Time passed slowly, and Grant spent months in the Black Mist. In terms of strength, he has been greatly improved, and he has been promoted to the peak of the middle of the third order, and the four demon pets in his hands have all stepped into the middle of the third order. The Nightmare Beast reached level thirty-five, the gold-eating wurm reached level thirty-four, Rafi reached level thirty-four, and the Purple Mist broke through level thirty-six in one fell swoop.

Zizi ~~~

In the black mist, the four-headed demon pets cooperated with each other, like a huge beast attacking ahead. It was a golden-skinned demon corpse of third-order strength. In the face of the magic pet that cooperates with the attack technique, it can't hold out even for a second.

In a few moments, the purest energy floated into Grant's body.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed everything, and it wasn't until a few minutes that he slowly opened his eyes and muttered, "It's been three months since the last time I was in the Black Mist." I was going to go out a month ago, but I encountered the second half of the rune array craft. The structure of the large rune array disk related to the advanced rune array, and also got an ancient spell inscription device undead bracelet. Although it was a month late, the luck was much better than the year before. First, there were black and red filaments, then the magic pet coordination methods and spells, and then the large rune array disk and the undead bracelet. Could it be that God knows that I need to increase my strength and give me good luck. ”

Grant opened his eyes and changed several times. He watched as each finger of his left hand clasped a ring made of black metal with delicate runes. And the front of the ring is connected to a pitch-black chain up to the wrist, and every swing makes a clattering metal crashing sound.

"Well, now the time of year is up. I'll leave here first, go to the City of Chaos, look for the Life Scholars, and reach the ruins together. I don't know what effect the Elemental Ice Fountain Pool on the second floor will bring. ”

Grant said darkly. He knew that the ruins of the Golden Sutra of Life were called the ruins of Babylon, and it was divided into six layers. The crisis encountered on each floor is getting bigger and bigger. The sixth layer is where the Golden Sutra of Life is placed, and there are also a lot of items in the rest of the mezzanine. There is an accelerated upgrade on the second layer. Similar to an elemental pool that can be upgraded while sitting there.

Rustling......

He trampled through the rotting woodland, and there was a lot of blood on the ground. It can be seen what a miserable battle it has encountered.

After a while. Grant estimated that he had advanced a thousand meters and had reached the middle of the concentration zone.

The black pressure is not very clear. Grant leaned through the darkness and could discern a small, gray-white circular pool in the distance. To the left of the pool is an inclined water bottle pouring out of the stream. The water of the stream is clear and transparent, and it flows into the pool, and it flows continuously.

The water in the pool was strangely kept halfway through, as if it was forever unsatisfied. And the pure stream water has a faint smell of blood.

Syllable!

Grant felt three familiar companions walking behind him, and it was Poor Zaci who patted him on the shoulder.

"Grant, long time no see. Didn't expect you to be here a few months later. Looks like you haven't been out of the black fog all the time. "Poor Zaqi has been stagnant for several months, and his strong body is slightly emaciated. There was a hint of exhaustion in the sunken eye sockets. Obviously in the black fog is very tiring. The two people behind him stood there very stiffly.

"That...... The mage standing on the left side of the ......" looked a little weak. He wanted to speak, but kept it whispering, his eyes dodging.

Grant thought that the fallen mage was the one in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Thank you." The mage nodded, stepping back and not speaking.

Grant didn't care, and talked to Poor Zachi: "Master Poor Zachi, I'm going to leave here. There is an urgent matter that needs to be attended. If you have the fate to see it in the future, you will have a good drink at that time. ”

"Have a drink, then. Ha ha. Poor Zaci patted Grant's left shoulder, and his eyes took in Grant's tricolor hair and the black bracelet under his left hand. He knew very well that in the Black Mist, Grant must have harvested an unimaginable number of treasures. After all, the background of every third-order mage was far from being comparable to that of a second-order mage. What's more, Grant can't be considered an ordinary third-order mage.

The two talked a few words and said goodbye to each other.

"Damn, I didn't say a word." The female mage stomped her foot in annoyance. venting his frustrations. Since then, he has always expressed the intention of wanting to talk to Grant. But the other party didn't even pay attention to her, and couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed and a little annoyed. She thinks she's okay looking. Why doesn't the other party even pay attention to it.

Poor Zaqi glanced at it and said, "Second sister." Don't think about some things. We're still hunting for a while, trying to find a way to get out of here and get back to the clan to get help, you know? ”

"Oh, got it, brother." The female mage bit her lip tightly and let out a regretful tone.

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Grant leaves the Black Mist and takes up residence in a pale yellow cottage in the town. He knew that this trip to the City of Chaos would inevitably accumulate enough strength. Although Life Scholars have a good attitude towards the game, adding a few more strengths to oneself can also add a sense of security.

It took a month for Grant to make three large rune plates and leave the knight town.

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A few days later, a city interspersed with trees.

A huge pale golden tree towered among the clouds, and its body stretched out hundreds of branches, each of which was ten or so thick and three or four hundred meters long. There are quite a few wooden bars on it.

A small bar near the north was dark, empty except for a pale golden candle lit on the counter.

Behind the counter stood a pointy-eared man only about half a meter, with emerald green curly hair and eyes that were rare in seven colors. The pointed chin has a small goatee. I'm holding a few plates and carefully examining them for foreign objects and unclean places.

In the back corner of the bar, a man sits at a wooden table jutting out from the ground. He had long, messy black and red flax hair, which was so long that it was fastened around his waist with a leather band. With his fair face in his hands and a jet-black metal chain on his left hand, he looks like a fashionable young mage in the city.

"Boss, have a drink." He said lightly.

"Oh no!" The dwarf nodded, looking for a drink.

The mage was none other than Grant, and when he left the knight's town, he contacted Master Haytings and asked him to go with him to the eastern region to do an errand, and the reward was fully promised. Hattings agreed, and told him to wait for him in the City of Nature, saying that he would be here in four or five days.

Grant looked out at the landscape, and among the lush woods, there were small gray spires. With super vision, I could see a group of green-robed figures walking on the wooden bridge between the spires. Closer to the point are huge trees of two or three hundred meters tall, with countless small brown flowers growing on the bark and floating with a faint fragrance.

A faint breeze blew, and Grant felt very comfortable on his skin.

At this time, a figure flashed at the bar. He has a well-proportioned figure, a smile on his handsome face, and seems to have everything in his heart. He glanced casually and saw Grant in the corner, and a hint of surprise flashed.

Take a few steps closer, pull out the wooden chair at will, and sit down.

"Haha, Grant, you said there was an elemental ice pool?" The robed man said with a little excitement.

Grant smiled kindly, "Master Hatins, I can't lie to you. You're a prophetic mage, and you can find out what's going on with just a few mana and sacrifices. ”

"No, prophecy can be used casually. And the more prophecies there are, the more inaccurate they become, and I can't see anything about you. Master Hattings shook his head, looking helpless.

Grant knew that Haytings had said it on purpose, mainly to reassure himself. He also knew that Hetins would not do anything to himself, even in the ruins of Babylon. He has an inexplicable relationship with the Great Demon, and Master Hattings doesn't dare to move his heart.

"We'll get out of here in half a day." Grant stretched out his right hand and lit the table, snapping, very rhythmic.

Heitins nodded, his eyes looking out the window with a hint of hesitation and exclamation. Three months ago, the Mage's Staff was completely non-existent. Ten years later, I will serve the Great Demon for thirty years. I don't know what to do for the remaining ten years, but now it's a hobby.

The old man walked over, holding a round silver plate in his left hand. On top were two bottles of milky-white, floating mist-tingling drinks. He knew that the two-day guest liked drinks, and guessed that the newcomer might too.

Grant took it and handed another cup to Hatins.

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Eastern region.

On a sunny morning, the white clouds shine through the pale golden sunlight, evenly sprinkled on the surface of a city, and the minarets in the city reflect the white fluorescence.

On a protruding plateau to the left of the city, a faint green grass is swaying in the wind.

Two white-robed, peaked mages stood there.

The leading mage was gray-haired, kind-eyed, and had a pair of inky black eyes, like stars in a bright starry sky. Before you know it, you can get people hooked. In his left hand, he held a delicate coral-like staff that was snow-white throughout.

Behind him stood a stocky-looking mage, with a long sword the width of a man's head wrapped tightly around his back.

"Teacher, the capital of chaos has arrived. Do we need to go in now? A mage in the back asked.

The old mage's eyes narrowed into a slit, looked at the city where the woods and the spires stood side by side, and smiled, "We will now go to the City of Chaos for a while. I've astrographed and there's a good chance that I'll succeed here this time. ”

"Teacher, I see." The latter one was extremely respectful.

The two stepped on the grass of the plateau and approached the city step by step. When it was close to five or six hundred meters, it could be seen that there were pieces of sword-shaped black stones stuck in the ground, leaving only one piece exposed.

The old man didn't look at it, as if there was only the city in front of him.

Brush!

With a single step, he instantly advanced more than a hundred meters to the bottom of the gray-white stone wall. The greatsword mage followed the movement of his toes and came behind the old man. (To be continued......)