"Luxi—" Arte muttered, and there was an illusion of weakness in her tone, it was hard to imagine that this tearing dark elf could have such a weak side.

"Huh? What's wrong? Wang Feng glanced strangely at Athe, who was still reading.

"It's nothing, go to bed early. I'm going to Neupera tomorrow. Art hesitated, then shut up again.

I don't know why, Wang Feng always has some ominous premonitions, and it seems that Yate is still hiding some information. Wang Feng grinned, patted Gao Ge's shoulder again, walked to the open space on the side, and sat down with Autumn Leaves in his arms.

Bazin's illusion was more real than before, and the intensity was much higher, like all the people in the dream, Wang Feng was still a little resistant, and soon slowly invested in it as the scene changed.

Wang Feng, who was addicted to various battle scenes, suddenly felt that something flew in front of him, was it a stray arrow?

Almost subconsciously, Wang Feng pulled out the saber that was originally in his left hand, and then accurately stabbed the flying thing down.

"Squeak."

With a scream, Wang Feng opened his eyes and found that there was a small mouse pierced on the autumn leaves, and the broken right hand was in a very strange form, flexibly mastering the autumn leaves up and down stabbing and chopping, although it was not as good as the complete left hand, but some basic knife styles could already be used.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and blessings and misfortunes depend on them." Wang Feng looked at the corpse of the rat with an unkind face, and then wiped the blood on the mouse corpse with his abnormal ghost hand, and then involuntarily licked his right hand. Although this illusion solved the problem of Wang Feng's crippled left hand, it was obvious that without the suppression of the inflatable short rod, Bazin's erosive effect became more and more obvious. "Drink to quench your thirst, I don't know how long the 30-day period is? If this continues, will he kill all his companions in his dreams? ”

The campfire was about to go out, so the cave rats dared to pass by them. Wang Feng threw some wood into the bonfire again, and the sudden bright light of the fire made Wang Feng's eyelids see the reflection of Yat's eyes.

"Haven't slept yet?" Wang Feng stepped on the corpse of the rat with his foot with some awkwardness, and then pulled the knife off the corpse.

"Well, the dark elves don't like to sleep at night in the first place, and keeping the night out is just to keep up with the rhythm of the group." Art was a little surprised, "Your hands are good?" ”

"How long has it been since you slept?" Wang Feng frowned, even a dark elf could not survive without resting at all. "No way, if you don't pull out those broken bones, you might be more flexible."

"The damage of broken bones is too great, so if you lose some combat power, you will lose it. I've just seen something interesting, maybe that Demon Realm man really has the ability to make a good leg and foot replacement. Art lifted the book in his hand, "These people from the Demon Realm are amazing. ”

"How?" Wang Feng also came, and his combat power was reduced by half without a leg? If the leg can be repaired, it may be more meaningful than being able to hold a sword.

"Look at this." Art flipped through a place with a clear fold, "This is the technique that Isilian said was used to transform the dark elves, the meaning is unknown, but I think this page is a summoning chapter." There are also some old foldouts, most of which are about transformation, creation and the like, and it seems that the people of the Demon World are quite keen on creation. ”

"Wait." Wang Feng stopped Yat's page-turning, "It seems that someone has torn it off here." ”

"Yes, there are broken pages left." Art nodded, "This thing called the Ancient Magic Book is very tenacious, and I don't know who would intentionally destroy it." ”

"What's in it?"

"Life Creates."

"You just said the book is hard to destroy?"

"Yes, not even the creases of the older ones, and I suspect the material has a restorative effect. But it's very strange, this book is obviously extremely resistant to any element, how can it be selectively repaired? ”

"Demon Technology, are you more serious about it?" Wang Feng eagerly pulled out the autumn leaves, "Chop? ”

"No, it's not our thing, what if it is destroyed?"

"Even if you cut it, if you can destroy it, I will lose." A playful Lolita voice sounded from behind Wang Feng, "You think you're an apostle." ”

"You didn't sleep either..."Wang Feng, who was arrested, said embarrassedly with a knife.

"I haven't slept since I was born, I'm used to it." Isilion sighed, "It turns out that goblins have a natural affection for the people of the Demon Realm, and that fool is really fun." ”

Wang Feng wiped a handful of sweat, and mourned for Gao Ge, who was still asleep, and the night made Isilion reveal his true character, this thing is obviously not stupid and sweet, so the guy who snoozes generally does not end well.

"Then don't try." Wang put away the knife with interest, "Since this book is so powerful, how did it break?" ”

"It's as if Lord Heard ripped off all the parts about the creation of life. But it's just a legend, and Master Heard hasn't confirmed it. ”

"Life creates? Is your demon realm already capable of making life? Wang Feng was shocked, if he could control it in life, it would not be an exaggeration to call the Demon Realm China's Yama Palace.

"Historically, it is achievable to make life, but rigorously speaking, there is no such thing as making life. Even Bakar, who insisted on studying the taboo of life in disregard of the convention, created only elemental life, and I have never heard anyone do it to create a soul, and we have not even been able to solve the problem of reuniting the soul with the body. ”

"Is there a gap between elemental life and soul?"

"Ah, yes." Isilian swung his wooden spear, and a small ball of fire appeared on the tip of the spear, and was tossed to the ground, before smiling at Art, "Necromancer, it's your turn." ”

Seeing this, Arte took out his staff and released a soul as well, right next to the small fireball.

"That's the difference between elemental life and soul." Isilion looked at the two balls on the ground with satisfaction, and Arte nodded thoughtfully, but Wang looked at the fireballs, then at the soul, and then at the two mages with a confused expression.

"It's pitiful to be mentally retarded," said Isilian with a poisonous tongue. Elemental self-destruct. ”

"The soul blew itself up." Yate didn't mock Wang, but also blew himself up.

Wang Feng's eyes narrowed, he could also see the difference, the self-detonation of the fireball did not delay at all, and the soul ball trembled and resisted for a moment before it obediently exploded.

"Elemental life is just a tool, that's the knowledge of all mages. And no matter how powerful a necromancer is, he can't completely control the soul. "Ath's quiet path." What's more, elemental life has a very, very obvious weakness, which is the most fundamental reason why elemental mages are weaker than necromancers. ”

Isilien looked uneasy, but did not deny it.

Wang Feng didn't ask, the mages would definitely not expose their weaknesses, even if they were close comrades-in-arms.