She continued to tell me, "As long as you can do me a small favor, it won't be too dangerous!"

I was puzzled that Morayar said she was a magician, but I didn't see her use any magic, not even when she fell from the roof, I didn't see her cast a spell to save herself. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info she said that she was a magician, could it be that she was a magician apprentice in the junior magic academy who had not reached the seventh level, and had not yet learned magic skills! I explained this to myself, but I did not doubt what she said in the slightest.

But I still couldn't resist the temptation. Especially with the memories of my previous life, I was split a few times by those arrogant little girls, acted as a few ATMs, and then had to be instilled by those little girls: This should be your honor, if you don't fancy you, you don't even have a chance to spend money!

And now there is a young girl with a pretty face and a first-class body who is willing to be my lover, even if she is just talking, but this low profile is enough to make my blood boil, and sometimes, I think only one sentence is enough. Seeing that I had no intention of shirking, Morayal smiled sweetly at me, she was like a yellow briar, so delicate.

I said in my heart: this glamorous encounter alone is enough, and as for the future, I will not think about it so much.

I was just about to start speaking when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs of the cloister, and the two of us held our breath and hid in this storage room, holding this ambiguous posture tightly together, until the footsteps disappeared little by little, and then we dared to breathe heavily.

The old-fashioned pendulum in the castle "tick-tick" beats its own rhythm. The chandelier in the dome emitted a dim yellowish glow, and there was still half an unfinished glass of cider on the wooden square table downstairs. Two slices of dry black bread, I pulled Morayar expertly through the long corridor. Then he asked her, "Where is he being held?"

Morayar gave me a sneaky look, then hesitantly said, "The dungeon! ”

I guess she was a little worried that I would abandon her when I heard the news, and stared at me a little nervously.

The location of the rescue is similar to what I guessed, and I have been to the dungeon of this ancient castle. At that time, this ancient castle, which had been abandoned for a long time, was already rotten, and those dilapidated wooden doors were rotten, and they were gently kicked. It will turn the entire intact looking gate into a pile of rotten wood. Naturally, I took the opportunity to visit the entire castle. The most special place here is the dungeon.

The whole dungeon was built under the ancient castle, and the scale was very large, and the rooms inside were also huge, and I thought that the dungeon here might be for the barbarians of the north. The interior of the castle has been cleaned up by the bandits, and a lot of furniture has been brought back from the outside, and of course a lot of wooden doors. The entire dungeon has also been re-cleaned.

Our plan was very simple and straightforward, Morayar remained a prisoner, and I found a rope to tie her up. The knot of the untie was in her hand behind her back, but the rope showed off the graceful curves of her body, and I was hesitant to pull a cloak out of my waist bag and drape it over her.

And I changed into the clothes of a bandit, and the thief who was drinking in the cloister had been stripped into a bare pig by us. Tucked into the locker, I don't know if he'll wake up, but I just hit the mace on the back of his head. It's not easy, so I'll be a bandit to escort the beautiful prisoners. You can rightfully enter the dungeon with Morayar.

The process is very monotonous and extremely similar. Almost all the bandits guarding the prison doors. When I saw Morayal, they were all squinting, and as they were rubbing the oil on Morayal, I stood behind them, stabbed them in the back of the heart with that sharp sword, and then covered their mouths. I won't drag the bodies out and hide them until they're completely dead, at which point Morayar will clean up the blood from the scene a bit.

In fact, there are not many guards in the dungeon, but when I got rid of the last bandit guards, I entered the dungeon and found out why the guards here were so lax, it was because on the hundreds of square meters of dungeon stone slabs, there was a huge pattern in the shape of a six-pointed star, and the whole pattern was actually laid out with hemp rope soaked in corpse fire oil, and the space of the dungeon was filled with the pungent smell of corpse fire oil, which I was so familiar with. I don't know when the hemp rope arranged in the shape of a six-pointed star array was ignited, and at this time the flames were burning vigorously, about one person high, forming several criss-crossing walls of fire in the dungeon.

I know that these walls of fire cannot be extinguished without a day or a night. The faint smell of corpses made me know that these corpse fire oil were all refined from those swamp zombies on the death swamp on the Pai Plateau, and then I saw the iron barrels containing corpse fire oil placed at the door of the dungeon, the familiar wrought iron process and the shape of the iron bucket clearly told me that this was definitely the masterpiece of the quarry owner Horsens, but I didn't expect him to really sell the corpse fire oil to the Grimm Empire. I didn't know what Az's situation was now, so I sighed silently.

Through the firelight, I could vaguely see that on the wooden frame at the end of the dungeon opposite the fire wall, there was an old magician tied to him, his body had a lot of blood stains, and some traces of whipping, and he looked like he had suffered a little, and at this time his head hung down, as if he was asleep. His hands and feet were tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, which in itself was a very cruel punishment, and after a long time of binding, the joints of the victim's body would become dislocated due to his own gravity, and the pain was incomparable, and the whole body could not exert the slightest strength.

Morayar looked at the sea of fire in front of her, and her face was full of despair. She never thought that the last guard against Moras was not any guards, but a wall of fire that formed a six-pointed star array, and no matter which direction it crossed, it would take four times to cross the wall of fire. There is no possibility of tricks, looking up at the roof of the dungeon, there is no point of borrowing, ordinary people have no way to climb. The temperature in the entire dungeon was already very high, and ten meters away from the six-pointed star fire array, you could feel the warmth from the stone slab ground under your feet.

At this time. She saw a bucket of water in the corner of the dungeon, and hurriedly ran over to bring it back. I'm still staring at the oil drum on the other side. Unexpectedly, Morayar didn't know the characteristics of the corpse fire oil, and directly poured a bucket of water on the fire wall. Unexpectedly, the flames were not only extinguished, but after encountering the water, the flames suddenly rose high, and the clear water fell to the hemp rope and the ground soaked in corpse fire oil, and the ultra-high temperature quickly turned the water into steam, and the instantaneous transformation process made the bucket of clear water like explosives, which directly caused the flames in the fire wall to explode.

The flames that flew out almost touched Morayal's body, and the corpse oil stuck to his body. Unless the flesh is removed, it will be difficult to extinguish.

"Woo woo, what am I going to do!" Morayar sat down on the ground despite the scorching flames burning on the ground, and the sudden despair completely broke her strong heart, originally for the sake of the old man inside, she did not hesitate to destroy the rest of her life, but also desperately tried to save it, but when the sprout of hope was just emerging from the soil, the six-pointed star-shaped wall of fire matrix was like hail that completely shattered the promising seedling that had just been unearthed.

I hurriedly ran over. The heat dragged her back from the edge of the fire wall, and at this time her hair was slightly curled by the heat, and the old man on the wooden frame on the other side of the fire wall seemed to hear the crying and slowly woke up from his coma. Maybe he wasn't in a coma at all, and that was just a way to save as much effort as possible.

"Ya'er, if you can, go quickly. Go to the Galloping Horse School of Magic in Sloit City to find a magic teacher named Mo Xiang, and I still have a little teacher-student friendship with him. Maybe he can get me out and stop crying here. Morath's daughter is learning how to be strong. The voice trembled a little from the pain in his body, but it was still calm and powerful, and it seemed that the old man was in good spirits despite some suffering.

Morayar was in tears at this time, but after hearing Morath's words, she slowly calmed down.

And I stood aside, sighed and said to myself, "Endure it and it will pass, and it is not that it has not been burned, and although this fire seems fierce, can it be more intense than the poison of the fire that burns out the fruit?"

In the past few years, I will still practice "anti-magic" when no one is around, and my "anti-magic" has reached the intermediate level at this time. It also continuously drains its mana and increases its "heating" proficiency. Nowadays, the "heating" has reached the unbelievable level of twenty-nine, and I think it will not take long to reach the level of thirty, I am afraid that those magicians in history have never thought that anyone would practice the magic of "heating" to this extent. Those ordinary magicians will never have the opportunity to cultivate "heating" to such a high level, in fact, because of two reasons: first, the proficiency of heating will only breed when the magic power is completely exhausted. Generally speaking, for magicians, every time their magic is exhausted, they will cause some damage to their own magic pool, and the gains outweigh the losses. The second point is that the mana capacity of the mana pool of ordinary magicians is very large, and it is difficult to quickly consume the mana in the body, and I am definitely a special case here.

I peeled off my clothes little by little under Morayal's astonished gaze, I didn't want to walk through the wall of fire in the wool and linen, which would be set on fire and burn against my skin, and I would have nothing to wear.

I pressed my hand to my forehead in pain, and with my other hand pulled out a Frost Magic Scroll from the magic fanny pack on the ground, which of course was a normal Frost Scroll, which I had secretly drawn when I was in El City. Without Kige's special milky ink, and without the Ice Grass, making a Frost Scroll would be as easy as drawing a stick figure, but the power of the scroll was too weak, and the expensive magic potions and magic parchment made me dare not try it after I only made three scrolls.

I didn't dare to sell it privately with a few scrolls, but when I first tested the power of the scrolls, I used one, and the rest was put together with the magic belt pack and kept until now.

I'm Red* Naked, under the surprised gaze of Morayar and Morath, grinning through the wall of fire, of course, this is not without a price, in fact, even if I have a very high anti-wear attribute, especially when I was a child, I was repeatedly tortured by the fire poison of the burning fruit for many years, and the anti-fire attribute in my body soared to an extreme, but when I passed through the wall of fire formed by this corpse fire oil, I was still burned to death, covered with blisters, and the soles of my feet were as if they were cooked, exuding the aroma of roasted meat.

But I walked from the wall of fire to the other side as if nothing had happened, holding the frost scroll in one hand, and the smell of burnt was already coming from my body, and Moras was surprised to see that I had actually come over, and for a moment I became dumbfounded.

I tore off the dead skin on my body, and the powerful "self-healing" ability had regrown a new layer of skin under my cooked skin, and as the burnt dead skin faded, the pink flesh skin was exposed. I slowly walked up to Morath, grinned at him, and said, "Magician Morath, it's a pleasure to see you again!"

When Maurath saw that I was safe and sound, he also exhaled and sighed, "What a reckless child, even if you endure great pain, even if you are a new human with orc blood, you still can't save me!"

I didn't listen to him, but I had taken advantage of the time to untie the ropes from his feet, and then brought a wooden bench, and stood on it, holding his feet just enough to untie the rope from Mauras's hands, and rescued him from the cross, and he sat limply on the stone slab, leaning against the cross and rubbing his stiff muscles and dislocated joints.

"Even if you are not afraid of fire, if I pass through these walls of fire, I will only turn into charcoal. I don't dare to cross the wall of fire like you!All my magic is imprisoned by the Sealed Wood Magic Array in the castle, and I can't use magic!" Morath said with certainty.

I tossed him the magic scroll in my hand and said, "It just so happens that I still have a scroll, if you don't mind being frozen into a popsicle by me, then I can carry you out of these walls of fire, maybe you will get seriously ill because of it......"

A few minutes later, I grinned through the six-pointed wall of starfire with a frost-covered Morath......

Morayar, who was waiting on the other side, finally hugged Moras tightly with Morath, who had accepted the two heavens of ice and fire......

I stood awkwardly awkward, burning like a black monkey, and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground, and quickly put them on my body, ignoring the pain in my body, and began to think of all kinds of ways to get out of this ancient castle. (To be continued.) )