do with me. He was killed by Shivara."

Malcolm smiled and said, "I never believe what anyone says. I only believe the truth I see from the depths of his soul. Because it's been too long, the pictures of Rune's soul are too trivial. But you are still alive. Your soul must contain the whole story. I can tell at a glance. "

Herag clenched his fists, hoping that Batty could arrive as soon as possible.

He must not be caught by Malcolm, as he has too many secrets.

If he is caught by Malcolm, and he knows that Herag has the deep blue chip, then Malcolm will go crazy and will definitely use various means to try to peel off the deep blue.

In addition, Herag still has the memory of his previous life, as well as the inheritance of the meditation method of the six-ring tower. These secrets cannot be known by others.

More importantly, once he is caught, death is the easiest. With Malcolm's usual methods, Herag will definitely be worse than death.

"What kind of spell is the shield on you? It's not a first-level spell, but it can withstand my attack. It's really strange." Malcolm frowned, seeming a little puzzled.

Herag naturally ignored him, his muscles tensed, paying attention to Malcolm's movements at any time.

He put on an absolute defense shield again, and at the same time looked at the remaining 24% of magic power, plus the magic power stored in the dot matrix, there was still 74%.

Malcolm thought for a while without any clue, looked at Herag and said: "Just look at your soul."

He smiled and condensed a bloody hand again, grabbing Herag.

When the bloody hand was about to approach Herag, his figure suddenly twisted and disappeared, appearing in the forest seven or eight meters away.

Malcolm exclaimed in surprise: "You can actually flash? Interesting."

He became more and more interested in Herag, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face: "This must be a good experiment."

"Originally, there was also a very interesting experiment, but unfortunately he ran away due to carelessness. Now I will use you to make up for my fun." Malcolm said slowly.

Herrag heard his words and understood instantly that the experiment he was talking about was probably Fergal.

"Remaining magic power: 11%."

Now flashing once consumes 13% of magic power. Herag's remaining magic power can only support three more flashes, and Malcolm's bloody hand has condensed again.