Chapter Seventy-Seven: Talent MagicChapter Seventy-Seven: Talent Magic

Although it didn't take much time to kill a fire spirit, Elliot used his innate magic and seemed to consume a lot, so he had to take a break. This is also the reason why Morey does not want to fight them, the time is so tight now, it is very dangerous to waste a minute, the large volcano will erupt in three days sooner, and no more than five days at the latest, and the small eruptions will become more and more dense during this time.

What's more, Belio's magic is only enough to last for two days, and now that almost a day has passed, if it is delayed for too long, it may be wasted.

Morey watched time slip away and paced back and forth, but he also knew that there was no urgency, so he sighed.

"By the way, what was the one you used just now?" Morey endured for a long time, but still couldn't help but ask this question, that tornado was so curious.

"This is the innate magic of the Winged Demon Clan, but it's a pity that my strength is not enough, otherwise the Winged Demon Trap released will be silent, and no one will notice. Elliot Rao was pale, still smugly. "Although your strength is not bad, the time of birth is too short, you may not know. The Winged Demon's innate magic, even in the entire Burning Hell, is famous. It can even be said that if it weren't for it, the Winged Demon Clan would not have the status it has today, and legend has it that the trap of the Winged Demon Patriarch would be amazed even by the one sitting in the Burning King Palace. ”

"It's so powerful? Morey asked, scratching his head.

"Learn?" Elliot glanced at Morey disdainfully. "Talent magic is an instinct that you are born with. If you don't have it, that's not what you can learn, although your body's brute strength is indeed very strong, but your innate magic pattern is too poor, and it is impossible to have natural magic. I think you might as well put your energy into the talent of manufacturing, you don't know, the craftsman is very good in hell."

As a high demon, Elliot himself recovered very quickly, but in order to restore his magic power, he still entered meditation. Morey squatted on a large rock alone, looking deeply at the magma in the distance, and couldn't help but recall the magic patterns on the firebird's body in his mind, and his eyes showed a look of thought and understanding from time to time.

Elliot is indeed very powerful, this strength is in talent and blood, no one wants to copy it. His pride is in his bones, and it is not unreasonable, because ordinary demons are indeed too weak in his eyes. Demons are like that, they are not the same class and do not have a common language. Although he is still only a teenager, he doesn't feel so deeply, but even so, if he doesn't owe a favor, I'm afraid he won't necessarily pay attention to Morey even when he sees him.

When killing the firebird, Morey already clearly felt the difference in strength, if he let him come by himself, it is estimated that he can only say that he can save his life, and it is impossible to kill the firebird. But if Elliot were to come by himself, it wouldn't take much effort, and the reason why he had to rest was just because of prudence. In terms of his mana reserves, if he is willing to work hard, it is estimated that it will be no problem to kill two or three more firebirds. And in terms of predicting danger, Elliot is also significantly stronger, and it is obvious that his mental power is also crushed high.

In the end, Morey actually helped lure the enemy, and against this kind of semi-physical firebird, those few punches were useless.

Although he has brute force, to be honest, Morey's nature is similar to that of the Minotaur brothers, and the power of that fire bomb technique directly exposes the essence, to put it bluntly, it is just a strengthened Minotaur who can throw low-level fireballs. The magic pattern directly reflects the gap between the noble and inferior bloodlines, so messy that even the innate magic cannot be formed, and it is indeed the inferior of the inferior. Maybe Elliot did think Morey was very powerful, but not in terms of strength, but in that strange magic carving.

But

Morey's eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself. "The magic pattern is something innate and can't be changed?"

No one saw that the magic pattern on his arm suddenly twisted, and a little bit of the magic pattern was quietly absorbed into the main body, gradually making the magic pattern look more complete.

"But I'm not a magic pattern!" Morey smiled, stood up, glanced at the place where the firebird had dissipated, and sighed.

The ground there had been tornado-ravaged and shattered, but there was a little red glow in the rubble. Morey stared at it, and walked over cautiously, but found that it was a red bead the size of a finger, picked it up and looked at it, and found that there was a golden pattern on it, and if you looked closely, it seemed to be a little similar to the magic pattern on the firebird's body.

Elliot rested for a while, and then finally woke up. As soon as he saw the bead in Morey's hand, he said in surprise. "Isn't this the essence of the fire spirit, it's good luck, the one that was killed happened to be condensed. ”

"Do you know this?" Morey looked at the bead suspiciously, there was no elemental fluctuation on it, and he couldn't see any use at all.

"It's of little use to me, but it's said to be worth a lot in the Flame Demon's circle. This Fire Spirit Essence is a good thing for the Fire Demon, and it is said that eating it will be of great benefit. As soon as Elliot finished speaking, he saw a happy look on Morey's face, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"You're not a fire demon!!!

When Morey heard this, his face couldn't help but change drastically. Others always talk about the fire demon and the fire demon, and subconsciously think that they are the fire demon, and when they hear Eliot say that it is beneficial, they don't think much about it! The bead was obviously hot and hard, but as soon as it entered the mouth, it turned into a cool liquid, and without even chewing it, it slid down.

Morey only felt that he had swallowed a breath of cool air, and there was no feeling that something had fallen into his stomach, and he couldn't vomit if he wanted to! Feeling that the situation was wrong, Morey's expression suddenly became quite ugly, and he asked in an astringent voice. "What would have happened if it hadn't been swallowed by the Flame Demon?"

Elliot circled around Morey a few times, making sure nothing had changed, before speaking cautiously. "I don't know!, alas, but since there has been no change, at least it can prove that you are definitely not a fire demon, now you can pray that your digestion skills will be strong! As for what will happen"

"Remember one thing," Elliot said, with a strange expression. "If you feel that your body is swollen, you must tell me in time!"

"Do you have a way?" Morey was suddenly moved.

"There's a fart! If you blow yourself up, I'll have to run away in advance!" Elliot rolled his eyes, so angry that Morey almost picked up a rock and stuffed it in his mouth.

Although he was a little worried, Morey didn't seem to feel anything uncomfortable after eating the bead, and he couldn't spit it out. Supposedly, it shouldn't be digested so quickly, although I don't know where to eat it, but since I don't feel anything, it shouldn't matter for the time being, maybe my stomach will come out in a few days.

After forcibly comforting himself in his heart, Morey chiseled out a coffin and stone armor from the materials on the ground, and continued to run in the direction of the crater with Eliot on his back.

Although the fire spirits in the back are all dangerous, there are not many that are as fast as the firebird, and all the ones that can be thrown off have been shaken off by Morey's best efforts. It was really difficult, so Morey led directly to the Wing Demon Trap, and Elliot tried his best to fight for a one-hit kill, not giving them a chance to recover, so the consumption was much smaller. In fact, before killing the firebird, Elliot spent most of his time fighting the fire rain with the wind blade.

Halfway through, he got two more Fire Spirit Essences, and this time Morey didn't dare to swallow them, and Elliot seemed to be used to the life of the eldest young master, and he didn't care about this little money at all. Because he was afraid of waste, in the end, Morey simply opened a new magic bag and put it in a fingernail, thinking that these should be rare things in the world.

The crater is getting closer and closer, and poisonous black smoke will come out of the cracks in the ground from time to time, although Morey doesn't feel anything, Elliot, as a wind-attribute demon, has begun to be very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he locked himself in a coffin, although the air inside was also very turbid, but it was better than directly breathing in poisonous smoke.

It had been quite a long way from the inverted updraft, and the rumble of the storm was gradually lost to hear, and as Morey ran, there was an eerie silence around him, save for footsteps and the occasional sound of magma bubbles cracking.

"It's been a long time since I've encountered a fire spirit. Morey looked at the calm appearance of passing by the magma pool, but his expression became cautious.

Elliot asked suspiciously, hearing Morey's words from behind. "I haven't touched it, isn't that great, do you still want to call all the way?"

"The further back we go, the fewer firespirits we encounter, because the powerful firespirits occupy a large territory. The most powerful guy we've ever met before, and there are no other firespirits living in the range of even ten magma pools," Morey said solemnly. "And this area is obviously the most suitable for the survival of the fire spirits, but not a single fire spirit has been touched, why do you think it is?"

Hearing this, Elliot would be a fool if he didn't understand it anymore, and his face couldn't help but look ugly.

The slope of the ground suddenly flattened, Morey suddenly remembered the record on the parchment, hurriedly quickened the pace under his feet, and ran for more than ten minutes, until he crossed a stone hill, but when he looked around, he found that there was a sudden huge earthquake under his feet, and in the distance, there was a lava fire column nearly 100 meters thick rising into the sky!

"It's a small outburst, hide!" Elliot screamed in the coffin.

There was a huge earthquake in Morey's heart - the eruption crater of a large volcano was ahead!

Poisonous black smoke gushed out with the lava, and the deafening roar even made people's hearts shake with it, and even gave the illusion that they were going to tear apart under the power of the sky in the next second! The lava that had condensed the high temperature rushed up to the black clouds, dyeing the entire sky and the ground into a terrifying dark red.

The lava that rushed up to the sky rose to its highest point, and then scattered and fell down to the volcano, and some of the magma was smashing down on Morey, who pulled up the lid of the coffin in time and lifted it aside. However, I was still shocked into a cold sweat, and there was too much magma on the edge of the crater.

As soon as Elliot came out of the sarcophagus, he couldn't stand the burning heat around him, but just as he wanted to fly, he was pulled by Morey. "Don't pull me!" Elliot grinned with hot teeth, and couldn't help but glare, but he saw that Morey's eyes were very solemn, and he couldn't help but follow his gaze.