"Where's Momo?"

"Did you see the sub-regiment?"

"Where did Momo go?"

"Where's Moye?"

"Where did my sister go?"

"Why hasn't Momo returned yet?"

This kind of questioning with similar content is staged on different people every day, and it has almost become a fixed content of the opening words of the big guys in the Yama Islands who meet and greet each other every day.

More than a month after the end of the Battle of Basra, Mo Ye has also disappeared mysteriously for more than half a month, fifteen days have passed since the last time Mo Ye contacted Yan An, Mo Ye is neither in the Egg Cake nor in Boer Town, the whole person has evaporated from the world as if there is no news, not even a personal shadow can be seen, and communication is not returned.

If it weren't for the fact that the Egg Cake was properly anchored on a certain coast of the Yama Islands, Yan An would almost have thought that Mo Ye drove the Egg Cake to the Imperial Capital of the Weilan Empire to take revenge.

Standing on the shore and looking at the Egg Cake that was opening the roof of the cabin to absorb solar energy, Yan An helped the frame of the mirror and then rubbed the temples that jumped suddenly, should he go alone without taking the Egg Cake?

This suspicion is not impossible, Yan An's expression became tangled, it should be impossible, no matter how you say it, you have to bring the two major forces of 11 and Luo Meizi.

Yan An boarded the Egg Cake and found Banyue, who was watering the flowers and plants, this was probably the only person who might know Mo Ye's whereabouts, after all, Banyue and Xiao Qi were two out-of-print goods that could use special signal fluctuations to connect even if the signal of the star network was cut off.

"Half a month, Momo has been missing for half a month. Do you know where she went?"

Half Moon floated among the flowers and plants, holding her hands on her chest and directing the sprinkling of the spraying system rhythmically divided into areas, without raising her head, she asked with a smile, "Captain Yan, do you have any urgent matter to find the little master?"

How to say this. The head of the regiment, who is so busy every day that he flies, is full of bitter tears, how hot is his life, there are a lot of things in the group that need to be dealt with, and if you want to say that you are not in a hurry, you are in a hurry, so this is really impossible to answer.

Yan An asked a question every day, and he didn't expect Half Moon to answer an accurate answer.

Half Moon's answer every day is exactly the same. Including smiling emojis.

In fact, Banyue doesn't know where Mo Ye is, and he and Xiao Qi have been missing for half a month.

At the end of the campaign, Burgess left the orbit of Basra and re-chose a new anchorage.

The Northwest Frontier Star Field of the Free Federation has become the main battlefield for the Zerg and the Weilan Empire to attack the Free Federation, and the Northwest Frontier Guards are very busy. The Burgesses, who were their allies, were also not idle.

Although Burgess changed his berth position, he did not leave the northwest star field of the Free Federation, and for the explorer group, staying here is undoubtedly a more convenient option for the mission.

From the main regiment to the various sub-regiments, they were busy hunting insects and brushing points, and the Zerg army and the fleet of the Weilan Empire were pressing forward step by step. The Union North-Western Frontier Guards are under tremendous pressure.

The stay of Burgess was a big boost for them. Although it is paid.

So where is the missing mage?

The ancient city of Neville, in the cemetery.

Mo Ye really didn't plan to stay that long at first, thinking that the time difference didn't inform the others anyway, who knew that the plan didn't go as smoothly as expected.

After the last few battles, Mo Ye was only half a step away from comprehending the Ice Origin Law, just a little bit away, but that little bit couldn't get over, so she planned to use the time difference to ponder the last point in the cemetery, but Mo Ye obviously underestimated the difficulty of breaking through that last point. The stay time had to be extended.

Once a mage begins a retreat, he tends to ignore everything around him and becomes less sensitive to the passage of time.

Forest of Death.

The dark and damp smell permeated, and the sea breeze seemed to mix with a faint smell of blood in the air, which made the evil spirits in the Forest of Death more and more crazy, and the wind howled.

Mo Ye hid in a bush, carefully hiding his breath, enduring the tingling pain coming from his arm.

There is a five-inch-long wound on the upper arm of his right hand, the wound is deep into the flesh, the epidermis is turned out, and the wound looks quite hideous.

The skin near the wound was faintly blackened and had a tendency to spread around, and it was somewhat surprising that such a wound appeared on the body of a three-star space magister.

"Master, your wound needs to be treated immediately, epidermal cells are dying in a large area. "Xiao Qi is very worried about Mo Ye's physical condition.

Mo Ye exhaled lightly and nodded, she knew that Xiao Qi was right, the wounds caused by these demons were extremely corrosive and spreading, and the consequences would be serious if they were not treated in time.

On the premise of not using space magic, the mental power is suppressed at the same time, and the combat danger factor as a crispy magician really increases exponentially.

In particular, insisting on using only ice magic as the dominant force during the battle makes the battle more difficult, after all, ice magic is not so easy to deal with undead creatures that are immune to physical attacks.

Fortunately, such a wound is not incurable for Mo Ye, although it hurts.

A healing light fell on his right arm, and the warm light penetrated into the wound of his arm.

The sharp pain at the moment of "hiss" made Mo Ye gasp.

The healing energy of the light system is intertwined with the corrosive death qi left by the evil fruit, and for Mo Ye, pain is the most intuitive feeling, and the healing process is actually more painful than the moment of injury.

It really hurts the mage baby!

The bleeding wound began to heal, and the black color on the surrounding skin gradually faded, and the continuous healing light finally defeated the black dead air.

If it weren't for the tempting time difference in the cemetery, and Mo Ye felt that time was not enough, she would never have chosen to come here to retreat and realize the Ice Origin Law.

According to the interstellar standard time of the outside world, it has been fourteen days since Mo Ye entered the cemetery, and based on the time difference between the inside and outside, more than ten years have passed in the cemetery.

Time is the most meaningless thing for people who have died, living a repetitive life day after day. The stagnant water is generally difficult to make any waves, and the undead who live here do not feel the meaning of the speed of time, so they go to sleep when they are really bored. It may have been 100 years since I woke up.

For a Magus with a long life, the feeling of time is also insensitive, but it is rare to have a retreat of more than ten years at a time.

But Mo Ye didn't want to give up halfway, and always felt that this time he had to do it in one go.

Mo Ye tosses and turns between the various tomb islands in the cemetery, living with the undead inhabitants of the island, in order not to be found to be a living person, Mo Ye must carefully control his mental power in addition to using soul stones, so more than ten years. The precision of Mo Ye's mental power control is enough to make any magician of the same level feel incredible.

Of course, Ink Night spends most of his time in the Forest of Death, fending off the tides of evil spirits. First, you can stabilize the stability of the cemetery, and second, you can use ice magic to strengthen your understanding of the law of origin.

Like, at this moment.

This time the encounter was very powerful, and the night watch team suffered heavy casualties. Two of the Night's Watch were devoured by this royal demon. Turned into nutrients.

Mo Ye was met by chance, and was injured by the evil ghost when he rescued the night watchman, and Mo Ye's powerful life force was obviously more attractive to this king-level evil ghost than the night watchman, and he was easily taken away by Mo Ye in a circle.

A trace of cold breath surrounded the trees, not the cold brought by the undead and the sea, but a biting cold.

The evil spirit was less than a hundred meters away from Mo Ye, and the corrosive aura of death came to his face.

There was a whisper whispering something in his ear, and Mo Ye knew that it was a hallucination caused by a mental attack. It's a whisper from the devil, and it keeps lingering in my ears. Until people can't stand it anymore and obey this gentle and treacherous voice, their willpower collapses, and they finally lose themselves.

This is obviously one of the signature tricks of the king-level demons, and it is because of this that many night watchmen who are not strong enough will cause their souls to collapse and eventually fall into the belly of the demons.

For Mo Ye, these sounds are more like mosquitoes circling around his ears, and the buzzing sound is not deadly but distracting.

Oh!

With a sharp roar, the demon had already confirmed the location of the ink night following the bloody breath of the creature.

One after another attacks with a strong corrosive aura had already arrived, enveloping Mo Ye in the middle.

Dangerous!

The air was filled with concussive ripples, and the screams of the ghosts carried a terrifying aura of slaughter.

Although these impacts are not different from ordinary physical attacks, they have both physical and mental lethality, and such attack power is definitely at the level of a lich.

Boom!

The ice rises from the ground, and the pure ice wall is not defensive against such an attack, but the ice flame is an attack magic that is also lethal to the soul, and a layer of ice flame burns on the outer edge of the ice wall, with the terrifying power of extremely low temperature but enough to burn everything.

Every trace of Mo Ye's spiritual power and every output have been strictly controlled, without causing any waste.

The two forces collided with each other, and the decaying wood of the Death Forest was washed away by the shockwave caused by the two powerful attacking forces at an incredible speed, and the evil spirits screamed and lingered for a long time.

The stalemate was only for a moment, and when Mo Ye's spiritual power accelerated, the ice flame burned all over a hundred miles with Mo Ye as the center, including the screaming evil ghost.

The bitter cold filled the entire forest, the frost hung on the treetops, and Mo Ye stood in the center of a burned wood, exhaling lightly, and finally it was done.

After so many years of continuous use, Mo Ye's control of the ice flame has long been perfected, and the maximum output of the ice flame with the least mental power and magic power consumption is not only due to the strengthening of the mental power control ability, but more importantly, Mo Ye's understanding of the origin law of the ice element has deepened, and the more he understands, the more he can cast magic in a more concise and labor-saving way.

Mo Ye sat on the back of the brick uncle and patted it, "Let's go." ”

By the time another group of night watchmen arrived, the tide of demons on the island had stopped, and the coast had returned to its usual calm.

One star island, there is a tavern in the center of the island.

When the sun was shining at noon, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, the tavern on the corner of the street had just hung up the signboard, and there were only a few guests in the empty hall.

After a while, a white-haired old man pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in, dressed in a formal suit, and did not look at all like he would come to the corner tavern.

"Old Jack, you're here. ”

"It's still the same as before, a glass of 'Red Trier', right?"

"Haha, yes, Baggio's Red Trier is the best wine. ”

Apparently the old man was a regular at the tavern, and the bartender and hostess greeted him warmly.

Old Jack walked to Mo Ye's table and sat down, took off his hat and bowed gracefully, "It's rude to keep the young lady waiting for a long time." ”

Dressed in a crisp formal attire, in contrast to the tavern's casual and wild décor, the white-haired old man looked like a true gentleman, but he didn't feel out of place at all with his surroundings.

Mo Ye hooked the corners of her lips, "I just arrived." "That's the truth, Mo Ye only sat down for a minute.

Old Jack is a resident of One Star Island, and of course he has been dead for an unknown number of years, and his identity is special in that he used to be a night watchman, the former director of One Star Island, and his soul power was weakened in a demon tide and lost his ability to fight, so he decided to become an ordinary islander on One Star Island.

What's more, although Old Jack has no memories of his life, he was an ice saint when he was alive, and after becoming a soul and entering the cemetery to become a night watchman, he also practiced undead magic with ice attributes, which is the power that melts into the soul.

Mo Ye met this old man by chance when he stopped the tide of evil ghosts ten years ago, and he became a year-old friend when he got acquainted.

Old Jack tried to convince Ink Night to become a night watchman when he first met him, in his opinion, Mo Ye was really a very good talent, but when they met for the second time, Old Jack never said anything about it, after all, a real living person could not become a night watchman.

Old Jack saw through Mo Ye's disguise, but he didn't break it.

From time to time, the two would meet for a drink in the tavern and chat, mostly discussing some knowledge related to ice abilities, and they got along very happily.

"Last night's Evil Tide had a very powerful Demon King, and two of the Night's Watch were killed. ”

To sacrifice on Tomb Island is to devour the soul and dissipate forever.

"If it weren't for you, the casualties could have been much worse. Old Jack raised his glass and saluted the fallen warriors. The small cup filled with orange liquid was drained.

In order to maintain the peaceful life of the tomb island, and deal with the evil spirit tide of the Death Forest from time to time, there are not a few night watchmen who have been devoured, and the matter has become serious only because it has been a long, long time since there have been new souls entering the tomb island, and the population of the tomb island has not been replenished. (To be continued.) )