This is a deep dense forest, located on the northwest border of the Maghang Mountains, withered grass and trees, silent mountain forests, constitute the scene today.

Locke, who patrolled to this place, released a circle of psychic probe waves as usual, and before the psychic probe wave could be reflected, Locke raised his feet and was about to leave.

What could be the situation here? Locke, who had been patrolling for most of the day, was curious about all kinds of things in the alien forest at first, and after seeing too much, he found that it was just like that.

What he was thinking about now was to finish the patrol quickly, and when he went back, he would either practice for a while or get some sleep.

I finally understood why the previous garrison knight was so excited when he saw him come to take over, this place is really not a place for people, and it is boring. There is not even a common language.

As soon as he took a step, Locke's body stopped, there was movement two kilometers away from him, and the breath was familiar, there should be a knight or magician from the western three islands there.

This area can be regarded as his garrison area, and after thinking about it, Locke decided to go over and take a look.

The energy fluctuation in front was quite smooth, not like there was a battle, slowly flying over, the closer the distance, the stronger the smell of blood became, and with patience and curiosity, Locke arrived at his destination.

I saw a dark blue humanoid creature five meters high on the flat ground, lying on the ground and howling in pain.

The humanoid creature was in a peculiar state, it only had its upper body, it disappeared from the waist down, countless blue stubble grew from its waist, and there was a torrent of blue blood gushing from its broken waist.

The smell of blood in this vicinity is so strong, it is caused by the blue blood.

The half-lost giant lay there, and because of the pain in his waist and abdomen, his two broad arms kept hammering the ground, making the ground 'bump, bump'.

"Be quiet!" A curse came from the blue giant's waist, and Locke noticed that there was still a black-robed man standing there.

This is a Santa mage, and judging by the energy fluctuations it displays, Locke judges that he is a first-class mage.

And the blue giant in front of him, which had no lower body and looked like a pig to be slaughtered, only showed the strength of a high-ranking knight squire.

With the mental acumen of a first-level magician, he should have discovered Locke's arrival, but this magician ignored Locke, he seemed to be busy now.

A pinhole the size of a child's arm was inserted into one of the blue giant's arms that was shaking back and forth, and a needle of medicine was injected, and the blue giant was really much more honest, and the strength of the arm shaking gradually became smaller.

"Hmph, I can't stand this pain, how can you still be my test subject!" the black-robed magician sneered, then took out a scalpel and carefully cut the flesh from the stubble on the blue giant's waist.

The palm-sized flesh and blood tissue was cut off by it, and regardless of the blue giant's bloody wounds, the black-robed magician couldn't wait to take out a high-powered mirror and observe it.

To Locke's surprise, the wound of the blue giant, who had just been cut off by the black-robed magician, quickly returned to normal and stopped bleeding.

However, the larger stubble on the blue giant's waist and abdomen showed no signs of recovery, and it still kept spurting blood.

Also, one is a small wound that is insignificant for the blue giant, and the other is the pain of a severed limb that has no lower half of the body.

"Damn!" At this moment, the black-robed magician suddenly let out an angry roar.

"The cell regeneration rate is only 1.74%, and the parasite resistance has increased by three percentage points, why don't you die!" The black-robed magician obviously didn't go well with the experiment, and began to kick the test subject in front of him.

Magicians do not use physical strength, but borrow the magic of mental power.

One after another washbasin-sized marks and scars appeared on the remaining half of the blue giant's body, and the bleeding from his waist and abdomen expanded again, and the blue giant became weaker and weaker, and he was about to die.

"Lord Defoe, after three years of research results, I have developed such a thing as you! Die for me!" The more the black-robed magician thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, his face became cloudy and his face became worse and worse, and he had the idea of killing the blue giant in impulse.

A black energy arrow formed in the mage's hand, this is a solid first-level magic, and the arrow of the energy arrow is pointing at the head of the blue giant.

Perhaps it was because he felt that the last moment of life had come, the weak blue giant returned to the light for a few seconds in an instant, lost too much blood, and was injected with a high concentration of anesthetic, it had no strength to resist, and in a dizzy state, the blue giant remembered the warmth in his mother's arms when he was a child, and actually let out a sad cry at the moment before the black-robed magician's energy arrow was shot.

This is still a child! Locke didn't expect that this dark blue giant, which was five meters tall with just half of his body, was just a teenager judging from the fluctuations in his mental power!

The giant's cry made Locke's hidden breath move, and the black-robed magician remembered that there was another person next to him who was staring at him for a long time.

"Who!" the black-robed magician turned his energy arrow and stared coldly at Locke's location.

He had already seen that it was a knight there, otherwise when Locke first approached this place, he would have beckoned him with a dark arrow, rather than letting Locke watch the play for so long.

The black-robed magician didn't do it right away, just to send a signal to Locke that he didn't want to fight Locke, that is, he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Hello Master, I'm Locke, a knight patrolling nearby, dare to ask the Master's name?" Locke greeted respectfully and politely, just like all knights who happened to meet a mage of the same level.

"Defoe!" the black-robed magician had just failed his experiment, so how could he be in the mood to talk nonsense with Locke.

Knowing that Locke was a knight patrolling nearby, he didn't have any doubts in his heart, but he was a little unhappy when he was interrupted by Locke.

The magician had a similar personality to most of the magicians Locke knew and didn't like to talk to the living, and after the two exchanged numbers, Wizard Defoe retracted his guard a little and began to pick up the experimental device in front of him.

In order not to offend the magician, Locke kept a safe distance from him at all times.

This Defoe magician can too, Locke guessed that he had conducted magic experiments in the deep mountains and old forests for at least a week, and he was really an experimental maniac.

The experimental equipment was packed up quickly, and for the magicians, their most precious items, in addition to the staff and robes, may be their set of experimental equipment.