"Your Excellency Thor, I'm just a little pharmacist, and I can't do anything to fight and kill. ”

"I'm injured and bitten, you need to treat me immediately!"

"Just use this bottle of my potion to heal and detoxify, it will be effective immediately, and the price is not expensive, and I will also accept Ao Jin......"

In the dimly lit cavern, the musketeers in front of him held torches, Thor followed, and Wilt chattered.

The musketeers walked a little farther away, and when Thor suddenly asked in a low voice:

"As far as I know, you pharmacists are very well-informed and do a lot of trading. ”

Wilt was very unhappy when he was going to sell it, but he immediately smiled when he heard this.

The thin face approached, rubbed his hands and said:

"What do you want to inquire about, but you should know what that means, right?"

Thor glanced at its movements and asked directly, "What is the Holy Spirit Sect planning?"

Wilt choked for a moment and smiled wryly: "This, I really don't have any news." ”

"To be honest, not only me, but most people don't know, and those who know the secret won't say it. ”

"Who knows?"

"As far as I know, there are only mysterious and powerful magicians. Because the Magic Association broke the news before it got into trouble. ”

"Where can I find the Magician?"

"It's hard for you, magic makes it the same as the Holy Spirit Sect, the bipolar overlord of the mysterious world, with its own circle, we are a little shrimp, and we can't find a way to squeeze our heads. ”

Wilt spoke of the magician, with a look of longing and adoration.

Then after waiting for a while, he saw that Thor seemed to be out of interest and had no intention of asking, but he couldn't hold it back.

After looking left and right with exaggerated movements, with a smug smile on his face, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"But I, Wilt, am a visionary!"

"In the five years I was a mentor, I only learned the secret method of cultivating the Dead Soul Grass, and no one knew that my real goal was the Serpentine Grass!"

Thor has some "respect" for this person.

Wasting five years of study, just for an opportunistic opportunity, Saul didn't know what to say.

"A high-level pharmacist, no worse than an ordinary magician......

Before Saul could finish speaking, Wilt was suddenly very excited:

"Your Excellency's inheritance is very ancient, and now is not the era of a thousand years ago!"

"Now the resources of the mysterious world, and even the inheritance of various systems, eight CDs are in the hands of the magician!"

"A high-level pharmacist is indeed not bad, but except for a few ancient apothecary families, other high-level potion secret recipes can only be obtained from the magician!"

"In the past thousand years, the magic has become the starry sky of the mysterious world, and other systems are just surviving under this starry sky!"

"My mentor, a great apothecary who aspires to restore ancient recipes, has not yet become a gardener of a small organization of magicians, guarding the plantation for others!"

This thin, yellow-haired middle-aged man, from the beginning of self-satisfaction, longing, excitement, to the end is only frustration, and wordless sadness.

Thor even saw a flash of water in his sunken eye sockets.

Whether it's Mayne Kolida's memories or the information that remains in the crystal nucleus.

Thor only saw the Corida family join the organization for the sake of family continuity;

Mayne was born and died for the sake of resources, abandoning conscience;

The owner of the crystal nucleus struggles in the last of his life.

In comparison, Wilt's speculative mentality and evasive attitude seem a little ridiculous!

"Bang Bang"

Gunshots rang out ahead, and the silence of the mine erupted.

Wilt's eyes flickered, and Thor was gone.

"That's a quick speed! But this man is so cautious that he doesn't reveal any origins. ”

In the depths of the mine, infected bodies that had retreated into human form, emitting a fishy stench, slowly surrounded the musketeers.

A large, unusually strong infected body jumped out from behind a large boulder with a potholed surface.

The infected, with its hind limbs shortened, its soles split into claws, its grip firmly on the stones, its muscles strong, and its thick black fur spread across its face.

Fishy wind erupted from its mouth, sending sand and rocks flying from the cave, and its arms waving like a rancid black-haired gorilla.

The figure flashed, and Thor appeared.

The mutant infected body suddenly showed a jealous expression.

"Macallan's father?"

"No, this infected body has mutated and its intelligence has also increased!"

Thor was amazed, another strange thing!

"Roar, roar!"

The mutant infected suddenly turned its head and roared at the other infected.

The other seven hyenas were infected, whining and roaring in response, and then dispersed and pounced forward!

"Fire, fire!"

A spark flashed through the dim mine, and the crisp sound of popping beans came and went.

However, the muskets in this world are far from the level of firearms in the previous life, and although the power is sufficient, the operation is somewhat cumbersome and inconvenient.

Under the command of the mutants, the seven hyena infects act like a well-trained army.

With the help of shadowy rocks and dimly lit environments, dodge and raid without fear of injury.

One of the infected people threw itself into the air and was beaten into a sieve by concentrated fire, but when the gunshots rang out, two of them instantly burst out of the shadows.

The two infecteds rushed into the line close to the ground, scurrying around frantically and not biting.

The musketeers dodged in a hurry, and the neat formation fell in the blink of an eye.

Subsequently, more infected individuals slaughtered the lone musketeer from all corners.

For a while, there was a terrible howl, and casualties began to appear.

"Tactics, damn it, it's tactics, assemble!"

The captain of the musketeers reacted and immediately shouted screams.

Thor remembered what he had heard: The Macallan family is descended from orthodox knights, and they still have a legacy of actual combat.

"What's going on, why is my potion ineffective?"

Wilt ran over panting, and immediately glared at the sight of this.

"That night, I used this potion to drive them away. ”

Wilt's words caused Saul's distraction for a moment.

At this moment, the mutant who had been confronting Thor pushed his huge body up in an instant like a spring with his lower limbs.

Above the mine there are hanging stone pillars, uneven and convex rock formations, and the mutants turn in a few of them, carrying a terrifying majesty, and swoop down.

The top of his head was shrouded in a huge black shadow, and Wilt next to him was so frightened that his legs and feet were weak, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, a boot reached out from his side and kicked him on the waist.

Wilt screamed and flew out, just out of the mutant's envelope.

Naturally, it was Thor's foot, because this person was still useful.

With this delay, the black shadow slammed into Thor.

"Roar!"

The mutant threw up his head and roared, letting off steam.

"Mr. Eglari, what a terrible scream. ”

A joking voice sounded beneath him.

The mutant shook his throat and choked back with a roar, a clear anthropomorphic expression on his black-haired face.

Thor parted his feet one after the other, sinking into the weathered rocky ground, his back slightly bowed, and he carried the mutant on his shoulder.

Blood-colored lines flickered across his skin, and Thor exhaled, his body jerking up.

Click, the force passed into the ground, the rock cracked again, and the huge mutant was thrown out!

"Boom"

A massive black shadow streaked across the mine, smashing into the center of the battle.

The stone pillars hanging from the roof of the cave were broken, and a rain of rubble fell, and the stones on the ground were smashed and flew in all directions.

In the distance, Wilt was dumbfounded.

The infected and musketeers of the battle are also eerily quiet.