Chapter 449 The Sheep Is Coming

Slippery, with tears and blood.

It might be your own blood, or it might be someone else's blood.

One, two, three, up!

Zheng Qing suppressed the waves of pain that came from various parts of his body, plucked up the courage again, and reluctantly raised his arm. This time, he finally covered the sun, and at the same time he saw blood on his hand, slowly following the lines on his palm. It flows slowly and finally gathers at the wrist, turning into a long and winding red line, all the way down the arm.

Like a feeding bloodworm.

The young wizard breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and the arm that had been holding on for a long time dropped to his side. The stinging feeling made him groan, but it also made him sincerely sigh, "Sir, bless you."

Having an arm and a few moving fingers is a blessing among misfortunes.

This means that Zheng Qing still has a chance to save himself.

The wizard moved his stiff fingers, like a semi-paralyzed spider, bit by bit, pulling his hand up to the robe and into the gray cloth bag hanging at his waist.

His fingertips brushed against the talismans neatly stacked in the gray cloth bag, and the tingling sensation conveyed by the surge of magic power made him feel the urge to burst into tears.

Pain charm, pain charm, pain charm!

It’s still a fucking painkiller!

Zheng Qing activated several pain relief charms in succession, protecting his nerves from head to toe, allowing him to finally look through the other charms and potions in the gray cloth bag without changing his expression.

The rejuvenation talisman combined with the intermittent ointment can automatically set and renew bones.

White fresh food combined with Ganlin Talisman can speed up recovery from bleeding and trauma.

Taking Yulu cleanly can repair damage to internal organs.

The ashes of the anti-evil talisman are burned into the holy water of Lourdes. After being taken, it can expel the erosion of the evil spirit.

There was also a large bottle of magic potion, which Zheng Qing drank like water, finally bringing order to the chaotic magic power in his body and becoming tamed again.

"The more I owe, the more I owe...it feels like I can't afford to pay it back."

The young wizard licked the last trace of the magic potion at the corner of his mouth, raised the crystal bottle containing the potion in front of him, looked at the five colors of light flashing on the bottle mouth in the sun, and sighed deeply.

Among the many methods he used just now, except for some of the talismans that he prepared himself, others were stuffed into his gray cloth bag by Jiang Yu after jumping off the wall of the inner castle.

For example, Zheng Qing once saw Intermittent Cream in Fitzer's Magic Potion Store. A small box costs as much as three jade coins. If it were Zheng Qing himself, he would definitely not be willing to spend money on this kind of magic potion. For money, he would rather draw a few more rejuvenation charms or put a few rounds of plaster on his body and wait for the bones to grow slowly.

Another example is Jade Dew, which can repair damage to internal organs. It is said that it needs to be combined with a special magic circle and can be obtained through ancient magic rituals. It is a secret that is not passed down by the wizard family. It is a priceless commodity in Wandering Bar.

There was also the Lourdes holy water prepared by the great wizard Bernadette, which came from the ancient church of the Pyrenees parish. Zheng Qing had used countless bottles from the dreamland to the dark prison.

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

The young public-funded student murmured and stood up with a rune gun. While moving his hands and feet, trying to adapt to his body that had not fully recovered, he looked around to confirm what had happened before.

As far as the eye could see, the surroundings were scorched black, and carbonized branches could be seen scattered around. If you reach out and touch them, they will turn into a pile of ashes.

After looking around, Zheng Qing realized that he was standing in a depression at the moment. On the edge of the depression not far from him, there were radiating steep cliffs. On the cliffs, there were lush, green willow branches. , many willow branches are squirming, tentatively spreading their branches into this depression, but any willow that climbs down the cliff will be quickly infected with a dark color, and then slowly become rigid, and finally fall out of control. .

Zheng Qing could vaguely see figures hurriedly approaching on the cliff. There were wizards and demons. When the two sides met, it was still life-and-death. Mixed with the raging willow branches, there was unexpectedly a bit of harmony in the chaos. Of course, those figures also stopped at the edge of the cliff, just confirming their 'territory', and they were clearly distinct.

Farther away, in the sky, there were huge figures overlooking the depression. There are giant eyes, wall clocks, giant apes, and pottery figurines, which are the true bodies of great wizards and great demons. The heavy energy filling the air frightens the young wizard. Although he knows that there are professors he is familiar with, but Still, he lowered his head subconsciously and looked away.

In the center of the depression stood a tall 'living tree' that looked slightly familiar.

The reason why it is said to be a tree is because it looks like a tree, with a thick and short trunk and a lush crown. It looks like a pile of out-of-control seaweed and emits a putrid smell of vegetation, even from a distance. , can also be vaguely smelled by boys.

As for familiarity, Zheng Qing couldn't remember its identity for a moment - he had seen many 'living' plants, such as the whomping willow planted in the Herb Garden; such as the man-eating big mouth at the school hunting party. Gulu; Another example is the big willow tree that is the main body of the willow branches that are as active as a green snake standing at the wall of the outer castle.

But the dark green plant in the center of the depression was different from the 'living' plants in Zheng Qing's impression.

Its trunk is as thick as an elephant's legs, dragging the heavy body of the tree to move slowly; tentacle-like vines extend from its canopy, catching prey around it wantonly - Zheng Qing saw among those prey the twisted ones. Several paragraphs later, Abomination, who was still alive, saw the struggling nightmare, whose owner had disappeared, and the two heads of the three-headed hell dog.

There are many large and small mouths on the tree, which are chewing slowly, with dark green mucus dripping from the corners of the mouth. Every time he chewed, the big tree expanded slightly.

Zheng Qing felt that he already knew where the demons blocking the road had gone.

The rune gun in his hand exuded a green and yellow light, and the windmill-shaped runes on the gun rotated slowly, seeming to be sending some message to the wizard.

Perhaps because he had used too many 'pain-relieving charms' before, many of the wizard's nerves were still in a state of confusion and his thoughts were too slow. In short, the young public-funded student stared at the big tree in the center of the depression for a long time before he finally realized where the nameless feeling of familiarity came from.

Starry sky!

Shub Nicholas!

Black goat cub!

Before his first explosion, he had an encounter with the incarnation of Nicholas in that small world; later, in the North District of Beta Town, on the way back to school from the Gini Hut, he and Jiang Yu faced off against the young black goat. The figure of the cub; not long ago, it was this damn black goat that chased him to the world of black hell.

Every meeting is not so pleasant, and Zheng Qing has every reason to believe that the black goat's name is Arthur.

It's just that the Arthur in front of him is not as easy to deal with as the Arthur from Alpha Academy.