Oh, it's a bit unfair to put a spell mage with an elemental spell compared to the output, after all, people live on summoning spells and protective spells.

Seeing Freckles jump next to him with a flash, Sherlock stopped walking, and his tail rolled over.

"Yiyi, I took the initiative to attack when I saw your signal, who the hell are these?" Now that he had the opportunity, he finally asked the question.

As soon as this mage appeared just now, Zoe conveyed a kill prompt to him, and it would be a bit of a fuss to say that he was going to kill because the other party BB said two sentences.

Freckles lay on his shoulder, gasping for air without explanation.

"Judging by what they're wearing, it seems that they are people from some organizational force, and they can't be the red-robed mages, right?"

"How did you get involved with them?"

Sherlock could continue to ask questions when the strong smell of blood accompanied by a coughing sound, and it was only then that he finally noticed that something seemed wrong with Zoe.

He had seen the dense wounds on the other party's body before, and it should have been caused by the dust storm.

But for a lord-level NPC with a blood volume of nearly 100,000, this kind of skin trauma was not fatal, not to mention fatal, and even serious injuries were not enough, so he didn't pay attention to it after a quick glance just now.

Now that they're coughing up blood, it's obviously not that simple, either they've fallen under some evil spell......

"It's really lucky, the day is actually early." After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood in quick succession, Zoe's spirit seemed to recover a little, and she took out a bright golden ball the size of a walnut from the spatial ring after enduring the pain.

Ahem, ahem!

After spitting out a mouthful of blood again, she said weakly: "Xiaoxia, follow it, find that person, that Verimoni......"

This sentence seemed to exhaust the last of her strength, and after saying that, Freckles passed out on his shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you tell me what to do with this thing......" Sherlock said as the ball in his hand moved on its own.

Shaking from side to side, a pair of silver wings stretched out from both sides of the sphere.

Buzz Buzz –

The wings flapping quickly seemed to be two silver rays of light, dragging his golden body and flying out.

There are so many of these mage's gadgets, Sherlock glanced at them enviously and hurriedly chased after them.

From Zoe's instructions before he fell into a coma, it can be guessed that the other party is aware of his situation, and there is a corresponding solution, and this solution should be the Verim Oni he needs to find.

Verium Oni, another name for the Lesserman Witch.

He had read The Witch's Diaries before, and knew that a wizard could only leave Lysserman if he had the approval of more than three Oslows (high-ranking witches), and that most people would never get such an opportunity in their lifetime.

Their fate was determined from the moment they were discovered to have a magical talent, and that was to hide in the mountains and research new spells and magical items for the witches to fight.

It has to be said that ten high-level Verimoni may not be able to defeat a Bryslan (low-level witch) who has just learned spells.

However, because of their years of research and work, their theoretical knowledge is quite profound, and the magic items they make are something that all mages dream of.

Witches rarely let this happen, though, and to them, Verimoni is more of their possession, even with all this knowledge and experience.

That's why Sherlock was so surprised when he heard that the person Zoe asked him to find was a Verium Oni.

"I don't know if it was a legal outing or a defection?" As he pondered the question, the sound of wings flapping came from behind him.

When he looked back, he saw the three-headed two-legged wyvern carrying the line of red-robed mages chasing after him.

"Groove, you can't summon mounts to bully him, can you!" If it weren't for this demonic anomaly, he would have been able to summon Thestrals to run away as soon as he was out of battle.

With Thestrals' flight speed, these bipedal wyverns don't even want to catch up if their wings are broken.

If it's good, it's a pity that the reality is that at the current speed of both sides, it is only a matter of time before the other side catches up, and even Sherlock can estimate that it will not take more than half a minute.

Unless, he can find a way to increase his speed.

Theoretically, this demonic body is not familiar to him now, as long as he is given enough time to adjust to the strength of his limbs, the speed will definitely get faster and faster.

But what he lacked most now was time, and the group of red-robed mages behind him didn't look like people who would play cat and mouse with him.

Just as he was anxious, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, it was the golden ball.

"Golden ......" Sherlock was so familiar with this color that it was natural to think of his golden shuriken and ......

Dragon Power Mode!

In dragon power mode, black markings representing demonic power would appear, and on the contrary, he remembered that there was also a little golden light shining on his demonic body.

This golden light should represent the dragon power in his body.

The relationship between dragon power and demon power is not harmonious, and when one appears, the other will lie dormant and wait for the right time.

When the dragon power was dominant before, the demonic power was quietly used as the background board, and when it successively absorbed the power in the heart of Xsosai and the Hunter's Medal, it was already stronger than the already incomplete dragon power, and the demonization of the body was the most intuitive embodiment of this result.

Now, what Sherlock wants is to drive both forces at the same time, if not together, but to advance and retreat together.

It wasn't his wishful thinking that there was a man, or a dragon, who had set the best example for him.

Since the solution is feasible, it is worth trying.

The first step is to find a way to lure out the dormant dragon power.

He was very glad at this time that he had the habit of putting valuables in the space ring.

As soon as his mind moved, a fiery red stone appeared in his hand.

Since mastering the direct absorption of the dragon crystal, this flame crystal has no use, Sherlock originally wanted to dispose of it for money, but in the end, he was really reluctant to lose the dragon power that was still left inside, so he kept it until now.

Unexpectedly, this chicken-like prop became the key to his turnaround this time.

Holding it in his hand and absorbing it for a moment, after feeling that the speed was too slow, he opened his mouth and swallowed it directly.