The two mages immediately obediently stepped forward and held Asapov's hands and feet.

Zhou Yang raised his hand and touched Asapov's stomach, took out something, but took out his gall, and then threw it into the bucket, stretched it out and grabbed it again, and threw it away, just like picking up vegetables.

As soon as the internal organs were thrown into the bucket, the well water began to turn as if it had been boiled, and there was a loud sound of green smoke.

Asapov already had a breath left, so he could only hum there, and when Zhou Yang tossed him like this, he began to scream again, screaming heartbreakingly.

The mages around him turned pale when they saw each other.

The mage couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily, "I will never allow you to abuse Master Asapov like this. As soon as he waved the staff in his hand, the red light flashed on his body, and a huge black bear jumped out.

The black bear roared and rushed towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang shook his body slightly, the black bear was too violently castrated, and he rushed to the ground all of a sudden, and it was falling on Asapov's body, hundreds of catties of body pressed up, blood splashed everywhere, and all the internal organs flew out, on the ground, on the stretcher, and on the surrounding mages, everywhere.

Asapov snorted, screaming and the decibel level directly multiplied several times.

The mage who summoned the black bear turned pale with fright, and was at a loss for a moment.

Hei Neng turned around and wanted to bite Zhou Yang again.

Zhou Yang grabbed the bear's head, threw it back to the mage, and shouted at the mage next to him: "If you don't want him to die, quickly pick up everything and throw it in the bucket, nothing can be missing!" ”

This voice woke up all the stunned mages, and they picked up their internal organs all over the ground without thinking.

The so-called large number of people has great strength, and after a short period of time, all the parts that flew out were picked up into the bucket.

Now Asapov's body is left with an empty skin.

It stands to reason that people should have died a long time ago, and even a mage could not live like this.

But Asapov was still screaming and screaming, and the more he screamed, the louder the movement became.

This made the mages who were in a state of blindfold a little more confident, and they didn't dare to disturb Zhou Yang for a while, just watched from the side.

Zhou Yang looked at the water in the bucket, and whenever the splash weakened, he immediately burned another talisman and sprinkled the talisman ash into the bucket, and the water in the bucket immediately churned violently again.

It looks like you're adding condiments to a soup.

After boiling for more than ten minutes, although the water was still boiling, there was no green smoke coming out, and there was no sizzling sound.

Zhou Yang simply lifted the bucket, and even poured the water hose and internal organs into Asa Bo's body, and the water flowed out along the mouth.

"Cast a spell, heal!"

Zhou Yang pulled the two sides of the wound together and shouted at the mage on the side.

The surrounding mages, all who could heal and restore spells, all raised their staffs and chanted spells.

Circles of white light enveloped Asapov's body.

The wound heals quickly and gets smaller and smaller.

The water in her stomach gushed out like a fountain, and when the wound was completely healed, it did not run out, so that Asabo's belly swelled as if she were ten months pregnant.

Seeing that the wound is all healed, according to the normal casting procedure, it is time to stop casting.

But with what happened before, the mages didn't dare to stop, and looked at Zhou Yang in unison.

When Zhou Yang said that it could be stopped, they accepted the spell.

The white light disappears.

This time, the wound did not reappear, but Asapov lay quietly on the bed, motionless, not angry at all.

He was still screaming just now, but after the internal organs were poured back into his body, he immediately stopped moving.

The mages waited for a while, and then they lost their patience.

"It's all tossed like that, how can it be alive?"

"It's clearly teasing us."

"The master will suffer this kind of torture before he dies, it is absolutely intolerable!"

"We want to avenge the master, and I will fight him."

"Calm down, wait a while, do it now, we can't beat him, the bear spirit summoned by Vidasky just now can't deal with him."

"What are you afraid of, everyone is rushing up, can he still beat so many of us."

The mages became more and more angry, staring at Zhou Yang with unkind expressions, and slowly gathered towards him, and some people had already begun to whisper spells and prepare for casting spells.

Zhou Yang frowned and looked at Asapov, as if he had not seen the hostility around him.

Finally, there was a mage who couldn't help it, he just recited the spell in advance, he thought that everyone would rush up, who knew that when he finished reciting the spell, the mana was full, and it reached the point where it was indispensable, and still no one made a move, so he immediately raised his staff and fired a fireball at Zhou Yang.

The fireball technique is one of the basic spells of Western mages, just like domestic mages, regardless of whether they are Taoist monks or laymen, everyone can swipe a few times like a decent Wang Baquan, which belongs to the foundation of their own cultivation.

Western mages learn spells, pay attention to the induction of mana elements, the five basic elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the easiest to perceive is the fire element, so when the major mages organize and teach apprentices, they generally start with the induction of fire element, and the most basic method is the fireball technique.

So now when you go to a standardized wizard school to visit, you can see the newly enrolled wizard apprentices sitting in the classroom with the simplest basic staff in their hands and rubbing vigorously, the fast progress is already on fire on the head of the staff, the slower ones are smoking, and the worst ones, the hands are rubbing off the skin and can't rub the hairs, if they can't rub it out for three months, they will be considered to have no magic talent and will be forced to drop out of school.

As the spell becomes more sophisticated, the faster and more powerful the fireball will be.

There was a war that lasted for thirty years in the European mage world, at that time, in order to ensure the number of wizards in the war, there was a period of time when both sides of the war only taught the fireball technique, which was a spell to strengthen the training of firing speed and firing intensity, and the strongest apprentice at that time could launch hundreds of fireballs in a minute, each fireball was the size of a basin, known as human rocket artillery, and it could cover an area of firepower alone.

However, if you only practice the Fireball Technique, no matter how profound your cultivation is, you can only be a mage apprentice, and you can't advance to a real mage.

The mage in front of him who cast the fireball technique prepared for five minutes to launch this fireball, and the fireball was only the size of a fist, which was the standard apprentice level, although he was dressed decently in the black robe of a beginner mage, but this spell level could not deceive people.

Zhou Yang didn't move.

The fireball hit him, and instead of exploding, it ricocheted inwards and smashed right on Asapov's body.

The fireball shattered, and the flames suddenly spread across Asapov's body, and the whole person immediately burned brightly.

This fireball was like a signal, and all the mages raised their staffs one after another, and all kinds of spells were whirring, and more than half of them were fireball spells.

Zhou Yang looked at it like this, at least ninety percent of the people in this camp were apprentices, even pretending to be mages in black robes.

No wonder as soon as Asapov fell just now, the entire camp immediately panicked, and there was no ability to respond at all.

If you think about it this way, Asapov, the gold-rimmed white robe, will probably have a question mark.

This level of spell is not even an itch for Zhou Yang.

He looked at the flames on Asapov's body in a tangled manner, considering whether to put out the fire first, or just melt it for him.

The spell on the connection table doesn't seem to be very reliable, although Asapov won't live long from the situation just now, but killing people with his own hands still makes Zhou Yang feel uneasy, especially before he died.

While he was pondering, Asapov suddenly jumped up from the stretcher and screamed: "Ahhhh......h

While screaming, he hurriedly extinguished the flames on his body.

Asapov suddenly exploded his body, startling the imposter mages who were attacking, and they quickly stopped attacking.

But the spells that were fired couldn't be recovered.

So Asapov extinguished the flames on his body, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a bunch of large and small fireballs, ice arrows, and all kinds of light falling on Zhou Yang like raindrops, exploding like fireworks, splashing in all directions, dazzling and gorgeous, but it was very beautiful.

"Stop, stop it."

Although the imposters had stopped, Asapov still let out a loud shout.

After shouting, he hurriedly trotted in front of Zhou Yang and bowed deeply, "Master, Ariero. Ariel Rochi. Asapov salutes you and thanks you for your help. ”

As soon as he bent over, he heard the sound of water in his stomach, which almost made him fall to the ground.

Zhou Yang waved his hand and asked, "How are you feeling now?" ”

Asapov touched his chest and abdomen, and shook his belly with constant watering, "It feels very good, but it's a little panicked." ”

Zhou Yang asked again: "Does it have any effect on spell casting?" ”

Asapov retrieved his staff from the ground, brandished it and cast a spell, and the tattered gold-rimmed white robe on his body became clean again, but the hole or something could not be recovered.

Zhou Yang asked, "You're not a Phnom Penh wizard, are you?" ”

Asapov said with some embarrassment: "I was promoted to the white robe just now, this Phnom Penh, cough, it is bluffing, mainly to scare those mages from Western Europe, they don't know much about the situation in our Russia, with this Phnom Penh white robe, they don't dare to be so arrogant." ”

Zhou Yang was a little strange: "Here are mages from Western Europe?" ”

"It's just that Western Europe, Millican, Africa, Asia, all the mages from all over the world have them, but their respective camps are far apart, we are landlords, we came relatively early, and we occupied this best place, and other mages are forgotten, and the guys from Western Europe are not very convinced, always thinking about wanting to occupy our place, our god is still in Moscow and has not come, and the powerful mages on our side are in Moscow, I have no choice but to disguise."

After Asapov finished explaining, he immediately changed the subject, "Master, you are also here to catch strange beasts?" ”

"Alien beasts? The kind of thing that just came out? Zhou Yang looked back at the dense forest of the Death Realm, and he really couldn't associate that kind of monster with any strange beast.

"No, no, that is the guardian of the realm of death, the Nightmare of Shadows, a monster that is not in the world. It is said that there is an entrance to the Demon Realm in the realm of death, and these monsters all run to the world from that entrance. But that kind of thing can't do without the realm of death, and at most it can only rush out and hurt people on the edge. I'm talking about alien beasts, ahem, haven't you heard of it? This one, it's quite special, that, an animal, has recently been haunted near the realm of death, and someone has taken a picture, and everyone wants to catch this strange beast......"

Asapov reacted suddenly, and he didn't want to go into details.

Zhou Yang smiled: "Show me the photo." I'm not interested in strange beasts, you don't have to worry about me robbing you, not to mention that if I rob you, you won't be able to rob me. ”

There was a mage next to him who was not happy, and interjected: "Don't be too self-righteous, our gods are mainly here, how can you people be rampant, cough, catch strange beasts, our god lord stretches out his hand, and the strange beast has to bow his head and obey." ”

"That's enough, Alyosha, go help and save the others if it's okay, don't intervene here." Asapov turned his head and said apologetically to Zhou Yang, "Master, don't be surprised, don't look at him in a black robe, but in fact he is just an apprentice and has no knowledge. ”

"You worship your god. Is he a great mage? Zhou Yang naturally didn't bother with an apprentice, but he could also see that whether it was Asapov or the junior apprentice just now, when mentioning their god master, they couldn't help but show a respectful attitude, and this respect was definitely from the heart, so even if the god master was not here, he would unconsciously stand up straight and use honorifics when he mentioned it.

"Our god is not a mage, but a true god." Asapov said solemnly, "She is not like us, she is in charge of the real theocracy. ”

"A true god?" Zhou Yang was a little disapproving, "Where is the real god in the world?" ”

For the gods in the world, they are all in the only realm, whether it is the ten great families, or the emperor's blood, or even those monsters who wander on the time branch, they can be called gods, real gods.

No matter how strong the gods of the world are, can they still be stronger than the Elantra?

"Master, you must not be disrespectful to the Divine Lord, although the Divine Lord will not care about you, but as believers, we will never allow it."

Asapov looked a little displeased.

Zhou Yang didn't want to dwell on this kind of thing, so he said: "Okay, I won't blaspheme your god, you must have the picture of that strange beast, bring it to me." I just want to know what kind of beast it is that can attract so many mages to covet it. In exchange, I can help you heal all your injured companions. ”

The monster had just rushed in and wreaked havoc, injuring more than twenty people, and was now lying on one side of the camp, moaning and wailing.

After hesitating for a moment, Asapov took out the photo and handed it to Zhou Yang.

(End of chapter)