After three days and three nights of escape, Lynch got rid of the magician and the black dragon, came to a small town, and drilled into the alleys. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The six senses of a mage are extremely sensitive, and if you seal your magic, there will be a glimmer of life. ”

At this moment, the wizard pointed out another clear way, at the cost of sealing, to reduce the risk of detection.

This is a helpless move, suppressing the magic and changing the aura on the body as much as possible.

"You teach me how to suppress it, and then find a place to hide. Lynch thought for a moment and agreed.

The magic circuit is imprinted in the bones and flesh, and it always ingests a steady stream of magic power in case of emergency. If you want to suppress the magic power, you must seal the magic circuit and make the corresponding part of it useless.

Ordinary magicians would not dare to do it at all, and they would not have succeeded or even died because of it. Mana is the life of a magician, and the magic circuit is the life of mana, and the slightest mistake can cause an unbearable price.

Fortunately, Lynch has the help of a wizard, a legendary powerhouse has reached the pinnacle of research on the magic pattern circuit, so he is naturally not afraid of hurting anything, as long as he has a thought, he can recover his true strength at any time.

"What are the chances of a wizard if I get close to the mage in hand-to-hand combat?" Lynch grinned, the feeling of sealing the magic circuit was too uncomfortable, as if he was dismembering him.

The magic circuit is like a part of the body, cutting off the corresponding part with strong spiritual power, and then arranging the lower barrier, so that an area loses its original function and becomes gray, and it is no longer able to absorb and preserve mana.

The pain first came, and the sound of broken bones could be heard, which was reorganizing the body, and then, the whole person fell to the ground and spasmed, foaming at the mouth, and almost passed out.

That kind of pain is not a heart-rending pain, it is like a thousand knives churning in the body, making it itchy and painful, making people unable to live or die.

Lynch's forehead was covered with sweat, and his two hands crawled fiercely across the ground, leaving five marks and a faint trace of blood. In the end, he relieved himself and was done.

"You should ask about mortality. The wizard didn't hide it, with a slight mockery.

Lynch took out a few mouthfuls of blood, leaned on the wall with one hand, and could speak for a long time, and said: "I am the gift of inheriting six times the crit of liberation, and I can barely fight against the great swordsman, the mere magician, cut, can't I still beat it?"

"You're still too young, the magician's methods are terrifying, you have to remember, you can take on another ten great swordsmen, and don't face one magician alone. The wizard sighed and continued:

"Gifted liberation is powerful, but this world is not without blessing crit chance talent or magic equipment, you are very impulsive. ”

The wizard is telling the truth, although there are not many inheritors of the ancient bloodline, but there are also many, in that era, that golden age, there are no strange talents of high talents, magic has reached the peak of brilliance, and the existence of superior mysteries can be seen anytime and anywhere.

"The artifact is coming, the holy war is now, this is a divine thought, when I am sleeping, it has been echoing in the darkness, maybe one day, you will face all kinds of enemies because of me, spend all day in killing, are you afraid?"

The wizard's voice is vicissitudes, but it is also very soft, as if he is talking to himself, always saying unbelievable things.

"If there is really a holy war, I, Lynch, will definitely stand in everyone's faces, the men will be caught as slaves, and the women will be pets, hehe, as for that dragon, find a time to torture it, I don't know how many layers of skin I took off that time. Lynch raised his eyebrows, smiled very treacherously, and immediately recovered his spirits.

The wizard was amused, and did not know what to say about this young man, but at some point, he had already recognized his existence and became a disciple.

Stormwind was once the largest capital of humanity, the core area of the entire Alliance, providing not only protection for humans, but also a place for members such as elves and dwarves to live, and even allowed them to build cities within the territory and be protected by paladins. The Holy See of Light is the main religion in Stormwind, providing paladins for royalty all year round, but within the city, these knights will remove their heavy steel armor and replace it with simple light armor so that they can hunt down the fugitives at any time.

However, apart from the blue flag at the entrance of the town, which symbolizes the jurisdiction of Stormwind, Lynch has difficulty associating what he sees and hears here with human society.

It was still daytime, but the whole town seemed to be surrounded by haze, groggy, lifeless, and full of life. On the road, there are mostly passers-by walking in cloaks, silently focusing on their feet, even if there are obstacles in front of them, they can avoid them wonderfully, as if they know.

The deeper you go inside, the more obvious this strange sight becomes, not only pedestrians in cloaks, but also wanderers everywhere on the road, lying directly on the ground and falling asleep, in the alleys, a pair of white thighs will be stretched out, and the woman with a cloak lights a cigarette, and opens the private part to everyone who passes by, and makes a rippling laugh.

As he walked along the road, he could always feel the gaze from all directions, ill-willed, arrogant, and curious, and the feeling was like looking at a strange object, which was creepy.

What exactly is this place?

Fortunately, Lynch hadn't cleaned it before he came, and he was still the same savage who survived in the wilderness, no different from those half-dead wanderers on the ground.

"New here, I haven't seen you, tell me, what kind of crime did you let go, and you fled here. ”

It was an old man with gray hair, lying lazily on a sack, his voice feeling no emotion, as if he was asking about a very ordinary matter.

Lynch nodded, suppressed his voice, and said, "I'm a wanderer, and I came here unconsciously, isn't this a place under the jurisdiction of Stormwind? Why is this so....... of?"

The latter words are difficult for Lynch to speak, the eerie atmosphere, the uninhibited laughter of women, and the wanderers lying everywhere on the ground, who knows which one is a corpse and which one is a living person?

"This town is called Turbulence Town, a complex place where Shadowmoon City, Stormwind City borders and wild areas meet, and because of its special location, it is not under the jurisdiction of any force, and has become the preferred refuge for some criminals and dark magicians. The old man's cloudy eyes brightened, glanced lightly, and continued:

"It's a mess here, it's an alternative Sin City, so to speak, it's best to get out of here before dark, or you'll know what purgatory on earth is. ”

Lynch frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Lynch's heart jumped, and he hurriedly hid behind the sack, and pressed his head, and saw the magician of Dalaran walking down the street.

It's just that this time the magician is not so majestic, and even the chains of order around him have converged, plain and bland, and his face is extremely dignified.

"This can catch up! The old immortal wants to kill me, I want to be crazy, right?" Lynch's eyes were suspicious, how extraordinary this town really was, even the magicians of Dalaran had to be so careful.

You must know that the magicians of Dalaran are not even afraid of the Holy See of Light, even if they kill a priest, the other party will respectfully send you out, but this time, the situation is completely different, and it seems that they are afraid of something.

"He's afraid of the forces here!"