Chapter 261 Hibernation

"In addition to the most valuable witchcraft puppet, there are these things!"

Enzo put away the witchcraft puppet crystal, and then checked the other spoils.

The heart guard on the chest of the Rock Puppet Master is a defensive high-level magic item, but it has been completely shattered under the full force of the lava giant, losing its original value.

In addition to the heart guard, the wizard robe on his body is also a mid-level magic item, which was also burned into waste.

"This magic wand should still be usable."

Enzo picked up a khaki magic wand from the body of the Rock Puppet Master. The material of this magic wand is ordinary, but it is also a high-level magic item. If it is intact, it is worth more than 1,500 magic stones.

But unfortunately, due to the fierce battle before, a fine crack appeared on the surface of the khaki magic wand, causing its value to be greatly reduced.

"It's better than nothing."

Enzo shook his head and put away the khaki wand. Although this earth-attributed wand was not compatible with his own attributes, it could bring in some income if sold.

"This mask?"

Enzo stepped forward and took off the broken wooden mask from the face of the Rock Puppet Master, revealing a very ordinary face.

"It's a magic item, but unfortunately it has been destroyed." He shook his head and threw away the broken mask in his hand.

"Next, let's lie dormant for a while."

After a fierce battle, even if he drank several potions to recover, Enzo still felt extremely tired.

In addition, the witchcraft puppets he had just plundered needed time to leave a mark, so he decided to lie dormant for a while and digest these powers.

After making the decision in his heart, Enzo raised his fingers and gently touched the dark pseudo-face on his face. After a faint light flashed, he disguised his breath as an ordinary second-level apprentice. Although the wave mark on his forehead could not be completely hidden, it was suppressed a little, so as not to appear too scary.

…

At the same time, somewhere in the secret realm.

In the forest, on an open space, Jorah stood indifferently, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and the three Skeleton Castle apprentices around him surrounded him.

"Where is the Death Blade?" Jorah said coldly.

"Are you asking us a question?" Among the three enemies, the burly apprentice in the front had a bad face and grinned, "It seems that you haven't seen clearly what the situation is now!"

"Bloodhand Jorah, when I was on the battlefield, I heard your name. It is said that once, you killed three third-level apprentices by yourself!"

"Now, there are also three third-level apprentices here. Why don't you show us the scene of your famous battle?"

The burly apprentice put his hands on his shoulders and sneered.

"I ask again, where is the Death Blade?" Jorah said expressionlessly, in a low voice, "Tell me his location, I can spare you once."

"Looking for death!" The burly apprentice's eyes turned cold.

The next moment, his body suddenly grew, and he pounced on Jorah like a brown bear, and the other two apprentices followed closely behind.

"Don't you know?"

Jorah shook his head and said indifferently, "If that's the case, don't blame me."

After that, he raised an arm, which was covered with blood-stained bandages.

Roar!

The clothes on the burly apprentice were torn, and the whole person turned into a black bear. The thick flesh palm slapped down fiercely, bringing a gust of wind.

Puff!

The blood-stained bandage wrapped around the arm spread out, revealing a blood-red blade, exuding a demonic breath, and pierced into the palm of the black bear like cutting tofu.

"Ah!!"

The black bear screamed, and the pain in the palm of his hand had not ended yet, but he saw Jorah had pulled out the blood-red blade and stabbed it out again quickly like lightning.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring!

Blood holes appeared on the black bear's bloated body, and scarlet blood flowed out, staining the ground under his feet red.

After doing all this, Jorah's expression did not change. He shook off the blood drops on the red blade indifferently, and the whole person turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

"Be careful!" Black Bear exclaimed hurriedly.

The next moment, Jorah's figure appeared again, and the blood-red blade slashed sharply, and blood splashed in the air. An apprentice's face turned pale and he knelt on the ground.

"Uh..."

He covered his throat with his hand, but the blood could not stop flowing out, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The eyes of the black bear and the other apprentice both showed an extremely horrified luster, and their hearts were suddenly shrouded in fear. It was too late to escape.

Half a minute later, a faint smell of blood filled the forest.

Jorah sat on a rock, carefully wiping the blood-red blade that was completely integrated with his arm, with a cold luster in his eyes.

Around him, three bodies fell.

After the baptism of war, the optimistic and lively boy was gone, replaced by the cold-blooded and ruthless Bloodhand Jorah.

"Deadblade, enjoy your remaining time. When I find you, it will be your doom!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Jorah's eyes. He had an extremely deep obsession with the man who killed Winnie.

At this time, the surrounding woods suddenly moved.

"Who? Come out!" Jorah raised his head and shouted coldly.

The trees shook, and several figures walked out. Among them, the apprentice walking in the front had a red light flashing in his left eye and a mechanized arm. It was Bourne and his companions.

"It's me, Jorah." Bourne waved.

Jorah nodded slightly, relaxed his vigilance, and swept his eyes over the crowd, discovering that these apprentices were all from the Crow Phantom, and many of them were his companions on the battlefield.

"Brother Jorah." A sweet-looking female apprentice greeted shyly.

"Finally found you, Boss Jorah." Another tall and handsome boy standing next to Bourne also had a hint of joy on his face.

Back on the battlefield, Jorah grew up all the way, was promoted to a third-level apprentice, and earned the nickname of Bloody Hand Jorah, so some companions gathered around him, calling him Boss or Captain.

"You found each other so quickly?" Jorah was a little surprised.

After the Battle of Coordinates began, each apprentice was sent to different areas of the Hourglass Secret Realm, and no one knew each other's specific location, so even if they wanted to form a team, it would take some time.

"It was Brother Bourne who found us."

The sweet-looking female apprentice said, "Before the Battle of Coordinates began, he underwent a mechanical transformation and had the ability to detect the surroundings, so he found us quickly."

"So that's how it is." Jorah nodded slightly and pondered, "Since everyone has gathered, let's gather the others as soon as possible. We will form a team and act collectively, and we can also avoid being hunted by the other two organizations!"

"We will all listen to you, Boss Jorah." The handsome boy nodded heavily.