In the dimly lit hall, a dark wizard with long ears stepped out of the shadow of the stone pillars in the front row, and he made such a rash suggestion that he quickly aroused the alarm of opponents of the same rank, and immediately launched a counterattack. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hindlin, you are again selling off your stumbling knowledge, which is an unproven, very dangerous new technology. According to the ancient scriptures, we should use a lot of sacrifices to refine the Philosopher's Stone in order to make His Highness completely healed and far better than before. ”

The dark wizard with elven blood snorted coldly: "Fool who eats the ancients, your philosopher's stone is a little trick to tease people, or roll into the rotten pile of old papers, look for the words of the predecessors, and continue to decorate your own façade." ”

The high-ranking dark wizard, completely enraged by Hindlin Astrology, was trying to wave his wand and teach this young man a good lesson who had recently risen in status and threatened his position.

"Enough!"

The dark magic power of Wolfgar Messing instantly swept through the dim hall, and the dark wizards hidden in the shadows of the temple pillars were suddenly frightened and did not dare to speak.

"The threat is looming, let's all go down and prepare. ”

The Dark Lord waved his hand gently, and the vast dim hall, a dozen or so dark wizards behind the four columns immediately retreated and left, obedient like tame sheep.

You know, these dangerous people are all big names on the Megatron side outside, but in front of Wolfgar Messing, who is at the apex of the dark wizard, they still dare not disobey the will of this highness.

Without the deterrence of the Black Scepter Wolfgar Messing, Tyrese the "Thor" of the Great Council of the North, would have uprooted the Dark Wizards, not just driven them to the Underworld, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Hindlin Astrologer, a dark wizard of elven blood, exits the Temple of Darkness and returns to his lair, Wuthering Heights in Razor Hills, through a special channel.

Lord Nell Austin, who served as a mad wizard and successfully pioneered, successfully broke into the most dynamic pioneer group in the past three years, and gradually integrated into the circle of northern nobles, which is the main reason for his sudden rise.

Having two or more identities is exactly the targeted adaptation of the natives of the North after being repeatedly attacked by the noble council, no one wants to live a dark and secret life, but the cruel reality forces them to change.

"His Royal Highness the Dark Lord has died two excellent heirs, and he didn't even say anything, because he didn't care at all?, or must the iron blood and majesty of the king be maintained in front of us cunning subordinates?"

"My instinctive feeling is that the former, he doesn't care at all about the survival of his descendants. In other words, His Royal Highness the Dark Lord has completely abandoned the plan of soul transfer and resurrection in the body of the direct heir. ”

"Although His Highness is the strongest person in the realm of soul transition, he has secretly intervened and targeted improvements to the coming-of-age rites of the increasingly thin bloodlines of the allies of the beasts, and the eldest son of the king of the beast people is one of his masterpieces. ”

"The only thing to worry about is the recovery period in the middle, after all, this period is not long, and in a short time, His Highness will become very weak, if he finds his container and captures the soul of the Patriarch of Messin, he will definitely get an unprecedented harvest, and even take over the black scepter. ”

"It is rumored that Tyrese is choosing to train the second generation of Thor among his many children. This giant shadow that envelops the North, the demigod who single-handedly suppressed the Church, has two favorite things in his life, expanding his territory and fighting tough opponents. I reckon a new wave of pioneers is coming, and the Children of Thor are going to be extremely aggressive. ”

"His Highness the Dark Lord must know about this as well, he must return himself to his full posture as soon as possible, and the balance of terror must be established again. In terms of prestige and strength, it is Wolfgar Messing, the most senior black scepter, that is more intimidating. From this point of view, I must speed up the research on refining the nucleus from the magic element, and this is the right path. ”

At the same time, in the depths of the dark hall, the Dark Lord, entrenched on the throne, was silent and thought for a long time, reaching out to summon his soulmate.

Camilla, the vampire countess, came with a golden cup full of blood in both hands, and the deep red robe inlaid with gold thread emitted a scarlet bloodthirsty aura in the dim hall, although there was no intention of dividing the court, but it showed that this high-ranking vampire still had extraordinary strength even in the Dark Lord's palace.

"The Magic Furnace, the oldest relic in the dark world...... It's a pity that this is just a near-perfect fake. ”

Wolfgar Messing took the golden cup and drank the blood inside, and his decayed body immediately inflated and swelled, as if injected with the source of youth.

On the surface, this is only refined blood, but in fact, the vampire countess Camilla used scarlet alchemy to extract the life and soul essence of 100 people, which is the predecessor of the Philosopher's Stone.

Unfortunately, the circular indented wound in the middle of Wolfgar Messing's chest did not change at all, like a clay pot with a cracked bottom, draining the source inside.

Camilla, the vampire countess, stroked the eternal wound caused by the thunder hammer: "This cup of sweet blood sacrifice essence will at least temporarily restore your lover to your heyday." ”

Wolfgar Messing nodded slightly, and the magic power that permeated the dim hall suddenly rolled and retracted, and then His Highness the Dark Lord took the opportunity to expand his realm.

"Even though it's just a near-perfect fake, it gives me a little spark of inspiration in my rigid mind. ”

In the realm of Wolfgar Messing, there is a collection of magic mirrors from his youth, which can reproduce everything when absorbed enough moonlight. For this day, he had a whole decade in reserve, that is to say, the battle with Thor, and after suffering an irreparable wound, he set out to carry out this work.

The golden cup was reflected in the magic mirror as an identical replica, and the strange thing with silver light on the mirror lost all its brilliance.

"Camilla, my love, only you can take out the replica if you don't take a picture in the mirror, go. ”

The Vampire Countess had known for a long time that something like this would happen, and according to the wishes of His Highness the Dark Lord, she took out the replica of the Golden Cup.

Wolfgar Messing held the two golden cups in his hand, removing the stems and bases that were in the way, and clasping the rims together to form an almost spherical flat box.

"Imperfect fakes, perfect new magic furnaces!"

His Highness the Dark Lord pressed his masterpiece to the center of his chest, and the thunder hammer struck head-on through the pit left behind, just filled by the new magic furnace.

The endless magic energy surging in the body not only fills in the only leak in the broken clay pot, but also causes the pottery to undergo high temperature scorching and directly evolve into more exquisite porcelain.

Camilla, the vampire countess, saw a trace of uneasiness and concern when her soul mate was healed and returned to her full glory, "Lover, there must be a limit to the magic essence in the burning body, and it must be replenished from the outside world from time to time. If it's a fierce battle, the attrition will be even more intense. ”

Wolfgar Messing quickly regained his composure and thought about it carefully: "Hindlin astrology kid is studying the technique of magic essence refining, trying to simulate the demon nobles or the abyss lord's near-immortal life characteristics with cores. Camilla, my love, let you visit me instead, and do him a favor by the way. ”

Camilla, the vampire countess, responded, and instantly turned into countless bats and flew out of the dim hall, surging violently, forming a mighty smoke dragon in mid-air.

It was only when there was no one around at this time that Wolfgar Messing suppressed the restlessness of the magic furnace buried in his chest, and the scars left by the thunderhammer continued to flicker when the Dark Lord "recovered", as if to transmit a message to the distant body.

Fortunately, Wolfgar Messing intervened in time to suppress it, so that Tyrese, the god of thunder in the north, would not know about it, so part of the power of the magic furnace had to be used to suppress the thunder hammer scars near the wound.

At the same time, Lu Bin used the dust explosion to easily deal with the dark wizard Brian Messing with the small space of the mill, and after packing up the loot, he immediately set off for Blackwater.

Fortunately, in order to open up the satellite village manor of the pioneer territory, the merchants hired a large number of mercenaries and short-term workers to remove snow, which saved Lu Bin a lot of effort.

When he successfully returned to Blackwater and arrived at the headquarters of the Porters' Guild, he was immediately greeted with cheers from everyone, not only the members of the road construction team who were rescued by him, but also the members of the station who passed by before and after learning about the incident.

In their minds, even waist-deep snow could not make "Lord Rez" abandon any guild members, and this intention was enough for these ordinary people to work for it.

With a strong sense of gratitude and gratitude, the Buried Bones not only acquired the power of faith for hundreds of people again, but also established a superficial faith connection, of course, they were all connected to the winged staff imprint in the middle of the chest of Lu Bin, who was sleeping with his eyes closed in front of the twin tree of the "Elven Waste Capital Elondale".

Of course, until now, Lu Bin, who has not ignited the divine fire and become an immortal god, has not been able to bestow divine magic, but it is still possible to feed back the moon well water through the invisible vascular of the thread of faith to the members of the guild who revere him.

In other words, these guild members will have more strength, fatigue less easily, and ordinary wounds will heal faster. These visible benefits alone can make them completely dead, because at the same time they can be given, they also mean that they can be cut off.

No one in the world is truly stupid, and as long as there is a benefit, there will be more and more people who revere "Mage Rez", and the Porter's Guild is a good place to start.