Oreo was troubled by the blueprint that Filia had sent him, which showed some kind of Venada steel.

As the heir to the Emperor of the Venada Empire, Oreo certainly knew how to refine Venada steel, but the method described on this drawing was completely different from what he had previously known.

"170 grams of Mithril, 31 grams of Zelta Ash, 5 grams of white jade...... White jadeite? ”

Oops, there is another difficult raw material, the Okasim Empire is very rich, but the high-purity raw materials of white jadeite are usually imported from the Venada Empire, where does he get white jadeite?

"Angelyl!"

He subconsciously shouted, but no one answered him, and he remembered that Angelil had gone grocery shopping. As for Cuarón, who had gone to purchase the rest of the raw materials on the drawings early, he would not be able to return for a while.

Unable to study the drawings, Oreo pushed them open and picked up a stack of notebooks from the middle of the drawer, which was the "important thing" he recorded along the way.

From the occasional bedwetting at the age of two to the name of the girl he dated when he went to a brothel to play before becoming a ghost, Oreo wrote down almost everything in his notes, but sadly, he still couldn't remember what Badr called "something important."

As recorded in the General History of Burning Soul Island, Infinity Heart did bring him back to life, so he must have forgotten something important. Oreo vaguely felt that the importance of this matter was even higher than that of Attifa, and he had been trying to recall it all these days, but unfortunately he had not been able to remember the "vital matter" that matched the importance of Atifa.

Perhaps the god Tutan really existed, and it directly erased that memory from his mind, leaving not even the slightest trace.

But I am a living person, if there is really such an important thing, there must be a connection between myself and this important thing, as long as I can find the clues of the connection, I can naturally uproot this matter.

But I have too many memories, and the clues in my mind are like a whole room full of yarn, and it is not easy to sort out one thing from it.

"Ding, ding, ding."

The doorbell interrupted his thoughts, and Oreo straightened up, pressed the button on the side of the door, and the door opened.

Behind the door stood a stern man, who rubbed the soles of his feet on the stone slab in front of the door, and then cautiously walked into the office.

Oreo placed the firm's sign on the table, then pointed to it.

The people of the back three streets knew that Mr. Oreo was a man of few words, and they usually went straight to his problems.

But the man didn't, he wore a round-brimmed hat and looked around the office.

"Da-da-da-da."

Oreo felt that the man seemed familiar, and he tapped his knuckles on the table, urging the man to speak.

The man looked left and right for a moment, and then sat down directly across from Oreo.

"Oreo Pravor, you've become like this."

His tone was very melancholy, like an old friend he hadn't seen for years.

Oreo bounced out of his chair, the voice recalling memories he had been in the dust for years, this man was ......

The man slowly took off his top hat, and under the top hat was a kind face.

"Monin Plavel, your cousin."

Oreo finally knew why he felt familiar, his cousin looked a little like him, and he was one of the smartest of the thousands of cousins in the Pravor family. If memory serves, his father was the prime minister of the Venada Empire, and his status in the Venada Empire was certainly not low.

"My brother, you know why I'm here."

Oreo spread his hands expressionlessly and motioned for Mourning to continue.

"Truth be told, there are many Venadas who do not approve of this attack, and everyone thinks that this is a good opportunity to attack the East Ikra Empire, after all, they have only recently taken two cities from us. So His Majesty Angelo has decided to join forces with Emperor Okasim, but your Artifa doesn't seem to be planning to do so...... Did you give her confidence? ”

Oreo lowered his head, muttered something on the paper, and held up the piece of paper.

"What's the matter?"

"I didn't mean anything else, just to remind you."

Mourning shrugged, his expression the same as it had been more than a decade ago. "The East Ikra people have surrounded your house, if you want to live, I suggest that you and I go back to the Venada Empire, the better option is to persuade your woman to hand over that dragon's eye, this is also the last chance for the Okassim Empire."

Mo Ning is a master of reading words and feelings, but unfortunately Oreo has no expression, he saw him silent for a while, and then slowly raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up, and Mo Ning knew that this was the case.

He continued to shrug his shoulders as if he had been treating cervical spondylosis for years.

"My brother, choose."

Pravor was a glorious surname, but Oreo didn't like it, and he hated his uncles, uncles, siblings, and siblings, so he stood up slowly on the armrest, and gestured three fingers.

Mourning ostensibly gave him two choices, but he didn't choose, and the meaning of the three fingers was that he didn't choose either.

Without giving his lovely cousin a chance to continue rambling, Oreo withdrew his right hand, lifted the hem of his trench coat, and pulled the black gospel from his belt.

- When he turned into a skeleton, his belt was a little loose, and it was just right to stuff this black gospel into it.

Mo Ning also stood up, and he also pulled a black book from his waist, and the scarlet dragon blood slowly swirled in the groove of the book cover, which was the silhouette of a giant dragon, as if it were alive.

"Black Blood Record", a book that records dragon magic, one of the three treasures of the dragon family, it is rumored that the creator of the Black Gospel is borrowed from the dragon magic on the Black Blood Record, if the book has the distinction between the elder and the younger, then the Black Blood Record is the father of the Black Gospel.

"It's not that a family doesn't enter the door, why do you husband and wife eat soft and not hard."

Monin muttered as he reached for the top hat and tucked it under his armpit.

The raging wind poured in from the doorway, and the cashmere carpets suddenly burned, and they turned into ashes in an instant, and the black ashes did not disappear with the wind, but were smeared with green paint and turned into grass swaying in the wind.

The sun shone brightly overhead, and the eerie warmth made Oreo's knees limp.

He lowered his head, and the desk in front of him was gone, replaced by a large stone slab, the elaborate imprints carved into the slab, emitting a faint black glow in the sunlight.

As the main messenger of that expedition to the North, Oreo had the privilege of reading this book of black blood, "The Path of Leaping" is a forced transfer formation, the Venada relied on this formation to escape from Kutaka's eyes, and now, he has been teleported to this green meadow by Morin, and what awaits him will be a siege.

"We meet again."

A familiar voice drifted against the wind, and Oreo turned to the side and saw the East Ikra man, whose name was, if memory serves, Abraham.

A sorcerer stood behind Oreo, and the trio divided the area into three regular sections, each of which was a realm infested with the elements of rage.

Oreo was at the intersection of three forces, red, white and yellow elements constantly washing over his face, and the black trench coat rippled like a river.

He quickly recognized the situation on the field, and Morin came to Turin to visit Atifa first, and after suffering from Atifa's deflatedness, he immediately united with the East Ikra to capture him, and the previous conversation was only to set up a way to jump.

Now it seems that the two empires are once again working together, each taking what they need and enjoying themselves.

Oreo didn't seem nervous, and he slowly opened the black gospel.

Abraham was the first to strike, he lost Neil's sigh, and if he returned to Naijie like this, he would definitely be guillotined by Ikra IX, so he had been dormant in Turin, trying to find traces of this black magician, and now he had finally waited for his chance.

As the earthquake trembled, flying sand swirled around Abraham, and an earth-elemental god loomed behind him. This level of spell takes an extremely long time to build, and is usually only available on the battlefield. If I'm not mistaken, this plan to besiege and kill myself started to be implemented last night, but unfortunately I haven't been able to detect it.

Compared to himself, Oreo worries about Caron and Angelyl.

Angelyl will be a means for those people to hold themselves hostage, and that big old man of Caron will definitely be trapped in the illusion to serve tea and water to "himself", and maybe he is making lunch now.

The earth elemental god was fully formed, and it had three arms, two of which were rapidly changing with Abraham's movements, and the other hand was hanging high above Oreo's head like an endless dark cloud.

Oreo stared straight at the palm, if he guessed correctly, the fire spell behind him should be an East Ikra man, which means that the current division of strength between the fields is not balanced, Venada and East Ikra are not fools, when Abraham is full of strength, this spell master is more of a role to restrain himself, as well as to watch the Mo Ning who is about to move.

Since that's the case, it's easy to do, unlike the sorcerer who fights only by magic, as a black mage, he has almost infinite power, and this kind of wheel battle is no problem for him.

"Go!"

Abraham let out a low cry, huge palms fell from the sky, the dirt beneath his feet became muddy, and poisonous snakes and scorpions were lurking and sneaking under the dirt, this realm was a combination of spells and illusions, and it was an absolute killer on the battlefield.

The Black Gospel was windless, and the thin black line appeared at the edge of the field in an instant, and it tried to rush out, but it was stopped by an invisible barrier, and the big hand was about to crush everything in the field into powder.

"Bang bang."

The pages continued to turn, and Oreo instantly appeared in Mourning's realm, he was an astrologer, he had been prepared, the dazzling sunlight increased exponentially, and the pure light did not even cause a fire, and it burned Oreo's clothes like purification.

But more than that, Oreo even felt like his soul was about to burn, which was the astrologer's absolute restraint against the undead.

Defeated by Mo Ning, his figure flickered again, this time he appeared in the red field, the karmic fire was wrapped up like a poisonous snake, his soul was still burning, the black gospel was trembling violently in the flames, its edges had curled, the black ink on the pages trembled, and the energy condensed by the resentful spirit continued to overflow in the heat.

"Crackle, crackle."

The grass was already scorched black, and the same scorched bones stood in the middle of the grassland, and the prosthetic eyes in its pupils had been melted away by the heat, and it was believed that it would not be long before the dry bones would become extremely crispy, and finally turn into gray-white powder.

I won't be able to survive here for long.

He eventually escaped from the Flame Realm and appeared in front of Monin.

The skeleton stretched out its right hand, grabbed the black gospel, and slammed through dozens of pages. The Black Gospel must be read in a set order, an iron rule that has been established by the Dark Mages throughout the ages, and Oreo is trying to break this rule.

The purest earth energy spread in the air, and the earth rolled like waves, and in addition to the square inch under his feet, countless soil gathered on top of Oreo's head, leaving a bottomless ravine, as if he were standing on the top of the mountains.

He raised his right hand, and the soil condensed into a huge spear that could not be described in words, the spear shielded from the glare of the sun, and the spearhead was pointed at Monin.

"Huh."

Mo Ning sneered and opened the black blood record, under the infusion of dragon blood, he was able to cast dragon magic for a short time, as the earliest teacher of human spell masters, the dragon clan has extraordinary power.

As the earthy yellow spear continued to condense, a curtain of water expanded in front of Mo Ning, and the spell was only halfway through before Mo Ning stumbled. He looked up with difficulty, his lips pale and bloodless.

"The Mirror of Severus", the legendary magic created by the magic dragon Severus.

Before getting the Black Blood Record, Mo Ning didn't believe that such absurd magic existed in the world, and with the infusion of mana, this magic had now been completely formed.

Oreo glanced behind him at the fire magician staring at him, so he raised his right hand and pointed in Mourning's direction.

The huge spear roared out, and the weak water curtain should have collapsed at the touch of a button, but it actually withstood the blow, and the spear crashed into the water curtain, failing to even make the slightest wave.

This is not only inconsistent with the general rules of continental magic, but also does not conform to the law of conservation of energy, in short...... It's not scientific.

Oreo kept waving his hand, and he was the only one who understood what was happening, the spell wasn't a curtain of water at all, it was more like a mirror, and the spear was flying in the mirror world into the distance.

Mo Ning clasped his hands together, and his face turned a little pale.

Above his head, the mirror slowly spun around.

If the world in the mirror were to be understood as an unknown space, then the spear would crash in through the front door and out of the back door!

Oreo figured it all out in an instant, and the water elementals converged into a vortex in front of him, but it was too late, because the mirror had been completely turned over, and from Oreo's point of view, the spear had already broken through!

"Buzz"!

The sand and gravel rubbed and trembled in the air, although the water element could disintegrate the earth element, but the hastily condensed vortex and the spear were not at all in the same order of magnitude in terms of energy, the vortex was almost at the touch of a button, and with the shattered water element, the spear slammed into Oreo's abdomen, and he finally tasted the bitter fruit of his own suffering!

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