"Come back!"

Just as the two of them made up their minds, a voice pierced through the wind and snow and reached their ears, like an elderly mother calling for a distant wanderer. When the two of them heard this, their hairs stood up, their hearts screamed, and they were about to escape, but a huge suction force came, and they couldn't move a bit. The next moment, the wind and snow of the riot carried the two of them towards Elder Miller. If you look down from the sky, they look like two dragons hidden in the snow.

The Assassin crouched, barely holding his feet in the midst of the turmoil. This kind of transformation magic is not so simple, it is already between the visible and the invisible, and only by compressing the magic power to a certain extent can this effect be achieved. With his current strength, even if he wants to break free from the control of the ice dragon in his heyday, he will have to pay some price.

He squinted, his consciousness slowing a little, and the flying snow slowed in his eyes. He seemed to hear the sound of breaking, and when he listened carefully, it turned out to be the sound of ice flowers stretching. He trembled slightly and stretched out his hand, looking down, he couldn't believe it, how could his hands become so dirty, he wanted to wipe it, but found that both hands were grasping something. He wanted to throw it away, but a voice in his heart prevented him from doing so, and he hesitated for a long time without moving, which made his chest very annoying.

Sleep, you won't be bored when you fall asleep. There was a voice deep inside him reminding him.

At this time, the magic power in his body had been depleted, and the side effects of the first two doses of potions were coming fiercely. In this cold and snowy land, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and I just want to sleep. He kept reminding himself that closing his eyes was death, but that feeling of powerlessness came from the depths of his limbs, and he struggled to support it, but it became more and more sleepy and difficult to resist. And he didn't notice at all, just between him and the old man's passage, the ice edge had begun to condense again, and as soon as he bumped into it, it would be a blur of flesh and blood in an instant.

The cold began to invade his body, and he was sleepy, and he didn't want to fall asleep, but he was really sleepy. Sleep, the task is also completed, an almost impossible task. Sleep, just, pity that person. Obviously you don't need to open that door, you can just leave, why waste that time, otherwise you might have run away long ago.

He began to think back to how he had become an assassin in a brief time, and he had forgotten a little, as if he had been doing it since he had done it. I don't know if his damn master is dead, most of them are dead, and if he is alive, he will probably drink like mud in the Jiuqu corridor of the black market, but he can't toast a glass of wine, and kick a few more feet while he is asleep. Okay, okay, if you're dead, you'll be dead, but he still wants to wander in the corridor of the Nine Songs, living like the living dead, but after all, he is alive, because he can see the bright red when he is alive. It's just that bright color, where can he tolerate such a dark stain as him, even if she is in a treacherous hell, she is like a blooming red lotus, not stained with dust. It's just that it's nice to look at from afar.

Finally, a smile appeared on his cold face, and then he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, an astonishing wave of qi surged out of his body. The heat filled his body in an instant, and the snowflakes melted away before they could get close to him, as if they were in a thick fog, and even the air was distorted.

He opened his eyes, and this time they were no longer blurry, but terrifyingly clear, and a smile on the corner of his mouth turned into a bitter smile. It was the last resort he had prepared, and just as his eyes were about to close, he bit down on the last pill in his mouth. Three outbreaks at any cost, with unpredictable consequences. In the most difficult mission, only two pieces have been used in one of the most difficult missions. And in the months that followed, he was like a wasted man, now three, and even if he escaped today, he would not be far from death.

Before he could feel it, the enemy's ice edge sword rain had already hit. The assassin pinched his hands, the fog rose, and the figure was just a blur and disappeared. The ice dragon met the ice rain, splashing a larger dust mist and obscuring the sky for a while.

Tim was fully conscious, and did not stand idly by because of Elder Miller's thunderous methods. The wand in his hand had been prepared for a long time, and the moment the assassin disappeared, he began to chant:

"Heavy as a song of sorrow, the dark night walks with me, the light of my heart shines, the rising sun is full of light, echoes my breath, winds the wind that rises, great god of the sky, shine on my enemies."

As the chant ended, he raised his wand and aimed it at the distant mist.

Suddenly, a little light flickered, and although it was in the fog, it was unusually clear. Tim is a high-level marker magic that can accurately find enemies within a certain range, and it is difficult for ordinary magic to break this mark, relying on the nemesis of hidden assassins.

Miller waved his left sleeve, and the ice edge shot towards the point of light. The collision of ice and rain just now tore the magic of that area to pieces, and his soul mark was still clear, but he couldn't locate it accurately for a while, and Tim's mark was timely.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous sound of collision sounded in the ice fog, and it was difficult for the opponent to completely dodge the precise and dense strikes at this level, so Miller did not hesitate to launch the ice arrow with magic power.

At this time, Tim began to pay attention to the other side, and suddenly, his pupils dilated instantly, and he could barely suppress the anger in his heart. Because he's already seen the other one who the Frost Dragon is carrying - Old Vader! The old man who has been a warehouse janitor for half his life, the old man he met in the wind and snow half an hour ago! Whether he has been dormant for all these years or has been replaced, it is his negligence that has caused this result.

Tim was furious at this point, and seeing that Old Vader was getting closer and closer, he did not hesitate to raise his wand and start chanting again. Two breaths later, a petrel soared from Tim's wand, and then two or three, until hundreds of petrels appeared between him and Old Vader, and then circled in the air, and flew in a depressing manner.

Old Vader's face began to grow solemn. At first he was calm when he was pinned down by the Frost Dragon, because although he was restricted in some movement, it didn't really hurt him. However, Tim's magical transformation is not so simple, just speaking of the difficulty of control, it is much more difficult than the transformation snow dragon under him, let alone controlling hundreds of magical petrels at the same time. Originally, it was used to patrol the path, but this amount will become extremely terrifying, and it can even be used to form some powerful magic arrays. He still underestimated the power of his back to the big array, looking at Tim's appearance at this time, it was obvious that the magic array provided him with a steady stream of magic power, and it should have provided some spiritual blessings, otherwise just maintaining the flight of these petrels would be enough for him to drink a pot.

He knew that he could not dodge, and sighed in his heart, then held his breath, his eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura began to linger around him. He didn't want Tim to do this magic easily, and the decisive battle was coming!