However, without taking a few steps, Iruka stopped, turned around, and returned to his original position.

Looking at the corpse of the green wolf on the ground, Iruka was silent, the inexplicable magic fluctuations made him feel uneasy, what he had just confirmed was still not enough.

The fireball appeared in Iruka's hand, quietly releasing its own heat and light, and the magic power did not stop supplying because of its appearance, but the amount of input became more and faster.

The color of the fireball gradually changed from red to white, and the light became more and more intense, even if it was a hundred meters away, it already felt dazzling.

"It's amazing magic. The picture was a little surprised, the eyes of the person stabbed by the ball of light a hundred meters away hurt, even if he closed his eyes, it was useless, only when he turned around, he felt better.

The ball of light left Iruka's hand and flew towards the corpse of the green wolf, and when it came to the corpse of the green wolf, it slowly fell downward, even if it was not touched, the blood-stained green wolf hair began to burn, and finally began to burn with a bang.

The fireball was still falling steadily.

Click...

A slight cracking sound resounded over the green wolf's body.

Shattered, it was the head of the green wolf.

Iruka's expression became solemn, and it was clear that, as guessed, that special magic really didn't come from the green wolf.

The fireball changed its previous slowness, and it rushed towards the head of the green wolf, perhaps without even blinking an eye, and the two sides touched.

The green wolf's head resembles an oil painting, and it begins to melt the moment the fireball touches it.

Zilazila......

A touch of black appeared below the ball of light, and in the black, something like a tentacle stretched out, spreading along the ball of light, with a fast speed, covering all the fireballs when they appeared.

The fireball suddenly changed from white to black, and the fireball that became black was shrinking, and Iruka's complexion changed slightly, and the magic inside the fireball, as if it had found a gap, was rapidly dissipating. Iruka wanted to make the orb explode, but he couldn't control it at the moment.

When all the magic in the fireball was absorbed, the black creature was no longer oddly shaped because of the fireball, and it revealed its full appearance, a black, octopus-like soft creature.

It landed on the ground, looking at Iruka with compound eyes.

Iruka was also looking at it, this was a magical beast, there was no doubt about it, the flash of magic that he felt before was the same as the one it was exuding at the moment.

But even after meeting the owner of the magic, Iruka couldn't tell what the octopus-looking creature was.

Water-based Warcraft?

Iruka was a little unsure, he had seen a lot of parasitic monsters, they were often weak, and the way of parasitism was not so weird.

Suddenly, Iruka remembered something, it was a very old illustrated book, not in the Mercenary Guild, but in the hand-drawn hand of his mentor.

As soon as I think about it, the memory becomes vivid.

This octopus-like thing, perhaps, is a nightmare.

Among the Warcraft, the Nightmare is a very special existence, its strength is not strong, and it can even be said that it does not have any means of attack.

But.

Nightmares have an extremely high ability to absorb magical power, and the speed at which it absorbs magical power is several times faster than that of ordinary magical beasts.

The definition of this ordinary magical beast is a fifth-level magical beast, and as the nightmare grows, the speed of absorbing magic will increase.

If you can capture a nightmare and sign a contract with it, it will be 90,000 miles for a mage or mercenary.

The magic power of the two sides is shared, and even if you don't need to cultivate, this magic power will rise in a straight line.

Such a Warcraft, not only humans want to take possession of it, but also Warcraft itself, there have been several wars, all of which are very tragic, all for the sake of nightmares.

The number of nightmares has decreased dramatically in several wars, and Iruka vaguely remembers that his mentor had said that this kind of magical beast had been extinct thirty years ago, and he did not expect that he would actually see this magical beast here that should have completely disappeared, and it crawled out of the green wolf's brain.

This nightmare didn't run away after it came out of the green wolf's head, did it think that everyone had the same magic value and had the power to fight? If this was really a nightmare, then its bluff was the most critical reason for its arrest.

Iruka took out a transparent orb from his pocket, it was truly transparent, without any color, which made Iruka feel like he was holding air.

Iruka bounced the orb in the direction of the Nightmare, the orb was so transparent that it couldn't attract any attention at all.

But the octopus-like nightmare still quickly retreated, it retreated a little and then stopped, just staggered with the transparent orb.

Seeing that this nightmare didn't run away directly, Iruka's expression was a little playful, and he threw this bead for the purpose of not the nightmare itself, as long as it could land nearby, it would be enough.

A little spark flashed inside the ball, and in the next second, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded.

The ball exploded, and the complicated line of fire spouted out, like a gorgeous fireflower.

The gushing fire line sank into the ground, like the roots of an old tree, spreading wildly underground.

The magic power that exists in the void is everywhere around, and it is drastically reduced with the surge of the fire line, and the fire line spreads very fast, spreading out for hundreds of meters in an instant, it is so brutal, breaking through all the obstacles, the small creatures living in the ground, and the roots of the big trees are all broken by the impact.

These lines of fire lock up all the directions the Nightmare can go, and no matter which way it escapes from, it has no life unless it can fly.

The sudden change of events made the nightmare disappear, and it let out a scream, turned and began to flee.

However, the moment it chooses to intimidate, or rather be recognized by Iruka, the battle is over.

The underground fireline absorbed enough magic to pour out from the ground, and the place where the nightmare was located instantly turned into a sea of fire.

This sea of fire is gorgeous, like seaweed in the sea, swaying in the wind.

The fire line wrapped around the nightmare's body, in the nightmare's scream, all the fire lines were converging, as if everything was one, the nightmare emitted a blazing white light, these lights became stronger and stronger, when it reached a certain limit, the light suddenly disappeared, all the fire wires, turned back into a transparent ball, and disappeared with it, it was the nightmare.

The orb was transparent, but it didn't stop Iruka from finding it, walking through the mess of ground broken by the line of fire, and Iruka picked it up.

Putting the ball away, Iruka smiled, feeling very satisfied, this trip to the Warcraft Mountain Range has gained enough.

Now, Iruka was starting to think about certain things, such as how this nightmare came here, and whether he would be able to find more nightmares.

This idea came out, and Iruka laughed, this kind of magical beast has been gone for a hundred years, strictly speaking, it was only more than thirty years ago that the mage and mercenary union jointly issued a statement to completely extinguish it, there is too little information about it, and if you want to capture more, it is a whimsical thing at present.

Iruka returned to Tu and the others, looked at the four curious faces, and smiled slightly and did not explain what he had captured, which still needed to be kept secret.

But there's one thing that can be said, "I should be able to get a good night's sleep today." ”

The magic power fluctuation just now was very violent, and it could definitely make the demonic beasts below the fifth level flee wildly, and on their side, no demonic beasts dared to stay.

Even though the battle was over, the magic power in the forest was still very active, which was not conducive to the cultivation of Tu and the others.

The next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Iruka left this place with Tu and the others, and continued to walk towards the west in the Warcraft Mountain Range.

A crow landed on the trunk of a large fallen tree, and it jumped between the branches, looking for the morning dew.

Suddenly, it stopped all its movements, and a small black worm broke through the soil and came out.

The crow fluttered its wings and landed next to the black bug in an instant, its sharp beak pierced into the dirt, pinching the black bug, and with a shake, the black bug entered the abdomen.

The crow spread its wings, ready to fly high, but suddenly fell to the ground, and in just a breath, it stood up again, its black pupils turning blood-red.

Standing on the ground, the crow looked at the forest for a moment, then looked west, and with a very obvious disgust in its eyes, it flapped its wings and flew towards the east.