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At dusk, Darko was at his desk copying a magic scroll, a random teleportation scroll he was all too familiar with. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info After he sent Sally back, he didn't think about it, he walked to the table and began to copy the scroll, and halfway through the copying he realized what he had copied the scroll.

After discovering this, Darko couldn't help but smile bitterly, and I don't know when he subconsciously thought that VITB12 was something he couldn't defeat no matter what. So much so that the spatial teleportation scrolls are the most useful to him, and the other magic skill scrolls, whether they are attacking, defending, or healing, can only delay the speed of their own defeat.

When he thought of this, Darko's heart couldn't help but fluctuate, the tip of the magic pen's nose was slightly off, and there was an irreparable mistake in the magic circuit of the parchment. Darko looked at the failed scroll and sighed leisurely, Sally's departure made him feel as if something was missing in his heart, so that he couldn't calm down.

Darko left the table and walked to the bed, spreading himself out on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, his mind a mess of mud. I have to admit that Sally touched him a lot, a 14-year-old girl who was willing to embark on such a difficult road for an illusory dream.

Darko couldn't help but reflect on himself, what kind of purpose is what he is doing now, or what is the meaning? A prostitute can work hard for her dreams, can she do it? For a while, Darko's mind became chaotic, and all the mixed thoughts came to his mind, making him feel at a loss.

However, at this moment, Phyllis's light figure flew out leisurely from somewhere in Darko's heart, this figure seemed to have some kind of magic, and those questions that he couldn't think through were all lost under the background of this figure, and became dull. It seems that in front of Phyllis, everything doesn't matter anymore, because none of that is worth mentioning compared to it.

Master...... So you're what I mean......

When Darko figured it out, his mind suddenly cleared up and his thoughts became clearer. Whether it was to raise the level or learn the inscriptions, his original intention was to be able to help his master, as a summon to enhance his master's power. The same goes for the Mercury plane, including the choice of the Mercury plane. Therefore, after he escaped the pursuit of this year, he had to return to the Ameithia plane as soon as possible, return to his master, and never be separated again.

At that moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside Darko's room, startling him. But he reacted immediately, jumped up from the bed at once, and at the same time skipped his hand over the space ring around his neck, and had already taken out a number of magic scrolls from it, and then tore them all together, and a full five layers of defensive magic had appeared beside him.

The next moment when the magical defense around Darko had just taken shape, these defensive magic immediately fluctuated, like an unstable attack spell, as if it would shatter at any time. From the Frost and Snow Realm to the Fire Ring and the Air Hood, the outer three layers of magic exploded one after another and reverted to elemental form, dissipating and disappearing.

However, Darko also reacted, and in a flick of his hand, a blizzard of magic scrolls was torn apart, and he didn't need to care about the target, and cast spells directly in this room. A fourth-level magic like a blizzard is extremely destructive in a small room with limited space, and desks and beds are torn apart in this violent snowstorm. Even with the protection of frost armor and stone skin on his body, Darko was pushed back by the turbulence until he reached the corner of the wall.

At this time, the frenzied blizzard was still not over, and it swirled sharply in the room, releasing its destructive power, and from time to time blowing large sparks of crystal snow and ice out of the window. Only four corners of the room were minimally affected, and Darko looked up in horror with his back just against the corner, looking through the blizzard to the corner of the opposite side of the room.

At this time, there was also a sturdy figure in that corner, although this person was wearing black leather armor and his face was also covered in darkness, but Darko immediately recognized the person who attacked him, it was VITB12. Apparently vitb12 didn't expect Darko to react so quickly and be able to cast defensive magic before he could attack. After the sneak attack failed, Vitb12 hid in this corner of the room, a distance that would allow him to both keep Dakko from the back and deliver the next blow quickly.

"You did. Darko said in a calm voice, as if waiting for an old friend. The blizzard in the room let out a messy shrill whistling that drowned out his words, but he knew that VITB12 could hear what he was saying.

"You know I can sneak in?" vitb12 was also curious about how Darko had discovered him, so he simply asked, but his voice was prompted by a vindictive spirit, and even in the noise of the blizzard, Dakko could clearly hear it.

VITB12 is calm on the outside, but on the inside, he takes Dakko a little more seriously. This time, he followed the caravan into the Adamantite Prison, where he had planned to assassinate Darko in the cell, which would have been very difficult to assassinate in a tightly guarded place with 12 people. After an afternoon of reconnaissance, he found that Dakko was not in the prison area, but in the processing area. Unexpectedly, the Adamantite Prison was so considerate of the Assassins that it had arranged a separate residence for Darko, which greatly reduced the difficulty of assassination. Vitb12 was completely sure that Dakko would sneak into the house and kill him in one fell swoop while Dakko let his guard down.

However, he miscalculated, and triggered a very hidden alchemy trap in the corridor, and even his stealth did not work. Vitb12's reaction was not unpleasant, and at the moment of triggering, he was no longer in his original position, and the trap naturally failed to hurt him. However, the sound made Darko alert, and he released various defensive magic in advance, so his assassination plan was aborted.

"I'm not sure, but it's always good to be a little more prepared. And I know that even if you want to sneak into this prison, it's not that easy. Darko's expression was indifferent, but his whole body was already nervous, the blizzard was about to end, and Vitb12 could attack at any time, he had to concentrate on coping, otherwise the price would be death.

"Oh, that strange-looking alchemy trap downstairs is what you used against me?" vitb12 didn't seem to care much, as if all of Darko's reactions were expected by him, and his whole body was still relaxed, just kept forming a barrier around the colorless fighting qi to resist the attack of the blizzard.

"That's right, that alchemy machine is specially prepared for you, and I adjusted their sensing sensitivity to a very low level, and only the induction of a mouse can be stimulated. The footsteps of ordinary people can't inspire them, and usually this trap is very peaceful. But your steps are too light, so it's within its sensing range. This alchemical trap was bought from the chief apothecary of the Adamantite Prison, and it was one of his proudest works. Seeing that VITB12 wasn't going to attack right away, Darko took the trouble to explain to him, "But alas, that alchemy trap doesn't seem to have caused you any trouble. ”

Darko is afraid of the assassination of Vitb12, and as long as he can find his traces before he gets close enough to avoid being attacked silently, the threat will be reduced by half. That's why he made a special trip to pick up ten zombie eyeballs in exchange for this alchemy trap from Gambia, and the facts proved that what he did was worth it.

"This level of alchemy trap can't do me any harm. But the loud noise it makes gives you time to react and unleash your defensive magic. vitb12's words were filled with innate confidence, as if it were a matter of course, "I'm curious about this, even if the alchemy trap is triggered, how can you be sure that it's me? ”

By this time, the blizzard had completely dissipated, and the jailer's summoning could be heard in the distance outside Darko's room, apparently the movement of the blizzard had alarmed them. However, Vitb12 is not in a hurry, and he seems to be more interested in his own problems than the task of killing Darko.

Darko looked out the window with his peripheral vision, and immediately withdrew his gaze, looking squarely at VITB12 and said, "Anyone who can come to my room will be able to shake the bell in front of the door, and the big people like the warden and the prison director's secretary will not easily visit. What's more, my window here is facing the doorway below, and as long as it's not someone sneaking in, I can see it and hear the footsteps. ”

"Huh...... Haha......" vitb12 laughed heartily, "I have to thank you for making me happy today and living up to my four months of waiting." ”

"Oh?" Darko raised his eyebrows, making a look of eagerness.

"In the wilderness, you were able to escape many times with the help of random teleportation scrolls, but now in the Adamantite Prison, you have an extra set of shackles to limit yourself. While you hide in the prison and make the defense of the prison your own, don't you also limit your escape? I want to see how you can escape from me this time?"

Vitb12 is right, Darko hiding in prison did bring more trouble to Vitb12's infiltration and attack. However, the rules of the prison also present some disadvantages for Darko, the biggest of which is the shackles on his feet, which make the random teleportation he relies on the most unusable. When VITB12 managed to break through the defenses of the Adamantite Prison, Darko was completely on the inferior side, as if he was cocooning himself.

Vitb12 had already stepped out of the darkness in the corner as he spoke, and a long black knife appeared in his hand, "Remember. In the face of absolute strength, any trickery is in vain. ”

"Oh? I don't think so. Darko squatted down suddenly, pressing his hands on the floor of the room and desperately pumping out his mana, only to see that at the same time as he made this move, a large number of spatial fluctuations distorted in the room, making the scenery in his eyes unreal.

Vitb12 was also taken aback, and hurriedly rushed to Daktronics as fast as possible, but it was already too late. In his line of sight, Darko's figure suddenly became blurred, and he could only see the shackles on his body lit up with a ball of light, which played a role in stabilizing the space. So except for Darko, the space in the entire room fluctuated violently, and vitb12 immediately understood what was happening, this was clearly spatial teleportation!

The scene twisted into a ball around VITB12 for a moment, and only after a while did it revert to the scene of the room as the spatial fluctuations gradually subsided. Vitb12 still lunged forward, its long knife stabbing into the wooden wall in the corner of the room, but Dakko was no longer there. Vitb12 held the long knife in his hand, his whole body motionless, and it was only after a moment that the colorless fighting qi poured out of his body with his anger, destroying the walls of the room into a cloud of sawdust.

Vitb12 slowly turned his head to look out the window, and he could still faintly see the walls of the Adamantite Prison at this distance, indicating that the house had not been moved too far. But the problem was that he was already outside the fence at this time, a few kilometers away from the prison, and even if he ran with all his might, it would take ten minutes before he could return to the Adamantite Prison. Vitb12 gasped sharply, as if resentful of Darko's cunning, but there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, vitb12's gaze suddenly froze out of the window, and his gaze deflected an angle to the side to look at the line written on the wall next to him. The walls had been ravaged by the blizzard, but the words had miraculously survived.

"In the face of absolute trickery, any strength is in vain. ”