"Boom".

With a clear goal, Owen's broken body burst out of Power Six so much more that even the rocky walls of the shadow plane couldn't withstand the continuous attacks of the thin claws, so it only took a few seconds. The bare rocky hill was dug out by the old mage through a huge hole, and the "Inscription Sage", covered in blood and dust, also jumped out of the hole?

"Soup...... It's my favorite vegetable soup............ I knew you were the best for me, Mentor............"

Immersed in the memories of his childhood, Owen no longer has any reason or ability to think, and now the only thoughts that fill his mind are to pursue this sudden delicacy, and then drink the coveted soup in his mouth, and completely forget his status as a legendary powerhouse, while muttering childlike words, and carefully discerning every smell in the air like a hungry beast............

Soon, he found the source of the delicious taste that went deep into his soul.

"Bang"!

Even if he was weak and seriously injured, the legend was still a legend, the old mage just jumped in place hard, and his body immediately rushed into a jungle of white trees like a cannonball, and the swept air emitted a terrible whimpering sound, and several straight white trees were torn to pieces by the rampaging old man, and now there was no concept of "dodging" in Owen's mind, he would only rush to his "prey" in a pure straight line.

And along the way of the old mage, both the hard rocks and the tall white trees were destined to be smashed into pieces and scattered.

"Vegetable soup...... Vegetable soup ...... Vegetable soup ...... Mentor, I've been separated from you for a long time, and Owen misses you so much............

The dry claws scratched the space, and the big tears flowed down the old face, in the hazy hallucination, the legendary powerhouse who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years once again recalled the memory that he cherished in his heart, at this moment the "inscription sage" is just a helpless little boy, the "food" he is looking for is not only a fresh soup, but also the most beautiful thing and life course that he has ever had in his heart.

Speaking of which, Owen's childhood mentor was just a trainee-level mage girl, she had already lost her life due to the exhaustion of her lifespan, and I am afraid that the unknown apprentice-level girl never thought that the apprentice she taught would become a legendary powerhouse in the future.

But for the "Inscription Sage", the "big sister" who was really good to him and accompanied him through the most carefree and perfect childhood will always be the "mentor" he remembers and respects, the synonym for the best things in his life, and the most unforgettable joyful memories in the depths of his soul.

It is precisely because of this that Owen, who was in the hallucination and felt this memory again, could not resist the instinctive urge to pursue the beautiful............

So, walking through the woodland, letting the broken plants and sand lap against his emaciated body, Owen's eyes turned red when he saw a little rabbit in orange soup, and he cried out as he fell into the memory and pounced viciously at the little rabbit who was quietly staying in the snow-white grass.

Blood and tears from the tears and tears of the wounds gave the meadows of the Shadow World a new color, and the embarrassed old mage fell into a pit of earth.

"Boom"!

After a dark cloud of sand and dust flew, the unkempt Owen caught nothing......

"Twitter".

The lively soup bunny let out a mocking and seductive cry, and then dodged Owen's pounce with a light jump.

The poor "Inscription Sage" is a pure spellcaster after all, he has lost the ability to think, and he does not have any warrior level and combat experience, he can't even do the most basic physical power control, even if the intelligence and action speed of the soup rabbit are completely on the table at the legendary level, but ...... Owen still couldn't capture the delicacy that was close at hand.

"Tweet, tweet".

According to the punk setting, the soup rabbit will not leave immediately when it sees a humanoid creature that is too fast, it will be very desperate to jump around in an area to lure the creature to keep chasing, and then wait for the "hunter" who received the notification to rush over, so now seeing the snot and tears of the old mage staggering to his feet, the soup rabbit even jumped in place twice excitedly, and its cry became more obvious and louder.

"Vegetables...... Vegetable soup, Mentor, did you add new spices to the soup? it smells even more delicious............

Feeling the soul-soaked scent of the magic soup up close, Owen's dry eyes filled with bitter tears again, and he found the source of the "chirp" sound and delicious smell in a daze, and then pounced on the little rabbit again while muttering to himself in the voice of a little boy............

"Vegetable soup...... My favorite drink is vegetable soup......"

"Boom"!

"Twitter, twitter, twitter"!

"No...... Don't leave me...... I've memorized the words on the fourth list...... Mentor, please check it out............"

"Boom"

"Twitter~~"

“...... Ake, Roth, Ankaso...... No, it's a special mention...... I can't remember ............."

"Bang"!

Because he has not been able to catch the light and flexible soup rabbit, Owen's emotions have become more and more anxious and out of control, and his movements have become more and more chaotic and unorganized, but the old mage, who has no ability to cast spells and has been jumping around from beginning to end, will simply say a few words of "nonsense" and then jump over at the little rabbit, under such a clumsy capture action, of course he can't catch anything except a handful of dirty dust............

Even until the two astringent figures reached the edge of the woodland silently, the poor old mage was still "fighting wits and courage" with a little rabbit in fresh soup in vain.

“............”

"Really...... Can you really seduce Owen? Can the so-called conspiracy be successful to such an extent in these years?"

It was a voice of surprise and disbelief, and although the pompous tone still seemed improper, the deep jealousy in it was already obvious.

"The power of knowledge is far more powerful than the so-called intrigues! it is not inferior at all."

It was a cold, deep voice, and its emotionless tone sounded like a cold wind blowing through the gloomy jungle.

And with this sentence ending calmly, a giant hand blooming with fluorescent blue brilliance also grabbed the "Inscription Sage" who fell into the dust at a speed that surpassed the thunder.

There is no doubt that Owen's capture of the Soup Rabbit is coming to an end, as two real hunters have quietly descended under the shadows............