The howls of the Wind Wolves could be heard far away in the night of the Forest of Death, and the low-level monsters were panicking or fleeing for their lives, or shivering in the cold wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bloody breath drifted far away with the wind, and the thick bloody breath drunk the night of the Death Forest.

The breath of death was colder than the cold wind, and it not only infected low-level demonic beasts, but also infected people's hearts.

Wawa was at the entrance to the southern end of the gourd valley, that is, by the fire that had been on duty before the dark night, and hid in the dark like the dark night, watching the valley's every move. Wawa is an adventurer, and his adventurous career has created his vigilance, although he doesn't know what is going on, but he knows that tonight's gourd valley is full of dangers, and if he is not careful, he will lose his life.

At this moment, Vava is no longer a mercenary, not having to fight to protect others in order to get people's gold coins, but fighting for his own life.

The howl of the wind wolf was clearly to the north, but Vava felt the danger approaching.

The night wind was howling, the cold was biting, the fire was flickering and extinguishing, and a biting chill came from behind. Vava didn't turn around, and there was no point in turning around. Instead, they pounced on the momentum and tried to minimize the damage.

Vava's body lunged forward, a pain in his back in mid-air, and a thin sword as thin as a cicada's wing stabbed gently through the gap in his spine. The sword as thin as a cicada's wings kissed gently, and Wawa didn't feel much pain, as if he had been bitten by an insect, and his body gradually became numb.

Vava's body flew several meters away, lying face down on the ground, without even moving a finger, just lying on the ground forever.

A man in black by the fire held a three-foot-three-inch long thin sword in his hand, the tip of the sword stretched diagonally towards the fire, and the blood on the sword slowly slid down and dripped into the fire.

With Wawa's death, a group of people came from the direction of Taniguchi, a middle-aged man, a young man, and more than a dozen black-clothed masked people whose ages could not be distinguished.

The middle-aged man looked at the Wawa lying on the ground, a little blood stain on his back and waist, and couldn't help but praise: "What a fast sword, Mr. One's swordsmanship is breathtaking." Can we go to the valley and reap our fruits? ”

Number One said indifferently, "As you wish, Earl." ”

There was the wailing of the wind wolf in his ears, and the wind was thick with blood.

Xiang Xuehai stood in front of the boulder, and behind the boulder were Alan and the others. Whether it's a galvanic wolf or a potential enemy, it's not something that a few of them can deal with. Not only will it not work, but it will be distracting, so hiding yourself is the best option.

Xiang Xuehai calmed down, sensing the movement around him, and suddenly felt an abnormal fluctuation in the air in front of him. With the faint light of the fire, there was obviously nothing in front, but Xiang Xuehai was sure that there was danger approaching in front.

The eyes tend to deceive you, and only with the mind can you sense the real crisis.

Some people are like rats who always like to hide in the dark and wait for the right moment to bite you. The best way to deal with these pesky rats is to force them out. Once the rat appears in the light, it becomes a dead rat that everyone shouts and beats.

Xiang Xuehai urged the green magic wand to directly communicate with the fire elemental elves, releasing a fire-based magic "Meteor Fire Rain" to attack magic in a wide area.

A large rain of fire enveloped the space in front of it, and the dotted flames did not miss any corner, and the orange fire rain was mixed with a little white flame.

The rain of fire ignited the space, ignited the withered grass in the valley, and the fire burned more and more vigorously by the wind, and the white flames did not go out when they met the rocks, but they were actually burning the rocks.

As the rain of fire fell, screaming figures appeared in the space where there was no one, all dressed in black, with only two eyes exposed with their heads covered.

The rain of fire fell mercilessly on the men in black, igniting their clothes, burning their skin, calcining their flesh. The man in black was burned to the ground and rolled and wailed, trying to extinguish the flames on his body. But it's all in vain, it's not a fire in the fireplace in your house, how can it be extinguished by you casually.

This is a flame composed of fire spirits between heaven and earth, and it will not stop until it burns you to the outside.

An earthy yellow light flashed in the rain of fire, and then an earthy yellow defensive shield appeared, which was someone holding up the earth-based magic defensive shield. Inside the shield were the Earl and his son Rose, who had activated an earth-based seventh-level magic scroll at the nick of time.

Although the magic scroll is valuable, no matter how valuable it is, it is not as good as its own life. The fire rain came too suddenly, and there was no time to recite magic spells at all, and it was even more difficult to release defensive spells on his own, and the magic scroll was reliable at the critical moment.

"Father, didn't you say that this Xiang Xuehai is only twelve years old? The power of this magic is too great, at least much greater than the spell of me, a fourth-level magician. Are we looking for the wrong person? ”

Hearing his son say this, the earl was also a little puzzled: "It shouldn't be wrong, this time it has been repeatedly verified by many inquiries." There are only four teenage girls in this group, if it weren't for Xiang Xuehai, it would be even more impossible for the others. ”

"I didn't seem to hear her chanting magic spells just now, and it directly activated the magic, has my father ever heard of someone who can activate magic without spells?"

"I've heard your grandfather say that the higher the magic cultivation, the more natural the ability to communicate with the elemental elves will be, and the magic spells have been continuously compressed and simplified, simplified into very short spells. But you still need to recite spells, spells are instructions given to the elemental elves, how can the elemental elves know what you are going to do without spells? When you say that, it seems that you are not chanting a mantra......"

It's impossible to cast magic without chanting a magic spell. The old man once said that even the Dharma Saint had to recite magic spells to release magic, that is, the spells were shorter. Of course, whether the Fa Sage needs to recite a spell, the old man has never seen it, he has seen a performance of the Great Magister in the imperial capital.

"Father, father......"

The son saw that his father was in a daze, and he really admired his father, when and where is this, your old man is still deserting, and you are not afraid of being roasted if you are not careful.

"What's wrong, Rose?"

"Father, I think something is wrong, grandpa's revenge we have time to report slowly, should we avoid the limelight first and come to the future."

The Earl thought to himself, stinky boy, is it still a long time coming? I think it's your kid who is afraid of death and wants to run away, but it's not unreasonable. The old man is dead, take revenge sooner or later, that's what happened: "Let's take a look first, No. 1 hasn't appeared yet, maybe there will be a surprise." ”

Number One is not wailing in the rain of fire, so where will he be?