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Sauron, who was advancing, suddenly stopped, his muscles tightened, and his palm grasped the hilt of the scimitar for a moment, and the whole person was ready to fight at any time. The Lolita dragon next to her was startled by Sauron's movements, but in the next moment, she also disappeared quickly, and her petite and delicate figure appeared in mid-air, and the whole person was shrouded in an invisible place of energy power. The only unaware was the captive gray dwarf, who was still staring around blankly.

"Psionic Field!"

Sauron's expression was very solemn, his perception ability had increased to the limit, and his telepathy was also paying attention to his surroundings, and he said slowly: "There are psionic warlocks casting spells nearby!" ”

Little Lori's expression was very strict, and she said in a low voice: "Legend level!" ”

"No, no, no!"

"It should still be above the legend! I felt the terrifying power of a storm of the mind! The coverage of the Psionic Field is quite wide! ”

"How is that possible!"

"There is no way there is such a powerful psychic warlock in the material plane!"

Both men are ready to fight at any time.

However, there was not even a single anomaly nearby, and the sudden burst of spiritual power field only fluctuated for a moment, and when he calmed down, Sauron even suspected that what he had just appeared was an illusion. However, if there is no Lori Dragon by his side, Sauron may think that what just appeared is an illusion, but now that the Lori Dragon next to him has also felt it, then it is absolutely impossible to be an illusion. There was indeed a very powerful psionic warlock casting a spell just now, and the scope of the psychic field was a bit beyond Sauron's imagination.

Such coverage.

According to Sauron's past memories, if it was really a certain psychic warlock, then his class level could have exceeded level 30 or more!

A level 30 psychic mancer?

How is this possible!

Sauron had never encountered this kind of existence during his turbulent period, and it is estimated that there are only a few creatures in the astral realm that can reach it.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Lori Dragon shook her little head and landed on the ground, glared at Sauron with wide eyes, and muttered, "Do you feel it?" Just now! Very powerful psychic power field! ”

Sauron nodded slowly and said in a deep voice, "I feel it." ”

"It's impossible for both of us to hallucinate at the same time. It's possible that a Psionic Warlock is actually nearby. ”

"Wait a minute, it's better to be careful."

Lori Long nodded her little head lightly and said softly: "Could it be a Gisyankee!" The knowledge I remember tells me that the Girth Yankees are often found in the dark regions, and there are many very powerful psychic warlocks among them. ”

Astonished.

Sauron glanced at the Lori Dragon next to him in great surprise, and said slowly, "It's possible!" The Dark Regions do often have Giss Yankees! ”

It seems that this Lori Dragon is not low in knowledge.

The dragon's genetic memory often takes a long time, and judging by her current form, she should not have fully awakened all her genetic memories, which means that her bloodline is most likely really from the Dragon Country.

"Gisyankees!"

"Damn! I didn't know about the Dark Regions before the Sage Catastrophe, could it be that during this time, there really was some powerful psychic warlock visiting the Dark Regions from the Astral Boundary? ”

"Which astral traveler could it be?"

Sauron searched his memories with all his might, but unfortunately he could get very little information, and when he came to the Dark Lands, it was already after the Sage Havoc began. The gap between the two is actually quite large. That's why he needed a guide, the difficulty of the Netherworld was much higher than that of the surface world, and only a small number of adventurers could enter before the Sage Havoc began. A lot of the news about this time period was just rumors, because not many people were able to meddle in this level of domain at that time.

Sauron was reincarnated once in the River Styx before he advanced to the Legends, and there was a partial fault line at the information level.

"Be careful."

Sauron looked around, motioned for the gray dwarf to move on, and said slowly, "Psychic warlocks are not easy to deal with! We need to be ready for encounters at all times. ”

The group moved on.

But until Sauron found his way to the city of the Grey Dwarves, they didn't encounter anything out of the ordinary.

The qiē just now was completely like an illusion.

They did not encounter any enemies. There was no trace of a psychic warlock either.

The psychic field is gone.

It only exists for a moment, and then disappears completely.

………………

Dark areas, cross-passages.

The vampire god threw away the drow corpse in his hand and raised his hand to gently wipe the corners of his mouth. Disdainfully: "These filthy ** drow elves! Their blood is as disgusting as poop! ”

At the foot of the Hellpoet was the corpse of another female Drow Elf, and he glanced coldly at the vampire god son, and said slowly, "Then you still bite her!" ”

Reinhardt spat lightly, as if still feeling a little nauseous.

He turned to look at the poet of hell next to him. A flirtatious smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said lightly, "We are not familiar with this place, so we need a servant to lead the way." ”

A drop of blood slipped down.

With some kind of evil depraved power. The corpse of the drow elves that had fallen at his feet suddenly shuddered.

"Master!"

A cold and merciless voice sounded, and the Drow Elf, who was obviously dead, stood up, her pupils gray, and her whole person was like a puppet, humbly kneeling at the feet of the vampire god.

"Look."

The vampire god son smiled slightly, raised his hand and nodded a little on the drow elf's forehead, and said slowly, "What a simple thing! Now we can let her lead the way. ”

"Half-elves and the god of wanderers!"

"I'm already a little impatient. What should the blood of the gods taste like? ”

"It must be wonderful!"

The Poet of Hell looked at him expressionlessly, gently touched the magic flute in his palm, and said coldly: "Don't get carried away! This is the territory of the Spider God. ”

"It is not ruled out that she will also notice this prey."

"This storage zài is not easy to mess with! Even just her incarnation is enough to kill us easily. ”

Reinhardt's body trembled for a moment, and then he said seemingly calmly, "Probably not." For the Spider God Queen, a god with weak divine power should not be enough for her to make a personal move. ”

The Poet of Hell did not speak, but continued to walk, and after a while said, "Don't forget her greed and cruelty! ”

"Besides."

"Anything related to elves, she's probably interested."

The vampire god paused, then said, "But it's a half-elf, and it has nothing to do with the drow elves." ”

The Poet of Hell looked around for a moment, then said, "I know. ”

"So we'd better pray not to run into her, the recent movement of the Drow Elves may be due to some kind of oracle she has passed down. In addition, I heard that a group of good holy warriors have also come to the Dark Regions, and I don't know what the purpose of this group of guys is. In this dark land of evil chaos, what can attract them? ”

Paladin?

The vampire god son frowned when he heard this, and then said with a look of disgust: "What a group of ghostly guys! ”

………………

The Uncharted.

A towering wizard tower stands above the plains.

At the top of the wizard's tower there is a starry platform, which is engraved with countless mysterious and ancient runes, and at this moment, a gray-robed figure stands in the center, looking as if he has passed through space and looked at the underground world.

"Here we go."

He lifted his fingers slightly, the tips of which were shining with metal, and his appearance gradually became clear as the faint light in front of him shone out.

A metal face, a metal body.

The silvery-white metal resembles human skin, changing slightly with his expression, and on his chest is a special device, which is a clock that cannot be described in words, with countless tiny runes on it, and special marks on the twelve notches, which look like the signs of the zodiac.

The clock was still ticking, his eyes were fixed into the distance, and he muttered, "I don't have much time left." ”

"Maybe the arcane light will bloom again!"

"Maybe every qiē will be buried by time! …… Only time will tell! …… Only time will tell! ……”

"Thank you."

"Dirkrena! …… May you be eternal in time! ……”

………………

A spatial rift leading to the unknowable.

In front of this man, which was made entirely of metal, was a space as bright as a galaxy, and in the center of the space was the figure of a giant dragon sleeping, and with its breathing, time and space were gradually distorted.

Time Dragon!

There is only one existence in the entire multiverse that can distort time and space into this. (To be continued......)

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