Chapter Ninety-Four: Jumping Off a Cliff

"What are you two doing in a daze, hurry up and help!" Ax's voice was a little impatient, and Morey looked over there and found that the magic wheel had begun to blur, I am afraid that this last time was quite reluctant. Axes and the others were gritting their teeth to replenish their fighting energy, and at this time, Morey saw Ax's strength, the strong gray fighting spirit was very dazzling, giving people the feeling that it might be stronger than Carlos.

However, Rao also has a feeling of half the effort, and it is obvious that this magic will not last long.

"Those guys are consuming too much magical energy, we have to speed it up!"

"You're in luck!" Quinn gave Morey a disdainful look, then turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the magic wheel, while carefully placing the large and small baggage they had brought with them into the hanging basket, as if those things were very valuable. The bald man muttered a few words, and easily broke off a piece of silver ornament from the carriage, and then ran to help.

There was a burden that was not very tight, and Morey glanced at the things inside seemingly indifferently, and raised his brows slightly after seeing it clearly. "This is the magic carving material?" As soon as he said this, Morey regretted it a little, but fortunately Ax and the others were too busy to notice this.

However, there was still a gaze on Morey, or rather, the strange man did not go to help at all, but kept looking at Morey. From time to time, there was a violent mood in the pair of scarlet eyes, and the terrible red light flickered and flickered, and there was a faint look of confusion.

Morey pretended to tidy up the carriage, but the man kept looking at it, looking like he wanted to see something, which was really uncomfortable. It only felt that his scalp was numb when he stared at Morey like this, so he had to laugh dryly and ask. "Sir, is there anything strange on my face?"

"You're weird. Brenda suddenly said this.

Oh my God!

But of course, Morey would not say this, but narrowed his eyes slightly. "Oh, did we meet somewhere?"

"Brenda, come up!" Ex shouted as he had already made the basket.

Brenda nodded, ignored Morey, and walked away on his own. Morey shrugged his shoulders, since people don't care, then we naturally won't be bored.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, this kind of thing is really common in the Iran plateau, but Morey couldn't help but glance over, if nothing else, just because the Brenda cloak was blown up a little. The pitch-black cloak covered his whole body, which was certainly trying to hide his appearance, but it would also be very curious, at least Morey was very curious.

The wind came quickly, but Brenda's reaction was also very fast, and he subconsciously covered his hood in an instant, everything was as if it had never happened, if it was replaced by ordinary people, it would not have time to see it clearly but Morey was different.

Still pretending not to care about the carriage, Morey's pupils suddenly shrank when he turned his back! The cloak only blew up a little, and Morey was a little shocked even though he could only see the man's rough chin!

What is that!!

Morey immediately cried out in his heart. "Bellio!Bellio?!"

Damn! Every time I need it, I'm sleeping!

But it was useless to slander, Belio didn't wake up to say something, Morey glanced at the pseudo-magic pattern on his hand, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

By this time, Ax and the others had already loaded the hanging basket and began to prepare to leave, but Morey suddenly heard a whistle and turned his head. "Oh, is there anything else you can do?"

Unexpectedly, Quinn suddenly smiled grimly. "Hehe, how about a parting gift for you?"

I saw him shake his hand suddenly, and a black light flew out in an instant, and it was inserted into Morey's heart!

"How's that, do you like it?" said Quinn, grinning. "Hahaha! Since you like carriages so much, let you accompany it, don't thank me!

There was a look of disbelief in Morey's eyes, but then his expression stiffened, and he took a few steps backwards weakly, and sat down on the side of the carriage and stopped moving.

"You're such a bastard. A tall, thin man had been looking at the map before he suddenly spoke.

"Niyang, you just have to be responsible for finding the way, you can't take care of anything else! His companion dares to disgrace me, so since he dares to stay, he should be prepared to be killed by me. Quinn smiled sinisterly. "Who told him not to run away, hehe, he deserves to die!"

Niyang shook his head and stopped talking. He knew that although Quinn had a bastard personality, he did have two brushes in terms of strength, otherwise Akers would not have invited such a scourge in. Even in this adventure group, there are only one or two people who can suppress him, and although he doesn't like him, he still doesn't want to offend easily.

Five minutes later.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew on the corpse's face, but what was amazing was that the 'corpse' actually snorted, and out of nowhere he felt a magic crystal bead, and complained. "Where did you get so much sand!"

The dust magic quickly blocked the dust, and even the dust on the clothes was shaken away by a force, making the body neat and tidy all at once. Still, Morey subconsciously patted his clothes - he always felt that he couldn't get it clean without two pats.

"Disgusting guy. Morey lowered his head and pulled open his clothes, a small black knife stuck in his heart - but the tip was gone. To be precise, the tip of the knife had melted, but it was a frosted darkstone iron knife, which looked pretty good at handwork, but it had been deformed by the flames of the pseudo-demon pattern, and was sticking to Morey's chest.

Looking at the knife marks on his clothes, Morey couldn't help but feel a little sorry that a good set of clothes was torn like this.

"Hehe, that crooked-toothed man is really a gift for me," Morey pulled the iron lump from his chest. "Don't run into me alone next time, courtesy, hehe, I'm a good person."

Although I don't think it's a problem to clean up the crooked tooth man, it's not a rational choice if you clash with six people head-on. After all, we are civil servants and writers, so it doesn't matter if we don't fight meaninglessly, we still put up with it this time.

But another question made Morey's face sink, what was that Brenda thing?

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Morey sat in the car and thought for a while, before he suddenly stood up with a glint in his eyes.

The silver light of his fingertips lit up, and Morey swiped his hand between the nails of his index finger, and a new magic pocket appeared. Now the magic pocket can be three meters cube, as long as the shape is adjusted, a carriage is put properly. Putting away the carriage, Morey didn't hesitate, opened the pseudo-magic pattern and took out a short sword from his pocket, and jumped off the cliff!

The cliff of more than 100 meters is indeed a little scary when you look down from above, it is said that the royal capital of Talir, Traubedin, has not exceeded 100 meters of buildings, and the highest ten-story magic tower is only more than 70 meters. The most terrible thing is that this big cliff is perennially windy and rainy, and it has a layer of moss that is smooth and fatal, and it is indeed quite difficult for ordinary people to climb down with a heavy burden.

However, Morey even climbed over the crystalline inner walls of the volcano, and he really didn't feel much of it. The whirring wind passed by his ears, and Morey shouted excitedly, and thrust his backhand sword into the mountain wall!

"Smack!"

It's broken!

The fall was slightly blocked, and then it fell freely again, Morey wiped a cold sweat in mid-air, and simply didn't keep it anymore, and the pseudo-magic pattern was running at full strength!

An extremely heavy piece of black iron was thrown out by Morey, and he stepped on it and kicked it hard! The black iron suddenly smashed down like a cannonball, but under the reaction force, the terrible fall was also relieved, and Morey stretched out his incomparably hard left hand and slammed it on the stone wall! I only heard a tooth-aching sound of friction, and my hard fingers inserted it into the rock, pulling down a spark! The stone powder that was picked off made Morey cry bitterly, but he didn't dare to let go, so he dragged it for a few meters before finally hanging on it.

After a while, I heard a dull crash below, like a sledgehammer slamming into the ground, Rao is Morey felt trembling when he was so far away, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly. "Who told me it's about 100 meters and 300 meters, right!?"

He looked down and looked down, but the distance below was convex, and Morey simply didn't look at it, just used his hard fingers as iron nails, and crawled down little by little.