The young man's indifferent expression, as well as the indifference in his tone when he said this, this kind of performance made the wind wolf shaman Qi Ji in the eyes of the dusky old man flash away, he bowed his hand respectfully to the young man, and sneered: "Your Excellency the Witch King is wrong with this, although Yimi Ruoer was rescued by our clan, but she went to stay all by her own thoughts, if she really wants to leave, the old man has no reason to stop her." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Old fox.

Listening to the wind wolf shaman's answer, the young man couldn't help but slander, this wind wolf shaman, the words and deeds of the refusal are just right, well versed in this kind of constant Tai Chi diplomacy, if the young man retracts his promise according to his words, he will lose his trust in front of his subordinates, which is not conducive to his rewards and punishments in the future of the big grave.

"If you don't mind, the young lady named Imira, can you join my team?" the young man suddenly turned to beckoning to Imirael among the rock soldiers.

Since the old fox played prevarication, he simply put the issue aside for the time being and turned the conversation to the person concerned.

"Huh?"

Emiror, who had been immersed in spellcasting, was suddenly called out, and the druid's concentration on life sacrifice came to an abrupt end, and the surrounding rock soldiers lost their source of strength, and immediately collapsed like a building with a collapsed foundation.

She blinked, surprised to find that there were no more rotting corpses standing, and then reacted again, looking at the boy with an apologetic face.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. After bowing politely and apologizing, Yimiruo said to the young man with awe, "I take the liberty of asking, where are you going?"

"North, the human world. The boy replied without hesitation.

As soon as he spoke, the first person to react with surprise was not Imiror or any of the Wind Wolf Tribal Elves present, but the old human mage who was watching from afar, and when he heard the word "going north", his weak body was already standing up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and he turned into two steps and ran quickly in front of the young man, blocking Imira's excited grabbing him.

But he didn't even touch the boy with his fingers, and he was immediately frightened by a strong wind that swept back, and his robe was soaked with cold sweat, and he peeked at the shadow in fear, and saw that there was a dagger in his hand quietly retracted and returned, and he couldn't help but speak in a trembling voice.

"Seventh-Order Stalker, boy, your family's guards don't have any idle people. ”

The boy shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and reached out to remove the obnoxious old fellow, but the old man quickly waved his hand to signal that he had something to say, and the boy stopped.

The old man smiled and said very courteously: "What, Your Excellency the Witch King, is your team still short of an elderly magician with strong mana? ”

"Whatever you want, don't get in my way. The young man pushed him away, looked at Yimiruo'er, whose pretty face was a deep groan, and asked softly, "Have you thought about it?"

Hearing this, Yimi Ruoer's hesitant expression was shaken a little, and soon, the hesitation on her face dissipated, and she replied with a smile: "Senior, I have thought about it, I will follow your footsteps from now on, and what you want is what Ruo'er does." ”

Indeed, to be able to follow such a hidden strong man, those who always covet themselves should also be discouraged, right?

"Beautiful Miss Druid, your magical talent seems to be directly proportional to your appearance, do you have any intention of cultivating under the door of my Archmage Anthony, I dare to guarantee that you can completely destroy that five-line spirit within ten years. ”

Hearing the old man's demagogic words, Locke, who was lying on the ground basking in the sun, suddenly jumped up, pointed at the old man and shouted angrily: "Old fellow, what are you talking nonsense, I, Locke, am an unprecedented genius, except for the Witch King, who can up?"

The old man whistled twice, and without answering, he walked around with his hands behind his back to look at the scenery, so angry that Locke almost rushed up to fight the brazen old mage to the death.

"Shadow, bring the bruised elf on the stage back to the Great Tomb, Anthony, Locke, Frando, and Emiror, and prepare to set off for the north. After the young man gave the order, he turned around and was about to walk out of the basin, when he suddenly heard the hurried voice of the wind wolf shaman.

"Your Excellency the Witch King, can you grant the old man a request before leaving?"

The young man turned his head indifferently, but he was secretly laughing in his heart that the old fox finally couldn't hide his tail, so he pretended to bow his head slightly generously.

The wind wolf shaman breathed a sigh of relief, his old face put on a sincere expression, and said respectfully: "Can you allow our clan to move to the vicinity of your station in a bold and reckless manner? ”

"It's that simple?" the young man was shocked in his heart, but his face was very calm and promised: "I have promised this matter, and you will not stop you from stationing the big tomb wherever you want." ”

With that, with three different types of elven subordinates and a vaunted mage bodyguard, he took the first step out of the Wind Wolf Tribe and began a long journey north.

After the young man walked away, watching the shadow disappear from his sight until his breath also dissipated, Claire, whose nerves were tense and almost suffocated, could finally breathe freely, leaned on the wooden railing of the fire platform, looked at the wind wolf shaman with a solemn expression, and couldn't help asking: "Clansman, you obviously have the strength to keep them, why do you deign to condescend to please the hateful humans?"

The wind wolf shaman glanced at her, was silent for a long time, and said solemnly in a majestic voice: " A few days ago, after the wind in the forest sounded the earth-shaking roar, the old man went to investigate without telling you, and found that even the seventh-order demonic beasts could not surpass its realm of the tomb city, and the breath emanating from it was at least ten or more than the peak of the forest emperor, and this so-called human being known as the witch king was actually the owner of this tomb city, although he was weak and weak, but facing him with the old man's spiritual power, it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, his spiritual power was so strong, it was the most terrifying human being that the old man had encountered, otherwise why do you think the old man was so arbitrary？”

Ignoring Claire, who was already shocked and speechless, the Wind Wolf Shaman waved his staff and announced the whole clan in a loud voice.

"Everyone obeys the order, pack up their salutes, and migrate to the wind plain in the forest!"

......

After waking up, Lin Mu slowly opened and closed his eyes for a long time, and the blazing midday sun fell on his whole body through the broken window, and the heavy quilt made him sweat a lot.

Quickly lifting the soaked futon, Lin Mu sat on the bed and looked forward.

In an instant, he was stunned, he actually saw that the coachman who tied his hands and feet to the table and chair under his own coercion yesterday woke up at this night and turned into a pretty woman with a hot body, and the peaks and mountains on his chest were more contoured under the thick rope, and she still closed her eyes and took a nap, which made this scene a little exciting.

Lin Mu was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, his heart said that this incarnation thaumaturgy is really powerful, and it can actually make such a graceful beauty turn into a middle-aged Luther in her forties and fifties, and the art of seizing heaven and earth.

"It seems that my predecessor once had the experience of performing incarnation thaumaturgy, but in order to get close to Gongsun Muling, he often turned into a maid of the Gongsun family to do it...... What's the matter?"

Speculating at this point, Lin Mu's face was a lot stranger, and he felt that the Lin family seemed to have a reason for rejecting his predecessor so much.

"This woman's name is Su Qi, a disciple of the outer sect of the Hidden Heaven Sect, and she also went out to practice and had no money to return to the sect, hehe, she is more like a wandering Taoist priest who deceives everywhere. ”

Looking at Su Qi's quiet pretty face, recalling her explanation of the incarnation potion last night, the corners of Lin Mu's mouth swept up a faint arc.

With these bottles of incarnation potion, there is some security for acting outside in the future, and it is estimated that Su Qi has also escaped countless rapes and troubles with this so-called "incarnation technique".

Just when Lin Mu was stealing fun, Su Qi, who had slept enough, gradually opened her eyes, and when she saw Lin Mu, her quiet cheeks erupted with a long-standing sense of shame.

"Bastard, are you a god of sleep? You can actually lie in bed and sleep all morning on such a hot day, the old lady is about to shout hoarse, and you still sleep in the bed like a dead pig, making pig soup?