Chapter 118: Demons?

has been used by Milor for so long, what is it to drink his bottle of potion, this is all Morey's politeness!

Looking at Milor's dejected look, Morey suddenly felt a little angry in his heart. However, as soon as he drank this bottle of magic potion, it didn't take long for Morey to secretly start to be frightened in his heart - what an amazing medicinal power!

The light blue potion suddenly turned into a large amount of pure magic power, which accumulated in the body! It stands to reason that the source of magic power of an arcane mage is spiritual power, and unlike elemental mages, it is difficult to replenish it with the help of external objects. But the fact that this potion works on itself only means that it is a potion specially made for arcane mages!

This medicinal power produces a kind of transformed magic power, although it is not as good as directly replenishing mental power, but it can be used to cast arcane arts. Although it is not an instant supplement, the effect of the medicine is very strong, and it is estimated that when it is fully effective, it will be able to withstand more than half of his mental power.

Great stuff!

"I mean really, if I were to give me the formula, I'd give you two bottles!" Morey's eyes moved, and he suddenly spoke.

Milor was silent—even though he couldn't see his face with the mask, he probably glared at us fiercely.

Morey couldn't help but cough in embarrassment. "Ten bottles will do. ”

In the distance, the small hell gate more than a kilometer high was still emitting a red light, dyeing all the surrounding heaven and earth into a hideous dark red.

At first, the two of them were still in the mood to say a few words to each other, but as they walked, they began to fall silent, and at last neither of them spoke at all—the situation before them became more and more unusual, and as they got closer and closer to the little hells, their eyes invariably became heavier and heavier.

"Something is wrong. ”

With Milor's mirror image, the two are not afraid of being discovered by the skeleton group. But there are more and more skeletons in front of me. To be precise, it's not that there are more and more undead, but that they all seem to have converged.

The two looked at each other, nodded to each other, and quickened their pace.

Something seems to be going on over there.

After a few kilometers, Morey stepped over the top of the sand dune, and looked over there with a slight gaze.

Looking down from above, endless skeletons are crowded under the small hell gate. It was a gate that spanned hundreds of meters, and it was surrounded by the sea of undead! The skeletons behind were still crowding desperately, and I don't know if they thought they had some kind of life-and-death feud here!

The explosions of vindictiveness and magic rang out from time to time!

Although far enough away, Morey watched the scene from afar, and still heard the roar of the swordsmen - there were hundreds of swordsmen in leather armor!

Morey could see at a glance that those were all soldiers from Hanyue City, and they were definitely elite!

Although there were only a hundred, at first glance, most of the people's Dou Qi fluctuations were very strong—I am afraid that all of them were masters who had cultivated their Dou Qi to the second and third ranks. Although they are inseparable from the skeleton group killing, Morey is a bystander and is not optimistic about the situation at all.

They are all flesh and blood, how can they deal with the undead! Even if those things are decapitated, they can be resurrected! There are more and more enemies, and once the swordsmen fall, they are really down, and it is difficult to be optimistic no matter how you think about it.

At this time, they were guarding one of the skulls of the Little Hell Gate, fighting with those skeletons. However, as the swordsmen continued to be injured, fewer and fewer people were able to fight, and all the seriously injured were sent to the back, lying on the ground, and I don't know how many were still alive.

Morey frowned slightly.

If they continue like this, the only possibility is to be forced to grind out the last drop of blood!

Milor finally followed at this time, and couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this. "Oh no, how could anyone get in by mistake, let's go help!"

Morey grabbed Milor's arm, and his voice was a little solemn. "Don't go, it's better to say one or two, we can't save so many people. ”

Milor couldn't help but be stunned. "Do you want to watch them die?"

"Do you really have the tricks to take them all away?" Morey shook his head in a deep voice. "What's more, even if we are lucky enough to save a few lives, it won't do us any good, if we go to that kind of place, we will really be besieged to death, isn't it a bit worthless to fight for this thing?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Milor looked at Morey in disbelief. "I can't watch people being slaughtered by the undead!"

"Don't look at it, maybe you can turn your back. Morey was silent for a moment. "I think the most sensible thing to do now is to find an exit first. ”

The battlefield in the distance was fierce for three more points, and a young swordsman was pierced in the throat by a bone sword, and blood was splattered all over the sand. But before he could fall, several undead swarmed and tore at his armor.

The dagger slipped feebly from his hand, and the swordsman stared blankly at the sky and fell limply to the ground. There were tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, and I don't know who I remembered.

Of course, this scene fell into the eyes of the two, but Morey frowned, still unmoved. "It's probably a shame to say that, but we can't really control that. ”

"That's what you think?" Milore shook his head.

"It's not that I'm ruthless, it's that you're too naïve. Morey looked at Milor calmly.

"Alright, you'll just watch from here!"

"That's what I thought. ”

Milor turned slowly and strode in the direction of the Little Hell Gate. "Okay, then I'll go by myself, I won't be willing to try it. ”

But at this moment, Milor suddenly left a sentence.

Morey's expression froze suddenly—"Yes, you may be right! But with all due respect, maybe only a demon can be as calm as you." ”

What the?

Suddenly came back to his senses, Morey's eyes were still a little stunned, but the clothes on his back were instantly soaked in cold sweat!!

Calm?

Morey's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he only felt that there was a pair of dark green eyes, quietly watching him from behind. It was as if there was a terrible conspiracy that was constantly entwined there!

Belio!

From the little bits and pieces of life to the sudden arrangement of the trip to hell! Before he knew it, Belio seemed to be trying to change his thinking!

If it was my former self, would it really be so calm to see this blood? Although it seems normal, it is more indifferent than growth! If I let this go on, will I really degenerate into a demon one day?

"Belio" Morey sat on the ground with his eyes closed. "Bellio, come out for a moment, I have something to ask you. But Bario, as always, remained silent.

The look in Morey's eyes changed for a while, and he didn't speak again after all.

At this moment, as if because of the crowding, there was a thin figure on the battlefield in the distance, and a stumbling stumbled and fell off his skull!

Morey's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked up!

Fortunately, a swift white light rushed down, carrying him at once! I saw that the white shadow immediately jumped a few times, avoided the chasing skeleton, and rushed back to the skull.

However, it seemed to be caught off guard just now, and was bitten by a skeleton, and now although it has successfully escaped, its movements are obviously a little inconvenient.

"It hurts. Morey's eyes twitched, and he saw who it was!"Xiaobai!?"