He looked at Wang Yong, who was approaching on a wildebeest, and felt an inexplicable doubt, there was no wizard-level fluctuation on his body, even a wizard apprentice might not be, but what was that instinctive sense of threat.

"Is it a spirit?" Leslie had some doubts in her mind.

He didn't care so much, the red mark on the back of his right hand flashed, and an invisible ripple flashed.

Now Wang Yong saw clearly, it was a red scorpion pattern.

This wizard has obviously integrated the blood of the Scorpion Maiden into his bloodline, which can make people instantly enter a stagnation or illusion, and then be slaughtered by others.

But the spiritual impact of a wizard of this level was obviously of no use to Wang Yong, and his vision could see this invisible ripple in the air.

Before Leslie could swing his dagger, Wang Yong's right hand moved, and the ebony wand passed by.

Leslie didn't move, facing the flowing rain, and rushed down.

A reddish translucent mass was pulled out by Wang Yong.

The mass twisted in the air, turning into Leslie's appearance, and his face was extremely distorted.

In the air, the whole person seems to be transformed into another form.

The Great Wizard of the Wizarding World may be far inferior to the Wizarding World, but he may be better than here in the research and spread of spirits.

Wang Yong conjured a vial out of thin air and stuffed Leslie's soul into it.

Then with another wave of the wand, Leslie's corpse appeared in mid-air, and with a shake, various objects appeared.

Some potions, some paper rolls, and a couple of strange weapons, and some magic crystals and magic crystal cards.

A little bit of the scorpion girl's blood was also drawn out by him.

A ring on the index finger is tattooed with something different on it. It is presumably the Byronic language spoken on the West Coast.

He turned around again and searched the dead knight and the silver-armored knight. The harvest is still there - some magic crystal cards.

A tome of books, and a small piece of white stone, just like ordinary fluorite, but with a small line on it - the hand of Yuan Neng. There is a badge of the Hand of Elemental Power on it.

Wang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, with this thing, he had the opportunity to enter the organizational learning. Otherwise, it will be difficult to have a chance.

If it weren't for this group of people, he would have had to resort to some other means. His own strength here is at least at the level of a fourth-level dawn wizard, and there is no need to go to the point of embarrassing himself.

Wang Yong looked into the distance, squinted his eyes, and shrunk his whole person, looking like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

These days, he's slowing down and researching the resources at hand.

He didn't dare to do the thing of fusing souls at all, and through the analysis of Leslie's soul, he finally learned the common language of the West Coast, Byron.

Through the study and comparison of Byronic and Median, Wang Yong discovered the strangeness of these two languages, although these two languages are already several common languages in the wizarding world, but not only because he is an outsider, he always feels that this language contains indescribable magic.

Language directly related to magic.

In the dark night, Wang Yong set up a small tent in the wilderness, which looked like an ordinary small dirt slope from the outside.

He lit a candle made of animal fat.

Look at the cover of the book.

The cover of the book is not leather, but a book made of similar limestone. It has a white canine tooth pattern on it.

It's very simple, as if it was rubbed straight from some tombstone.

Wang Yong turned the first page.

There is a sentence written on it - what you see, what you dream.

It's very simple and engraved on it.

Wang Yong let go of his heart.

The pages in front of me snapped in the air, all cut from fine stone blades.

The grease candle flickered and then went out.

His eyes flashed blankly.

The book flipped wildly, exploding into several pieces in the air.

The pages of the book fluttered in the air, like patches of blue-gray throwing knives.

"You're not from our White Fang Castle, you can't peep into ......," the shrill voice echoed in the air.

But all of a sudden, it exploded.

The shadow of a silver-armored boy suddenly appeared in the books.

He looked at Wang Yong with indifferent and hateful eyes, but suddenly he also twisted in the air a few times like a black and white TV with an unclear signal, and disappeared.

At this time, Wang Yong seemed to be unaware of all this in the outside world.

His whole being seemed to be immersed in something.

He looks through the sky like a watercolor painting.

Light blue, dark blue and the golden red of the setting sun, towards the infinite eyes in the distance.

I looked down on the sky like a giant.

It is a beautiful castle perched on a mountain cliff.

It is a castle near the coast.

Under the rendering of the setting sun, it is covered with a beautiful color of golden red.

But the scene was not rosy at this time.

Countless black-robed wizards are slaughtering here. Green, black, and red glow shone brightly, and poisonous mist and vines filled the air. The black monsters are fighting in the sky.

"Mom! I'm going to defend the White Fang Castle with you! A young man in silver armor shouted.

"No, run! Run! Huygens, you are the hope for the future of the family! A woman in a white robe shouted.

Huygens was in endless pain, why, why he used to be obsessed with the power of knights, obsessed with swordsmanship, and did not strive to improve in the way of wizards.

But this is also his wishful thinking, how strong can a child be even if he tries to practice witchcraft?

The mother turned around and joined the wizard's war.

Huygens lowered his head, as if to take it all to his mind.

Then he turned his head and fled towards the empty boat that was waiting for him, only in the middle, only in the middle, it was possible to resist the presence of Ram's answer.

Only.

Only......

The escape of the airship is quick, coupled with the escort of the family wizard.

Soon after, the crystal clenched tightly in his hand shattered.

A scene came from the dark red light curtain - a woman in white was directly torn apart by the giant claws of a harpy in the air. The entire body was crushed into pieces in the air.

"No!" Huygens shouted, heading into the airship.

……

The picture suddenly cracked.

Outside, the gray shard-like pages of the book were scattered on the ground.

Wang Yong's mind was still fluctuating just now, but at this time, he suddenly calmed down.

At this moment he came to a sea where the moon hung high, and he himself floated in the air.

In the night sky was a large, bright moon, casting a clear light in the sky.

The air is the freshness of a sea of night.

Next to it is a very high mountain cliff.

I'm just swimming in the night sky.

The waves nudged like eternity.

There seems to be someone next to me who is with him.

"What you see, what you dream ......"

Remember?

Remember?

……

It's like a dream from afar.

Wang Yong woke up.

The tent was opened as if someone had come in.

The rain had stopped, and the bright light was scattered through the clouds.

The water is still flowing.

Wang Yong's face was also illuminated by the light of the early morning.

Remember?

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