Chapter Seventy-Seven: Gifted Magic

Kill a Fireling.

Although it didn't take much time, Elliot used his natural magic, which seemed to consume a lot, so he had to take a break. That's why Morey didn't want to fight them - time was running out and it would be unwise to waste a minute.

If it comes early, the volcano will erupt within three days, and it will not take more than five days at the latest. During this time, the frequency of small bursts becomes more and more frequent.

What's more, Bario's magic is only enough to last for two days!

It's been almost a day now, and if it's delayed for too long, it would be unacceptable if all the work was wasted!

Seeing that time was slipping away, Morey paced back and forth. But he also knew that this matter was not in a hurry, and seeing Elliot sitting there resting without hurry, he had to sigh when the words came to his lips.

"By the way, what kind of magic did you just use?" After enduring it for a long time, Morey finally couldn't resist asking the question - that tornado was amazing.

It's not that Morey looks down on Elliot, Elliot is certainly very powerful, but the power of that tornado is too terrifying, and it is not magic that can be used with Elliot's strength at all!

"This is the innate magic of the Winged Demon Clan, but unfortunately my strength is not enough, otherwise the Winged Demon Trap released can be completely silent, and no one will notice. Although Elliot's face was pale, he still couldn't hide his smug expression when he said this.

"Although your strength is not bad, the time of birth is too short, and you may not know much about it. The innate magic of my Winged Demon Clan, even in the entire Burning Hell, is still famous, and it can even be said that if it weren't for it, the Winged Demon Clan would not have the status it has today! It is said that the Winged Demon King's Winged Demon Trap, even the one sitting in the Burning King's Hall would be amazed!"

"It's so powerful, it must be hard to learn, right?" Morey couldn't help but ask.

"Learn?" Elliot glanced at Morey. "Innate magic is an instinct, and a pure bloodline Winged Demon is born with it. No, that's no, there's no such thing as 'learning'."

Seeing the look of confusion in Morey's eyes, Elliot coughed dryly. "Your strength is based on the brute strength of your body, but the innate magic pattern is too bad to have a natural magic. You may not know that Craftsman Demons are very popular no matter where they are, and some powerful Craftsman Demons even have a higher status than some Hell Nobles."

As a high demon, Elliot recovered quite quickly, but in order to be faster, he still chose to enter meditation. Morey crouched 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.

There was a thoughtful look in his eyes from time to time.

Elliot is indeed very powerful, this strength is in talent and bloodline, and no one can copy it. He is indeed proud to the core, but it is not unreasonable, because ordinary demons are indeed too weak in his eyes, including Morey.

Demons are like that, they are not the same class and do not have a common language.

Although Elliot was still very young, he didn't feel it so deeply. But even so, if he didn't owe a favor, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to pay attention to Morey even if he saw it.

As soon as he killed the firebird, Morey already clearly felt the difference in strength - if he let himself come, he could only say that he could protect himself against the firebird. Even if Elliot singled it out, it didn't take much effort.

The reason for resting is only because of prudence.

In terms of Elliot's 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. He also has a much stronger instinct for danger, and obviously his mental power is also high and crushing, and he doesn't know how many steps.

On the whole, if according to the judgment standard of the world, it is estimated that Elliot's strength will also suppress himself by one or two levels. To put it mildly, in case one of them is not right to pinch each other, Elliot wants to beat Morey, and it is estimated that it will be like a master beating an ordinary strong man, effortlessly.

It looks like a happy fight, but against this kind of semi-physical firebird, a few punches are actually useless.

Although it has brute strength, its nature is similar to that of the Minotaur brothers, and the power of the fire bomb technique directly exposes the essence level - to put it bluntly, it is just an enhanced minotaur who can throw low-level fireballs.

The magic pattern will directly reflect the gap between the noble and inferior bloodlines, and it is so messy that even the innate magic cannot be formed, and it is indeed the inferior of the inferior.

Maybe Elliot really thought Morey was great - but not in terms of strength

But!

Morey's eyes twinkled. "The magic pattern is a natural thing, and it can't be changed?"

No one saw that the magic pattern on Morey's 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, and glanced at the place where the firebird had dissipated, but his gaze suddenly froze.

"Huh?"

The ground there had been tornado-ravaged and shattered, but there was a little red glow in the rubble. Morey raised his eyebrows and walked cautiously.

It was a finger-sized red bead!

Picking it up cautiously, and after a closer look, Morey found that there was a golden pattern on it!

Elliot was almost rested, and at this point he finally opened his eyes.

But as soon as he saw the bead in Morey's hand, Elliot couldn't help but be surprised. "Isn't this the essence of the fire spirit! luck, this fire spirit just happens to have the essence of the fire spirit!"

"You know this thing?" Morey looked at the bead quizzically—there was no elemental fluctuation on it, and it didn't see any use at all.

"It's of little use to me, but in the fire demon's circle, uh, it's said to be worth a little money. This Fire Spirit Essence is a good thing for the Fire Demon, and eating it should have a lot of benefits. ”

Hearing Elliot say this, Morey's face couldn't help but show joy, and he swallowed it in one bite!

"You're not a fire demon!!!!

Morey's face couldn't help but change drastically!!

Damn, others keep saying that they are fire demons! Subconsciously think that they are fire demons!!

As soon as he heard Eliot say that it was good, Morey didn't think much about it!

The bead was obviously hot and hard, but as soon as it was swallowed, 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 it if he wanted to!

Sensing that something was wrong, Morey's expression suddenly became quite ugly, and he spoke astringently. "If it wasn't for the Fire Demon, what would happen if you swallowed it?"

Elliot circled around Morey a few times to make sure nothing had changed, and then he frowned and spoke. "I don't know!, alas, but since there has been no change, at least it can prove that you are not a fire demon, now you can pray that your digestion skills can be strong, as for what will happen"

"What will happen?" said Morey's expression, which was indescribably ugly.

"Remember one thing," Elliot looked odd. "If you feel swollen, tell me in time!"

"Do you have a way?" said Morey, surprised.

"There's a fart! If you explode, I'd better run away!!"

Elliot rolled his eyes, and Morey was so angry that he almost picked up a rock and stuffed it in his mouth!

Although he was a little worried, after eating the bead, Morey didn't seem to feel any discomfort, the key is that he couldn't spit it out, even if it was really uncomfortable, there was no way!

Supposedly, it shouldn't have been digested so quickly!

I don't know where I've eaten it, but I don't feel like it's okay for the time being.

Morey couldn't help but smile bitterly, and had to think about it - when he was relieved in a few days, maybe he would come out.

After forcibly comforting himself in his heart, Morey shook his head helplessly, chiseled a coffin 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 after that were very dangerous, fortunately, there was no firebird that could chase them, and everything that could be thrown off was all thrown off by Morey as much as he could. If it's really difficult, he simply let Morey be the bait and lead it directly to the Winged Demon Trap!

Elliot struggled to kill them with one blow without giving them a chance to recover, so the cost was much smaller. In fact, most of the killing of firebirds before was consumed in the time of hard fighting.

Although Morey's aggressiveness is not very eye-catching, but fortunately, the degree of resistance to beatings is completely beyond the theoretical level, and the rough skin and thickness of this body are simply outrageous, even Elliot can't help but be a little surprised, when it is a bait or something, it is very slippery, so it is easy to cooperate.

After getting two more Fire Spirit Essences, this time Morey didn't dare to swallow them again, but he didn't want to waste them, so he simply opened a new magic bag and put it in a fingernail - if these could be brought to the world, they would be rare.

Elliot seems to be used to the life of the eldest young master, and he doesn't care about this money at all, and he completely lets Morey take it all away, maybe it's worth a little more than a parachute.

As the crater gets closer, poisonous black smoke rises from time to time through cracks in the ground.

Morey didn't feel anything, but Elliot was starting to get used to it. 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 since leaving the Inverted Storm, and the rumble of the storm was too far away to be heard, and as the ground got higher and higher, there was an eerie silence all that was left for the sound of footsteps and the occasional burst of magma bubbles.

"It's been a long time since I've met a fire spirit. ”

Looking at the calm appearance of passing by the magma pool, Morey's expression became cautious.

Elliot heard Morey's words from behind and interjected. "Isn't it good that you didn't run into it, do you still want to fight all the way?"

Morey shook his head. "The further back we go, the fewer Fire Spirits we encounter, because the territory occupied by the powerful Fire Spirits is very large. The most powerful guy we've ever met before, and even the range of ten magma pools is inhabited by other fire spirits,"

Speaking of this, Morey's voice became more and more solemn. "And this area is obviously the most suitable for the survival of the fire spirits, but I haven't touched any of them, do you think it will be?"

Hearing this, Eliot would be a fool if he didn't understand it anymore, and his face became equally ugly.

The slope of the ground suddenly flattened, and Morey was stunned for a moment when he suddenly remembered the record on the parchment, and his heart shook, and he hurriedly quickened his pace! After running for more than ten minutes, when he crossed a raised stone hill, the mountain suddenly shook for a while! Morey gasped and stopped--Not far away, there was a pillar of lava fire nearly 100 meters thick, rising into the sky!

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

In front of you is the eruption crater of a large volcano!!

Poisonous black smoke gushed out with the lava! The deafening roar even made people's hearts vibrate, as if they were about to be torn apart in the next second! The high-temperature lava rushed up into the black clouds, dyeing the entire sky and earth into a terrifying dark red!!

Observing a small eruption up close, I didn't expect it to be shocked! Morey lay on the ground and steadied himself, lest he fall down the mountain with the earthquake, and look at the terrifying pillar of fire in horror!

It took at least half a minute for the gushing to stop! The surrounding heat almost caused even the clothes to spontaneously combust!

The lava that rushed up into the sky rose to its highest point, and then scattered and fell down to the volcano! Some magma was smashing down on Morey, who shrank his pupils, pulled up the lid of the coffin, and slammed it open in a dangerous way!

But it still made people break out in a cold sweat - there is too much magma on the edge of the crater!!

Elliot rushed out of the sarcophagus, but his feet couldn't stand the scorching heat on the ground!

"Don't pull me!" Elliot was anxious, his teeth were grinning, obviously it was really hot!

However, Morey didn't speak, and Elliot couldn't help but look over, but found that Morey's eyes were very solemn, which made Elliot look at Morey's gaze