"Then let's go to Sierra Leone. Dear licked his dry lips, swallowed a sip of saliva, could not hide the excitement in his heart, and said: "This time the vampire has a vision, and if he can find the help of the magician brother, we will not have any more brothers sacrifice in the next gladiatorial fight." ”

"Haha, I hope so. Raels thought to himself that since his magic had been restored, he would be a fool if he didn't leave this hellish place, no matter what Celestial Star Arena he was, no matter how he got himself here.

"Then we're almost at the vampire's farm. De Arr didn't know that Raels had already thought about it, and kept urging.

"Don't worry, now show me your wounded hand. Raels suddenly felt a little sorry for others, at least they were sincere, and simply healed his injured hand with a recovery technique, which could be regarded as a favor for him.

Dear was slightly surprised, but he didn't ask anything, and quickly untied the sling hanging around his neck, and in the blink of an eye, a wrapped shoulder had stretched out in front of Raels, Raels was dizzy, this guy was more obedient than the fairy Lele.

"O source of life that sways between eternity and infinity, with light as the mediator and darkness as the quality, the power of the primeval is drawn, and the shackles that bind the soul are opened—rebirth!"

Raels reached out and touched Dear's injured arm, and for a moment his heart flashed the deafening rebirth spell of the dragon rescuing the goddess officer, and the next moment he had unconsciously chanted it.

Instead of shooting a white light from his forehead like a dragon, Raels this time emitted a cloud of white light from his body, and then the white light directly submerged into Dear's body.

What the hell is going on? Raels hasn't taken a closer look, a wave of weakness has hit, the feeling of weakness has not passed, and a purple light has flashed all over his body, and his body has returned to its original state in a warm and gentle manner, Raels touched his head, although he couldn't figure out why his body was so weird, but seeing that he didn't even breathe much when he cast a forbidden spell-level magic, it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

"My hand is all right?" De'Ar was still skeptical, and hurriedly untied the coarse cloth on his arm after the white light, and the arm that had been still bleeding turned out to be intact, even the scars disappeared cleanly, and the perfect skin revealed a fair luster, he was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "This ...... Is this my arm?"

"Seems to have overdone a bit of magic?" Raels was a little embarrassed, and said with a deflated smile: "Originally, it was only a rudimentary light therapy technique that could cure your injuries, and I accidentally cast the highest level of rebirth magic, I'm really sorry, it's also the first time I've cast this magic, and it's inevitable that there will be some mishandling of it, but it doesn't matter, light magic is only good for people, not harmful." ”

"But...... But is it too much better? Even my uninjured hand has become tender and tender, like the hand of a little girl. D'Ar wept and looked at his hands, touched his cheeks, and laughed, "Haven't I become a little white face now?" ”

"It's okay!" Raels wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, a swarthy man, but as white and translucent as a nobleman who had not been in the sun for a long time, less healthy, but more handsome.

"You still say it's okay, so what's the matter?" Dear still couldn't let go.

"It's really fine, aren't you going to take me to the master of your arena? In this situation, this is the only way Raels can think of it.

At this time, night had fallen, and the slave owners, these nobles, had long been hiding in a room to have fun, short and fat, and the big fat man with a bloated body made Dear pull out of the wine house singing and dancing, and he was already unhappy, but after listening to Dear's narration, he stared at Raels with a remorseful expression, and his sinister little eyes turned round and round.

"Are you really a magician, how could you be a slave to the Marquis of Frendo's family, and how could they sell you to me?" Sierra Leone's first thought was not to confirm Raels' identity from a series of questioning, but to see if there was an effective way to control Raels, as evidenced by his gloomy expression and the presence of four or five men who were clearly guards.

"It's not you who ask me, I'm going to ask you. The corners of Raels' mouth lifted slightly, not afraid of this guy at all.

"Bold! Lord Sierra Leone is asking, you can only answer yes or no! Honorable Lord Sierra Leone is also a lowly slave of you, can you ask casually?" Without waiting for Sierra Leone to answer, a shirtless man beside him shouted first, and while drinking, three leather whips sounded without warning, and rolled straight towards Raels, if it was implemented, the person would not die but also be seriously injured.

"Poof!" The whip was about to come to Raels, but he couldn't knock it down, and it made an earth-shattering sound with the air in front of everyone's eyes, and before they could react, the source of the leather whip tangled with the air exported a cloud of white light, and the three whippers didn't even moan at the same time, and in an instant they were hit by the white light, turned into ashes and disappeared in front of Sierra Leone.

Rao is Sierra Leone is well-informed, Hughes DìDū has not been in contact with any level of characters, at this time, the terrifying scene in front of him is so frightened that the three souls are gone, and his legs seem to be no longer able to support the increasingly obese body, trembling and slowly slumping on the ground, who is the magician with this young face? magic apprentice? magician, archmage, forbidden spell master? Why is it that even the Moresby Grand Magister enshrined in the Dì Dū palace is not so terrifying and ruthless.

"Stop...... Stop! Stop!" Sierra Leone didn't care about the cold sweat pouring down, the fat on his face was shaking violently, and he panicked to prevent the other men from stepping forward to die, although now the rest of his men were trembling and cowering. "Who the hell are you, what do you want to do in our arena?"

"Didn't you pick me up, why did I show up here and want to ask you!" Raels smiled indifferently, his gaze still fixed on his every reaction, and the rest of his men shrank behind him in fear.

"This ...... The day before yesterday, a housekeeper who claimed to be the Marquis of Frendo came to us and handed us a post, saying that they had a slave servant who wanted to sell us as a gladiator, and I ...... As soon as I saw that it was cheap, I just lost another gladiator in the arena, so I agreed in a moment of confusion. Sierra Leone secretly reached out and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, glanced at Raels timidly, and sighed with a bitter face: "I thought you were a little golden sheep, but who knew that you were a vicious demon wolf, you got rid of three of my subordinates at once, they were all gold coins." ”

"I'm a little heavier, and I won't be next time. Raels replied mockingly, whether it was the nobles of the Kingdom of Rhodeland or the Hughes Empire, they were all creatures that he hated, and civilians were all items of value in their eyes, except for them, of course, this was the thing he rejected the most as a commoner.

"It's okay...... It's okay!" Sierra Leone was startled, with a strong sense of unease, and his heart trembled: "I wonder what the little magician is planning now?"

"Plans?" Raels was stunned, and looked up, this should be a farm in the belly of Hughes Dì Dū, how to walk back to the kingdom of Rodland in this ghost place?

"Looks like we're going to be here for a while. ”

"No!" Rays had just finished speaking, and the fat man's pig-like voice had already sounded, and it seemed that he understood that it was easy to ask God and it was difficult to send God.

"I actually forgot the most important thing, the Marquis of Fredeor should have forged my deed of sale, this is a necessary thing in terms of formalities, where is the deed?" Raels looked up and down in Sierra Leone with bad intentions, thinking to himself that even this fat man should be sent to another dimension, and then it would really be completely gone.

In the face of his burning gaze, Sierra Leone shivered several times in succession, hurriedly took out a stack of papers from his arms, took out the top one, handed it to him, and said, "In...... Here, take it and devour it. ”

A breeze blew, and the white paper spontaneously combusted without fire. Presumably, the fat man didn't dare to lie to Raels, after all, compared to his own life, gold coins are still more important than his own life, and only with life can he earn more gold coins.

"Alright, this matter is done, let's discuss the next thing. Raels smiled and looked at the fat man who was frightened by his magic, like a fat lamb in the eyes of an old wolf, and said, "It's very simple, you do me a favor, I'll do you a favor." ”

"This ......" Sierra Leone's face trembled, and he said weakly, "Do I have any other choice?"

"It's not a big deal, I just want you to help me find a way to get me to Nerchensk, as long as I reach the border of the Kingdom of Rodland. Raels smiled all over his face, pointed to the distance and said awkwardly: "You also know, magicians are not omnipotent, I can't even find the right sense of direction in this ghost place of Dì Dū, and I can only rely on you as an acquaintance to think of another place." Besides, you don't want me to mess around here, do you?"

As he spoke, Raels also held out his hand and a fireball popped up.

"Oh my God, carriage fares, caravan fees, mercenary protection fees, little ancestor, kill me. When the fat man saw this fireball, he just swallowed his saliva, and cried out in a high voice, as if he didn't even want his life for this money.

"Then what do you say?" Raels didn't care what his expression was, who made him unlucky to buy himself, and even more unlucky, who made himself just full of magic and unfathomable potential because of the transformation of the dragon.

"Otherwise, it's better!" Sierra Leone wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "As long as you help me win this gladiator tournament and get a big prize, let's ...... Either six or four, you are six, I am four, and you can go wherever you want when you have money. ”

"Then it's decided, let's add two to five. Raels stepped forward and patted the fat man who was limp on the shoulder, and greeted warmly, "I will need your care in the future." (To be continued)