Horn gradually innovated the spell of witchcraft and absorbed the most beneficial advantages of it, but complemented each other, and gained a deeper understanding of the way of the swordsman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He set up this sorcery spell trap to prepare as early as possible, and once triggered, it will rebound, so that he can seize the opportunity.

Horn subdued a flock of snowfinch, these snowfinches are unique species in the snow ridge, each the size of a sparrow, but the feathers are snow-white, hidden in the snow is their protective color, although it is not a monster creature, but it is born with spirituality, keen perception, and swift as electricity.

Using the means of sorcery, Horn can channel the beasts and tame them all into his own ears and spies.

Horn used his magic power to force out half a vial of wizard's blood, and threw this blood into the body of these snowfinch, and the black eyes of these snowfinches became blood-red, and they became his eyes and ears, and everything that happened in the area of the Snowy Ridge Pier Bunier Cave could not escape his ears and eyes.

After everything was arranged, Horn opened a cave on the distant snow ridge, lived in seclusion, and continued to hone the power of witchcraft, while continuing to study swordsmanship.

On this night, the moon hung high, and Horn was practicing penance in the grotto carved out on the back of the snow ridge, he was running the wizard's core, and countless invisible sword qi flashed around him, and the hard rock ground did not break into fine sword marks.

He hadn't figured out the path he would take in his swordsmanship after he advanced to a professional in the future, whether it was a storm swordsman, a void swordsman, or another swordsmanship class......

At this time, a white shadow rushed into the cave from the night like lightning, Horn opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his palm to catch the white shadow, a cute bird the size of a snow-white sparrow beat anxiously in his palm, the white mouth chirped, and the blood-colored eyes looked at Horn very spiritually, conveying some kind of message to him.

Horn kept exhaling a little bit of white gas from his mouth, and as he breathed a trace of white smoke rose above his head, looking at the anxious expression of the snowfinch in his palm, Horn smiled instead, and he slowly spoke: "I know, go ahead." ”

As soon as he let go, the snowfinch in his palm took off again, rushing out of the man-made cave like lightning.

Horn, who had opened a cave to meditate, groaned for a moment and said in a deep voice, "It's finally here." Before he could finish speaking, his figure immediately disappeared in place.

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At the same time, in the area to the left of the range of the Dunbunir Caves, the top of the Snow Ridge cracked, revealing a huge crack, as if a hole had been opened in hell, and an endless black mist was released.

The black gas was billowing and the smoke was obscured, and a huge vine thousands of meters long came out of the ground, with more than a dozen tentacles, the skin was crystal with silver frost, and there was pale green juice flowing in it, dancing tentacles, like a multi-headed giant snake.

On the main stem of the white frost vine, a huge face shrouded in black mist wriggled painfully, with a perverse and hideous aura.

"This is the frost vine, which is said to be the remnant of the demonic plant cultivated by the warlocks during the warlock war, which lurks under the glacier all year round and has a lifespan of thousands of years. ”

Standing on the top of a high snow-capped mountain, with a blizzard and a raging wind, Horn stood there overlooking the scene.

But his eyes were looking at the other side, under the cracked snow-capped mountain glacier, the snow-capped mountain collapsed, and dozens of lava demons with red hair and red eyes gathered around him, and let out a low roar from their mouths, in a hunting state.

The frost vine was huge, and the huge face shrouded in black mist on the main stem was painful and hideous, and its eyes were closed, and at the top of its main stem, a fruit the size of a human head was as red as blood, exuding a scorching aura, and those lava demons were attracted by this fruit.

Frost vines are the remnants of the warlock warlock war, although powerful, but ignorant by nature, even if they become professional-level, they still do not have any intelligence, they are driven by instinct, every five hundred years will drill out from under the glacier to produce a seed, the seed ripens and explodes, scattered with the wind, and another frost vine will grow in another place, and this moment is also the time when the frost vine is the most violent, frantically attacking all creatures that come close.

Their seeds are demonic plant essences, attracting some creatures to compete for, and the lava demon is the overlord of the Bunir Cave, and the battle soon begins.

Time could not wait, and if the Frost Fruit was fully ripe, there would be nothing to do with the Lava Spirits, so these powerful creatures roared and attacked the mountaintop.

These huge monsters are all creatures of silver seven or more, with huge strength, rough skin and thick flesh, and lava magic flames on their bodies, and the frost vines are even more monsters among monsters, although they do not have spiritual intelligence, but their strength is indeed undoubted.

This frost vine has lived for more than six hundred years, and it is a creature of more than the third stage of gold, with strong combat power, and at the same time, it is still unknown whether the victory or defeat is still unknown against dozens of lava demons of the seventh stage of silver, but the entire mountain peak has collapsed.

The avalanche had already begun, and Horn was standing on the top of another hill watching the scene quietly, and it was not yet time to make a move.

Lava demons were constantly being pumped away, but they were huge, thick-skinned, shaking their heads, roaring and rushing back, besieging the frost vines.

The huge rhizomes and vines of the frost vines were scratched by lava demons, and the pale green juice flowed out, condensing into a silvery white frost that became more aggressive.

In a moment, the Frost Fruit on the main stem of the Frost Vine was almost fully ripe.

A large avalanche collapsed, and the battle ended quickly.

Hundreds of meters of vines snapped to the ground like giant snakes, and the dozens of lava demons were broken by the whipping, lame and lame together, their throats still roaring, and the main stem of the scarred frost vine at the top of the mountain was undamaged, and the red fruit on it was about to ripen completely.

All the lava demons were roaring, but they didn't dare to take a step forward, and seeing that the frost fruit was about to ripen, a low roar suddenly came out from behind the gathered group of lava demons.

The voice was like a command, and the lava hordes parted, and a large creature stepped out from behind.

Horn's eyes were solemn, and he said in shock, "What is that?"

It was a demon monster that was only five or six meters tall, but it didn't look very similar to the lava ghost, with dark blue scales, thick arms hanging down to the ankles, purple-black sharp nails, an ugly face covered with scales, and the most peculiar thing was that on its forehead and skull, there was a purple-black thick horn, full of sharp teeth, very vicious, stepping on snow.