The key was indifferent to the battle that had just taken place. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's flapping its wings, but it's not a bird or an insect. It's just a machine. Even though Bigfoot's fate is unknown, it's still waiting for someone else to use it to open a locker.

Teng Yunshen took the key and looked at the steel box in front of him. The number "twenty-three" is engraved on it, which matches the mark of the key. Bigfoot used to worry that the locker would run away, proving that it wasn't as simple as it seemed. However, Teng Yunshen couldn't find anything strange.

He inserted the key into the lock hole and opened the locker. He was a little worried that his own person, who was not his master, would activate some kind of terrible defensive magic...... His worries proved unnecessary.

There's a lot of stuff in the cupboard.

Another key caught his eye firmly. In fact, it's hard to have someone who doesn't notice it in the first place. It's so beautiful, sparkling, with a texture somewhere between ruby and silver, reflecting a brilliant luster.

He picked up the key in a fit of fascination. He felt the magic. The key fluttered slightly, like a strong signal dialing into the silent mode of the phone, and it urged him to try it.

He pushed—a barely "push" action—the flutter of the key.

The brilliance of the gems and the brilliance of the metal poured out of his palm as if gas were erupting from a chimney. He nervously reached out and grabbed the key, which was suddenly magnified dozens of times.

If this were a movie, the protagonist would have whistled and said, "Cool!" However, Teng Yunshen just stiffly grasped the beautiful big key, and he was frightened.

Then, ten seconds later, he realized that it was almost the least scary thing of the day. He waved the key, it wasn't what looked like a sword, it was a sword, the serrations on the key were blunt, but he swung it, and he felt like he could split anything.

Teng Yunshen didn't think that Bigfoot was ready to hand over this key to it, it was too precious. However, it was wartime, and he wouldn't put his weapons back in the locker.

He recalls the moment he pushed the key, evoking bodily memories. Just as he used gravity to fly around, the wizard's magic followed a simple guideline, pushing it out, or dragging it back. He didn't need to recite the strange incantation upside down.

Teng Yunshen withdrew the key to its original size. It may be necessary for him to practice a lot so that he doesn't make a mistake in the heat of the fight, but time waits for no one.

He pulled out a basket full of small bits and pieces. Rimless glasses, red threads, sheep-headed monster statues, purple fruits, blurry maps. These are probably the things Bigfoot is going to give him, they may be useful, but they won't help him deal with hordes of enemies. He left his glasses and put the other things back, not having time to study how to use them now.

The voice is near.

Teng Yunshen put on his glasses and "pushed" them to stimulate their magic. The edges of his vision became hazy and wet, as if everything around him had been soaked in bleach. Their colors came to life and flowed paradoxically, and hazy patches of color soon covered the entire field of vision. Teng Yunshen had to take off his glasses.

The colors are back where they should be. Obviously, these glasses can help him draw the energy of color.

Next to the basket is a row of folders. Teng Yunshen ignored them and reached out to touch the white pocket in the corner...... The bag swelled in an instant, as if it was about to explode at any moment. It was warning him. Teng Yunshen took a few steps back like lightning, trembling in fear. The bag slowly returned to its original size, and lay quietly in the dark.

Teng Yunshen closed the locker and locked it.

He walked back to the dead wizard and remorsefully repented for his previous oversight. The enemy's footsteps were near, but he had not yet begun to examine the corpses.

The sorcerer who was killed was not very powerful, and he was easily eliminated by Teng Yunshen without even having much chance to perform. Teng Yunshen thought that the reason why he was able to drive such a terrifying voice must be because of borrowing external forces.

He found a long-spouted pot in the hands of the corpse. The shape is clumsy, off-white, and appears to have been molded from cement rather than ceramic. Teng Yunshen knows that no one will use cement as a material for making pots, but it will remind you of the footprints left by accidentally stepping on the cement floor that has not yet solidified on a rainy day. It has nothing to do with delicacy, and I'm afraid even the kiln in which it is fired is shoddy.

Teng Yunshen hesitantly lifted the lid of the pot. In an instant, the voice returned. The bitter cold lingered around him, the frost whispering. A bitter storm from a distant era grinds its minions and is ready to move.

He developed an intermittent connection with the spout.

The enemy is getting closer. The situation is very serious. There are so many wizards outside, but they can't resist the breath of winter. Enemies of unknown origin launch a surprise attack, and the wizards are caught off guard and slaughtered. They came armed and prepared.

If it is possible to kill a wizard using the bonuses in the Starter Pack, then enemies carrying this terrible artifact will only cause more casualties.

He aimed the spout at Bigfoot. He hesitated. In a few seconds, he might be able to lift Bigfoot's curse, but he could also be self-defeating and smash the other man to pieces...... He couldn't take the risk, he couldn't control the power of the Winter Kettle with precision.

Teng Yunshen gave up his plan to save Bigfoot. He pointed the spout towards the exit of the storage room, holding his breath as he waited for the enemy to throw himself into the net.

The first thing that comes in is the sound. It - whatever it may be - cannot see him. Teng Yunshen didn't forget to cling to the locker, protecting him from the magic of positioning and prying eyes.

Immediately after, the wizard who drove the voice walked in.

Teng Yunshen pushed the breath of the cold winter and pushed it towards the wizard. The wizard fought back with the same force, and more skillfully and powerfully. He notices that something is wrong and prepares for the situation when the Pot of Winter falls into the hands of his opponent.

The two voices collided in a rage. They exposed Teng Yunshen's long-awaited image, but it was just a scaly armor, fleeting.

The Winter Pot fell off Teng Yunshen's hand. The connection between him and it was broken. The lid of the pot recovers the spout, and the sound dies down.

The voice driven by the wizard makes a comeback.

But it had also withstood the violent impact, almost evenly matched, and the wizard's mana was more advanced than Teng Yunshen's, and it was just as insignificant compared to the majesty of Winter. It faltered, bumping between lockers.

Teng Yun rushed towards the wizard.