Are they robbing again?

"Don't be afraid! I'm here to help you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info" Dai Dameng shouted, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

The men looked at him, but they didn't move, still standing there.

Dai Dameng was secretly angry: "Heh, I haven't seen my long skills for a night, and you dare to ignore me." "I ran to him, and before I could raise my shield, I realized that something was wrong.

I only heard someone say: "Give me a good look, I can't find your little life." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The group of treasure hunters nodded in panic and scattered.

Dai Dameng found that it was the white-robed man in the middle who spoke, he was about fifty years old, white and fat, with a thick and long scar that cut off his left eyebrow, extending from his forehead to the base of his ear, and almost blinded his left eye. His robes were as white as new, but he was scruffy, his hair and beard were dishevelled like weeds, and there was a dent in his hair that seemed to be pressed out of the band of his head.

"What did you just say? Do you want to help me? The white-robed man smiled at Dai Dameng: "That's really great, you came in time, I'm short of manpower now." My peerless and priceless polymath is missing, I put it next to my pillow when I went to bed last night, and I woke up this morning and it was gone, so you can help me find it. ”

"Huh?" Dai Dameng shook the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "I thought you were robbed by them, so I said I wanted to help you, and since you're fine, I'll leave." ”

"Are you alright?" The white-robed man stared at his eyes, his expression was very frightening, and he pointed to the scar on his face and said, "That headband was bought by me in exchange for half a life, if it is lost, I will only have half a life left." ”

"But I still have something." Dai Dameng was going to see the female saber-toothed tiger in the fog-watching tower, and he really didn't have time to help him find the headband here.

"Want to go? It's not that easy. As soon as the white-robed man raised his hand, a wall of fire immediately surrounded Dai Dameng and Brother Guiren in the middle.

"Humph!" The white-robed man smiled and said, "Either find my headband, or leave your life behind!" ”

This...... Dai Dameng was taken aback, he didn't expect that the man in the white robe was a magician, and he seemed to be very powerful.

"Humph!" The noble brother snorted coldly, and a burst of cold air suddenly erupted on his body, and his feet stepped on the ground and immediately left a piece of ice slag, and walked straight through the wall of fire towards the white-robed man.

"What is this?" The white-robed man was stunned, and immediately put away the wall of fire, and surrounded the noble brother and exclaimed: "The pure and condensed immortal energy, without a trace of energy leakage, perfectly retains the corpse's pre-mortem ability, and casts spells without the slightest attenuation, this is the death servant!" ”

"Disrespectful, disrespectful, it turns out that you are a necromancer archmage." The white-robed man looked at Dai Dameng and said with a smile on his face, "My name is Slipless, and I am from the Xiluo Dil Sino Academy of Magic. It's really rare for a little brother to have this kind of cultivation at a young age, dare to ask the name of the honorable surname, where is the high one? ”

Whatever is high and low, Dai Dameng doesn't know what it means. But he understood the first few sentences, "My name is Dai Dameng, and I came from the snow." I'm not ......."

"Hmm...... Hum. The noble brother glared at him and motioned to leave quickly.

Dai Dameng had a tacit understanding with the noble brother, and immediately understood what he meant, so he asked Slipless: "That, can I go?" ”

"That's a pity, I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask you." Skaless was disappointed and said, "Okay, I'll keep in touch if I have something!" ”

Dai Dameng nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Slippers turned to look for his headband.

Brother Guiren's footsteps were very fast, and Dai Dameng followed him for a long distance before he slowed down.

"Brother." Dai Dameng asked puzzledly, "Why did you urge me to leave just now?" ”

"That guy is amazing." Brother Guiren said: "His robe is not simple, it is the robe of the Master of Destruction, and only the Master of Destruction is qualified to wear it. ”

"The Master of Destruction Magic has a strong breaking power, he can raze a village to the ground with a snap of his fingers, and he can fight an army of hundreds of people with one person, which is more powerful than the dragon that appears in the sentry tower in the snowy west." Brother Guiren sighed and said, "It's good that he treats me as your death servant, thinking that you are a necromancer archmage. He can't see through your strength, so he doesn't dare to make a rash move, otherwise if he really fights, I won't be his opponent with a corpse roar. ”

"It's horrible!" Dai Dameng was so frightened that he patted his chest, but there was one thing he didn't understand, "Why is his hair and beard so dirty, but his robes are as clean as new?" ”

When is it, it's still about people's hair and clothes.

"You ......" the noble brother was so angry that he couldn't speak smoothly, "how do you hear the point!" ”

"Am I just weird?" Dai Dameng scratched his head and said, "Does he love to do laundry?" ”

"Your head should be washed!" The noble brother angrily pulled his robe to show him, and said, "The enchanted clothes can absorb the master's spiritual power, not only to keep it clean, but also to repair itself. This is an expert-level robe, and the repair ability is good. His robe is a master-level robe, and his cleaning and repair abilities are even more powerful, so it always looks like new. ”

"So amazing?" Dai Dameng was very envious and said, "I also want enchanted equipment." ”

"Enchanting equipment requires the use of soul stones." Brother Guiren sighed and said, "There is a soul imprisoned in every filled soul stone, so there is a killing behind every enchanted piece of equipment. ”

"Souls imprisoned by the Soul Stone can only go to the Soul Stone Tomb and cannot return to the Divine Realm, which is not what the Holy Spirit wants to see." The noble brother pulled his robe and said, "So it's better not to have this kind of bloody thing." ”

Coming out of Qiuwang Mountain, the road to the Mist Tower is much easier, you just need to walk along the main road.

In the evening, we came to the bottom of a hill by the Blackwater River.

"A chicken." Brother Guiren was suddenly attracted by a chicken on the mountain, to be exact, it was a dead chicken.

"A dead chicken." Dai Dameng swallowed his saliva and said, "I don't know if I can eat it." "I was tired of eating the dried fish for the past two days, and just time to change the taste, Dai Dameng ran over and reached out to catch the chicken, but he caught a hand of ash.

Although the chicken remained like a chicken on the outside, it was full of ash on the inside, and when he grabbed it, it was immediately blown away by the wind.

"Damn!" Dai Dameng scolded fiercely: "Who is doing this boring prank!" ”

"It's not a prank." Brother Guiren's eyes flashed with blue fire, "This is necromancy. When the necromancer does not have full control over the dark forces, the internal structure of the corpse will be destroyed while controlling the resurrection, and when the dark power fails, the corpse will turn to ashes. ”

The noble brother looked up, and saw that there seemed to be a faint blue light flickering on the top of the small mountain, "It's a necromancer." Brother Guiren bent down and slowly leaned towards the top of the mountain.

Dai Dameng followed his example, bending down to avoid stepping on the branches, and walked slowly to the top of the mountain, stopping under the tree next to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, there was a round platform made of bones, more than a meter high and as thick as a barrel, and a man in a black robe was shooting a cloud of blue light into a black shadow on the ground.

In the blue light, the black shadow stood up from the ground, shouted, "Oh Da ......" and ran down the hill without a head.

It was a chicken, a chicken that had been brought back to life by necromancy.