Chapter 149: Team (17)

The half-dragon stubbornly resisted the power of magic, his tail wrapped around a stalagmite the size of a two-man hug, and his outstretched hands gripped the edge of the rift, flames spewing from between his teeth— This was something he hadn't expected, the mage still had one or more powerful spells, but the half-dragon didn't think he could miscalculate in any way, he had fought so many spellcasters face to face, and even escaped at the hands of a half-lich, no, maybe he shouldn't have said that, because he didn't escape by his own strength, but was thrown back into the endless abyss by the half-lich who should have been purified ten thousand times, and he looked at the black-haired spellcaster with disgust and suspicion, because the two used the same method。

This poor half-blood hybrid had half the blood of a succubus in his body, and he was much weaker than the real devils, but he couldn't avoid the call of the Endless Abyss— When the devil is killed, he returns to the Endless Abyss, where he can be imprisoned for a hundred years before he can find another chance to return to the main physical side they desire, which is one of the most common methods used by the casters of the main material realm, but if a powerful priest casts the right exorcism spell, the jaw of the Endless Abyss will also open obediently and swallow its child back into its belly - the half-dragon suddenly remembered this when he saw the priest casting the magic on the little devil, but he had already been caught and thrown into the black chasm- The Endless Abyss is an insatiable monster that will drag all the prey it can catch back into its realm.

The black-haired spellcaster winked at him, smiled, and gestured, and a stomping struck the half-dragon, and the scaly monster let out a twisted hiss, not only for the blow, but also because Berdwin was chopping his tail like a tree.

The owner of the altar knew that if he persisted, he would only suffer more damage. He would have to face countless demons and demons for a long time afterward, and he struggled to let go of his fingers, and before the rift closed completely, one of the elves' Mithril bolts flew in with him.

"Crossbow?" the thief asked, his eyesight was good, and he saw the small bolt bounce off the half-dragon's scales, and then it flashed with a dazzling light.

"A little hint. Kerribben smiled and said that the crossbow arrows were used by the elves to echo their distant companions, and the light was soft but eye-catching, and it would hang in the air for a long time. The sun and moon in the endless abyss have no main material plane, its light is always dim and chaotic, and the signal crossbow arrows of the elves are very similar to the holy light emitted from those white robes, and the products in the abyss will eagerly trace the past to find out, as for whether the half-dragon will be divided by them as a fresh meal, this is not something they can decide.

The Elven Ranger put the crossbow back in his dimensional pouch, and he noticed that Glenn was also carrying a black one in his hand. A soft bag with a silky sheen.

"I took it from that monster. The thief didn't hide it, he stretched out his arms so that everyone could see his booty.

"When?" asked Berdwin, surprised, not retrieving the double-edged axe. It had been corroded by the blood of the half-dragon, cracks had appeared on the axe—the thief glanced at him—the former paladin's eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to be suspicious or responsible, Glenn narrowed his eyes. "Just now," he said, "it was only then, and at other times I couldn't get close to him at all." ”

He handed the dimensional bag to Cremar, "Take a look. Mage, you may have what you're looking for. ”

Cremar gave him a somewhat meaningful look, and even the dull Otherworldly Soul could sense that the thieves were trying to win his favor (he didn't know that the Lich had played him a favor card before entering the swamp), but Glenn was right, the Half-Dragon with devil's blood was also a spellcaster, and while he seemed to prefer hand-to-hand combat, the personal belongings of these evil creatures would basically have spells for protection and curses.

Memmy took two steps forward, she was still a little weak, and even if the half-dragon was gone, and the bats and moths fought each other to death, the swamp he had summoned was still there, and she pulled away in disgust a myriapod that was climbing up her calf, even with her boots spaced, the feeling of her feet immersed in the mud still made her feel like she was going crazy, and she felt that whatever they were going to do it better not to leave it here, this time to do it—but now the attention of the others seemed to be drawn to the little dimensional bag.

"Magic. Kerry Ben was the first to say that a voice was instigating him to snatch the dimensional bag and take it for himself.

"It's intense. Cremar went on to say that he hung the dimensional bag on himself.

"A little bit. "It seems that its effect on people is mainly manifested in the caster." ”

"Kerry is also a spellcaster?" asked Meemi.

"No, the elves are just sensitive to magic. Baldwin replied, and then he turned to the thief, "Seriously," he said, "I don't understand why they would give up on you, you see, a man who can steal from the devil - even if it is only half a devil and weak, but it is a terrible enemy." Didn't they think about trying to save you?"

"I hope you're not sarcastic," Gülen said, "and you should know the real reason...... Because you've seen it," he said, "and you're going to see it again." As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed and fell on top of Memi, and in a few breaths he became a real dead man.

"Oh, no!" said Carey.

The caster, who had also seen this strange sight, immediately reached out and turned the mud swamp where Gülen had fallen into a solid sheet of ice, and the thief's body fell straight on it with a dull thud.

Memmy suddenly felt the world spin, she thought it was because the magic she had prayed for had taken her too much strength, but her feet swayed, and even the ice that held the thief's body shook and cracked—she instinctively looked down, something surging in the dark black mixed with dark green mire.

An elongated stalactite fell, and then more.

"Damn!" called out Berdwin, "this place is going to collapse." ”

The magical energy contained in the circle was supposed to feed the humans of the village of "Concave Corner" to give birth to an evil but powerful fruit, but now its roots have been destroyed and blocked, but the juice is still flowing. They had accumulated in the critical parts of the fractures, and the lines engraved in the circle had become increasingly difficult to carry as the magic power increased, and now they were about to break through the obstacles and limitations, and burst out without hesitation.

The black-haired spellcaster hung the dimensional bag on his belt and made a gesture, and a spell rushed to the top of the cavern, shattering the already overwhelmed top and shooting a bright white light into the dark cavern.

The effect of the second spell was to be applied to Kerriben and the others in time, lest they be smashed into small cakes by the incoming boulders.

He smiled at the others as he made the third gesture, "Want to try your hand at flying?" he asked.

"What about Glenn?" called out Berdwin, "the gods are above. He's turning into powder!"

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The adventurers were wounded, hungry and tired, except for Cremar, who was already at the end of their crossbows, both mentally and physically, and Memmy could only crawl on all fours, in fact she felt that it was a god-given miracle that she had been able to hold on until now, and Berdwin's face was as pale as the bats, he had lost too much blood and was tormented. Running all the way here, so far there has been no chance to rest, Kerry looked fine, but only "looked" okay. Glenn's pocket was carried by Cremar, who also carried the elven bow.

The woods sank right behind them.

They rested in a small clearing, Cremar turning his pockets upside down, the scarlet powder already cureasing. They were a little knotted and distorted by the squeezing of the pockets—and Memmy leaned against Baldwin, frowning. "Will they ever go back to their original form?" she asked quietly, "What if......" she pursed her lips, "If, I didn't mean it, but ...... I'm just assuming that if it's a little less, after all, we're all in a hurry, will he be missing something?"

Cremar looked at the pile wordlessly, and to be honest, it looked worse than the melt monster, and he remembered how scrambling they were when they found out that Gülen was turning into powder, and the spirit of the other world swore he hadn't thought about it - fortunately he had had had time to interrupt the spell, otherwise he wouldn't have known how to get the scattered powder back in an empty cavern- And he, and Kerryben, had barely missed any of the powder when they grabbed it and stuffed it into the bag, and he didn't know if he had lost one of Gülen's little fingers or front teeth.

Mamemy didn't speak anymore, just stared at the change in the powder, she did think about doing something while the caster and Kerry were busy cleaning up the powder, but she was too exhausted to guarantee that the little tricks she was playing with would not be discovered, to the caster and the elves, she was just a near-useless giveaway, and they would definitely hate a guy who tried to kill her companions, she might be driven away, and finally she decided not to take the risk.

The wait wasn't very long, and when Gülen recovered his first dull breath, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they were fighting side by side, and even though Gülen was a dangerous and gloomy thief, they didn't want him to die for such a ridiculous reason.

"Move. The Ranger reminded, "Is there any discomfort there?"

The thief slowly stood up and made a few movements, "No problem. ”

He retrieved his clothes from the elf, then glanced at Berdwin, "You now know why I was abandoned. "He could die at any moment, turned to powder, and even if he could steal from the gods, it would be useless - the curse of the god of death would not be lifted, and every mission he accepted could fail - the guild did not need such members, and Glenn felt that he might have to thank Duke John of Norman, oh, now that he was the new king, if it weren't for his persecution, the guild would probably have sold him to a red robe.

"What do we do after that?" he asked the caster.

"Let's go back to the 'concave corner' for now," said the caster, "and we need to rest." ”

"Yes," said the elf, "we can get a good night's sleep, take a bath, and eat something." ”

"How long?"

"Two days at most. The ranger said, "We will set out early in the morning of the third day." ”

"Why don't we stay a few more days," asked Memi, who felt like she would have to recuperate for a whole month before she could recover, "You said it would take at least ten days for the royal capital order to arrive here?"

"As soon as the ceremonial ground is gone, the priest of Ilmut will rush to the nearest city to inform the temple of the incident—and the nearest city is three days on horseback. ”

"Could he have betrayed us? It was we who saved him, and his villagers. ”

"Ah," said the elf mildly, "don't tempt the heart. ”

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The thief's apprentice wanders back and forth between the Starlight River and the White Tower River, a very boring task, because his father is the leader of the White Tower's Jewelry Guild, so he knows more than the others about the situation before the White Tower and the Gray Ridge - the elves of the Gray Ridge have cut off trade with the White Tower more than a year ago, and the goods they sold before are all hoarded before, and these hoarded goods are about to be exhausted, some of which have been bought, and some of which have been sacrificed to guilds and lords.

He cursed skillfully, his father cursed them, and after he became an apprentice, his mentor and companions often cursed and mocked the long-eared rabbits.

If it weren't for the generosity of the Guild, those long ears would have been captured and sold as slaves, and their Pure Gold Mithril, Winter Honey and Lead Red, would naturally fall into the guild's skins - if it weren't for the guild's willingness to give them a chance to negotiate with them......

He grunted and kicked the stones under his feet, until a bright light forced him to look up—and he saw a boat, what a beautiful boat it was, white, with four thin wings like that of a white-fronted gull, which were spread out, lifted by the wind, and flew over the rushing and twinkling river of stars. (To be continued......)