There is no doubt that the "weirdo" who is kneeling on the ground and desperately choking his neck is the unlucky legendary mage Owen, but the current "Inscription Sage" is no longer as personable as before, because he has been living in the white forest of this shadow plane for more than two years.

After living as a beast for so long, the old mage was now almost entirely covered in scabbed blood and stains, and the once silver whisker and hair had become a dirty rag that was now congealed - even Owen himself had to admit that his appearance was no longer just dirty, disgusting was more suitable for this tattered body.

It's just that the old mage at this time obviously didn't care about the mood and qualifications of the influence of appearance, because the injuries to his soul were much more serious than the mutilation and filth of his body.

The lethality of the Morning Star spell is undoubtedly very powerful, although Owen has stacked several layers of magic protection on himself before being hit by Babon's heavy hammer, but the attack that is completely higher by one level still makes the "Inscription Sage" suffer a huge blow on the spot, and the power of the law integrated into his flesh and soul is like a maggot attached to the bone to expand the wound and prevent the recovery of the injury.

And after being traumatized like this, he actually held on to the potential of squeezing his soul and released a legendary-level spell that could only be described by a miracle even if he successfully cast a spell, and even forcibly endured the huge pressure of the law brought by "Mioni's ultra-long-distance random teleportation technique".

Outcome...... This combination of severe injuries and "self-harm" terrifying damage finally exceeded the tolerance limit of a level 27 legendary professional, and by the time he dragged a large piece of body that had been damaged during the teleportation process to the shadow plane, the old mage's soul had already entered a state of crisis on the verge of collapse.

In such a state of soul, not to mention using legendary spells or using magic powers, it is difficult for Owen to maintain even basic sanity and thinking, at least in the more than two years that he has been wandering in the Andokla Forest recently, the time for the Inscription Sage to get away with it is not even more than a minute in a day, and most of the time, this old mage with a tattered soul is just acting on instinct like a beast without wisdom.

Even with the rare time of sobriety, Owen, who has been pampered since he was a child, had to endure the foul smell on his body, and this uncomfortable feeling even made the old mage who was a little clean and confused thinking about death for a while.

Owen, who has been a "super genius" + "the eldest son of a great nobleman" since he was born, has never had this kind of crime in his life............

But fortunately, looking for a short view is just what he thinks when his brain is muddy, although the current Owen is equivalent to being "beaten stupid", but most of the time, his desire to survive is still very strong, and he is still looking forward to his boss "Mesour" to rescue him from this hell.

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"Phew!Phew...... What a disgusting and filthy thing this is, how long will it be before the old man will live like this"!

Taking advantage of the little time for his wisdom to finally come to his senses, he quickly spit the chewed shadow demon corpse on the dark black grass in one bite, tasting the blood of the shadow creature that filled his mouth with a strange taste, and Owen even painfully buckled the torn nails into the palm of his hand.

His predation on those poor shadow demons was only driven by pure instinct that had no wisdom to speak of, after all, beasts always tended to prey on those seemingly weak animals when they were injured to help the body recover faster, although a legendary powerhouse could not recover the wounds caused by the morning star spell even if he ate more "small animals", but the "instinct" without wisdom did not understand this truth............

And this ignorant "instinct" is also the most painful part of the old mage.

You know, the body of the shadow demon is not delicious at all, the flesh and blood of these little goblins contain a large amount of formal-level poison, and their hearts can also breed seeds that carry the "Shadow Thorn" fungus and then "cursed" creatures, although these formal-level "small means" are far from hurting the "Inscription Sage" as a legendary professional, but the disgusting taste of eating raw meat will still make the vast majority of humans can't help but feel nauseous.

Owen was now disgusted by the lump of raw meat in his mouth.

"Oh my God! How long has it been? a month, a year, or a hundred, why...... Why didn't Mesurle come to save me? How dare he not come to save me? Wasn't he afraid that I would tell everything if I was caught? He didn't dare...... He won't dare"!

Listening to the creaking sound of his broken bones rubbing against each other, the "Inscription Sage", whose pupils began to dilate again, staggered up on the black grass.

Due to the intermittent nature of his thoughts, Owen had no way to accurately judge time, and in his soul perception, which had lost a lot of functions, time seemed to be in a chaotic state of random change at any time.

Although he knew that his enemy would never give up, and he knew that if possible, Mesul would definitely find a way to rescue him, a precious legendary combat force who knew a lot of information, but now Owen still couldn't feel at ease, because he didn't know how long he had been on the run, and he couldn't tell if his enemy or "reinforcements" had just set off or were halfway through............

This feeling of anticipation, fear, and worry almost drove the already unconscious fugitives crazy.

"Someone will come to my rescue...... Definitely...... I am the ruler of the Imperial Kingdom of Cabordo, the "Inscription Sage" with the magic tower, I ...... I can't just fall like this............ No way! That's right...... I'll have to find a place to hide before Mesour arrives, so it's too conspicuous to hunt intelligent creatures, and the whispering mage might chase after me, I'...... I...... Ahh

Although he thinks at a speed that is not as fast as that of ordinary people, Owen's sanity still does not last forever.

Before he could put his rare cautious thoughts into action, a sudden sharp pain continued to penetrate from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, the distorted old mage's body fell to the ground uncoincidentally, and a beastly howl of pain erupted from his mouth, and the light of wisdom in his blood-red eyes quickly disappeared in the tide of madness.

Unfortunately, Owen's sanity still didn't last more than a minute today............