"What did you do again, Potato Head?" the thief asked politely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dwarf McGee, who was being held in the hand by an ice demon bat, briefly looked up at Gülen, he was puffed up, obviously trying to say something very disrespectful, but he saw the white figure not far behind the thief, and he immediately closed his mouth, indicating that Gülen was most likely ordered by the mage to question him.

"He's using fine mesh. The Ice Demon Bat said.

The thieves will understand when they hear it, and many people may not know much about the term "fine net", but Gülen, who was born and raised in the port of the sharp jaws, certainly knows why people hate the word, a kind of net that only allows the tip of the baby's little finger to pass through in each gap, and there is a lump of lead falling underneath, dragged by two or three boats, and slowly skimming the water, because of the lead, the bottom of the net is rubbed against the sand, coral, and rocks, and the tiny mesh is caught by them even the youngest juveniles, even the eggs of the larger ones. As you can imagine, this kind of net is the most abundant, but repeated use of this net also means that it will cause a sea area to be "barren", sometimes for years, decades to barely return to its original state - so this kind of net will only appear in the hands of some of the worst people and in hostile seas, and be used as an invisible weapon, such as Grenada, because Grenada has few allies, and they are accustomed to using this kind of net with impunity. It's not that there are no other fishermen or druids who want to put an end to this shameful behavior, but Grenada's fishing ship and the pirate ship are arguably only one flag apart, and if there is one, it is that there may not be a red-robed warlock on the pirate ship.

Glenn stroked his chin, the Thieves' Guild he once belonged to was known as "Silver Fingers" because their union was dominated by thieves, and another Thieves' Guild that could compete with "Silver Fingers" was called "Evil Thorns", and as the name suggests, their guild was more full of assassins. Truth be told, most people would probably think that two thieves' guilds are enough in this land, but the owner of the "fine net" obviously doesn't think so, or, as the name of the "fine net", his ambition is clear - the fine net can capture everything, doesn't it?

Then an uneasy commotion caught the thief's attention, and he looked down at the fine net that the Ice Demon Bat was carrying, the kind of fine net that the dwarf had made for himself, and certainly could not be as large as a real fine net to hold a giant whale. It is usually condensed in a brass cylinder, and when it needs to be used, a thin and tough net can be sprayed from the front end of the cylinder by pressing the back bracket, and it can cover a radius of fifteen feet at once, and the dwarf created this thing to catch fish and catch rabbits and cold birds, but he didn't notice that several young ice devil bats were also peeking on the side, and the result was that he caught the bird, and also caught the Xiaoice devil bat, they were shrouded in the net, not many injuries, at most the feathers on the two wings were broken, but these were enough for them to let out a frightened and sharp scream-- It sounded like the wind rushing through the gaps in the glacier, and everyone who heard it could not help but tremble.

The Ice Demon Bats guarding the cubs were furious, and they tried to tear the thin net, but they found that the thread of the thin net was made of Mithril mixed with silk thread, and the owners of these ice fields could certainly tear them, but they would inevitably hurt the Xiaoice Demon Bats wrapped inside, so they came to negotiate with the humans with the nets - by the way, the gnomes were also packed in the nets.

Glenn looked back and was about to say something, but he noticed that the black-haired, white-robed spellcaster had stood up and walked behind him.

The lich studied the tangled fine web in detail, in fact, if the dwarf had been left to sort it out, this matter could have ended earlier, but the grumpy ice demon bats did not believe McGee, they tore and wanted to untie the net wires themselves, and the result was that these hair-thin threads were intertwined in an instant, and some places became tighter because of the struggle of the Xiaoice demon bats, and the thin silk threads were cut into their bodies, and blood had already seeped out of the gray-white fluff - The thief had tried to put the finger knives into the fine net, but as soon as he touched the net, before he could pick them up, a Xiaoice demon bat began to wail.

The caster raised his hand, and it had to be said that this action was threatening in the eyes of any sapient being, and the ice bat raised its wings and lowered its shoulders - adult ice bats were four feet tall, about the height of a large child, but they bent their knees and could jump up to fifty feet when they jumped, and then attack from above, but the lich just wanted them to be quiet- This small problem only needs a trick to solve, he put his finger on the place where the fine net is most entangled, lightly touched, that place will be automatically untied, and then he looked at the Xiaoice demon bats, booed, the cubs who wanted to tear the net cable themselves immediately froze, the big ice demon bat cautiously glanced at the caster, until he turned around, did not jump forward, their nails can chisel through the ice as hard as steel, but can also pick out the small thorns in the fish flesh, under the premise of the network cable relaxation and the Xiaoice demon bat obediently obedient, it is only a matter of time to untie these net cables。

The thief walked away, and then he walked back with a very small bottle in his hand, and when he opened the bottle, the leader of the Great Ice Demon Bat immediately smelled a scent that it had never smelled on this ice field, and this smell reminded it of the first rays of sunlight after the polar night.

"It's a gift, and as we apologize, believe us don't mean it - but there are always fools in a group - give them some potions, one drop each," said the thief, "and you can keep the rest for yourselves and use when you are hurt." ”

The Ice Demon Bat didn't speak, so the thief put the bottle on the ice, and when they untied the net, he brought the messy net to the caster, and the caster's fingertips splattered a little spark, which ignited the net, and the gnome's eyes were filled with tears, reflecting the fire, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Go catch rabbits. The lich opened the spell book and said without looking up, "Glenn, take McGee." ”

The thief grinned and grabbed the gnome, of course he knew what the caster meant, and he could take the dwarf for a "walk". The rabbits of the Far North are snow-white, and when they squat, they are a fat and large ball of snow, and only two black eyes can be seen, but when they sense danger, they will stand up and run wildly on their four slender legs, and in times of emergency, they can either burrow into the snow holes dug earlier or jump straight into the icy waters, and likewise, they are as good at sharp turns and sudden stops as their counterparts on land, not to mention the dwarfs, even if they are Berdwin, he may not be able to catch the most cunning of them without a bow and arrow。

It was a mild punishment, as the gnomes didn't need to hunt, as Kerryben, Baldwin, and Leona had already done the work, and there was no doubt that the two humans and one elf would have enough to satisfy the stomachs of all of them, but the thieves could also guess why the gnomes were doing what they were doing - McGee should have been afraid that they would be thrown on this ice field, so he would try to show that he was still useful- After all, they didn't seem to like him very much because of Perrante's relationship, and although the thieves knew that these people wouldn't, why should he warn this guy?

So when Kerriben and the others returned, they only saw the caster and the daughter of love, the caster sitting on a piece of ice that had been swept away from the snow, and under him was a snow-bear's fur that was strong enough to keep out the cold, holding his spellbook in one hand, and pinching the golden dice in the other, about the latter, Berdwin had always thought it was amazing, if the numbers on the dice showed how far they had to go, then how did it point the way?

Of course, the lich knew about their confusion, but he didn't want to explain the subtleties in detail, and Kerry might have could, but Leona and Baldwin—he didn't plan to start a magic toddler class, he didn't want to explain such esoteric magic from the basics, not to mention that it included a lot of things that could only be dissected by being proficient in magic patterns, symbols, mathematics, prophecy, and ancient alien languages, and if he were to explain it slowly, they would have to transform into immortals before they could hear it all—not necessarily yet.

He kept his head down, chanted silently for a while, and threw the golden dice into the ice, and the dice made a crisp and pleasant crashing sound on the ice, revealing a number, which the lich wrote down, then the second and third, these three numbers may confuse many people, but in another plane, this knowledge point is held by many humans, and they are called the same three coordinate positioning.

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And on this plane, the same three-coordinate positioning is not something that everyone can understand or even use freely, although powerful mages can use prophecy spells to locate themselves and teleport themselves to a distant and unfamiliar place, but they still can't be sure where they will be teleported to, it may be above the thin air clouds, it may be the underground flowing lava, or even in the body of a giant bear, so even if they can, they will rarely be willing to use it,

But if they want something, they can do it in other ways, for example, Ostar.

Unlike Dylan Doncre, his mentor and another disciple had returned to the White Tower together, and Ostar's stay in his tower, which had originally belonged to Antonio, was very brief, but very necessary, because many of the scrolls, potions, and rune seals that Rika had prepared for his mentor were here, and it was impossible to overdo much preparation before the long journey imaginable.

Ricka served his mentor and put on a cloak for travel, the red-robed warlock wore a red robe only in the innermost part, on the outside was a chain mail of Mithril, wearing a weapon of pure gold, hanging a scroll belt and potion bag, three dimensional bags, and finally the cloak, the cloak was an extremely dull blood-red, in the low light, it looked like black, when Ricka's hand rested on it, he could feel his strength draining, although very slightly, but he felt it, the cloak throbbed in his hand like a living heart, and it became obedient when it fell on Ostar's bodyOstal ran his slender fingers across the sides of the cloak, pinning himself a pin, the obsidian and emerald on the pins that glistened with warmth, and the cloak made of the skin of the Yin corpse on his body would hide all his breath and traces of being a living being.

Rika was eager to ask again if his mentor needed someone to serve him, like him? he already had the White Tower, but he wanted more, the Vault of the Metal Dragon, the gold coins and gems, was secondary, and he wanted something that would directly make him strong. This is very likely, because the approximate location of the vault is already certain, it is the coldest place in the Far North Sea, and the only metal dragon that can settle there is the silver dragon, and the silver dragon is the most curious and proficient in spells among the dragons, and it is not surprising that it has spell books and magic tools in its lair.

But at that time, Ostahl only gave him a smiling look - Rika did not dare to utter another syllable related to it, after all, he knew that his mentor had instructed him to kill his sister Reyt, and to occupy her original position and territory, because Reyster had tried to threaten him with a small problem that Ostahl did not care about, and Ostahl had probably gone there in person because of this.

Warlocks with dragon blood seem to have inherited the dragon's arrogance, and they occasionally leave a small hole in their plans because of this shortcoming, but if you think you can use it for him or you can do something, your first reaction when they are threatened is to eliminate the threat and then continue to do their thing, like closing that little hole or something.

Ryette was dead, and Ostahl had been watching his little loophole, yes, he could have destroyed them at once, but when he found that he couldn't get what he wanted from the Seventy-Seven Islands, or even if he could, it would cost him a great deal to get it, the little bugs were able to surprise him with absolute surprise, and he immediately changed his mind - it was also a pleasure to make your enemies serve you wholeheartedly, for which he had been weighing for a long time- He couldn't let these people find out about his intentions, but he couldn't send too strong his subordinates, lest some idiot accidentally burn to death the only caster who could unlock the secret, only to have to start all over again.

Thankfully, they had finally reached the Far North Sea. (To be continued.) )