The Alloy Mage has fled back to the Second World. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When faced with a surprise attack, people tend to seek cover in their familiar surroundings, and if the first conditions are not met, they will retreat to the second best thing and seek cover in an environment where they can advance and retreat. The environment in the Third World is extremely harsh, and it is also a dangerous place for Alloy Mages.

Of course, he didn't just want to run away. Teng Yunshen inspired him.

Anxiety is a very destructive emotion that not only does not help people overcome difficult situations, but also makes them worse.

It is...... Fire.

If you are thrown into the forest by the god of doom and lose your bearings, it is not a good idea to set fire to the forest. It may turn the entire forest to ashes, but if you can't find a way out, you will also be doomed.

Flame appeared in people's memories earlier than civilization, it is closely related to life, and it is undoubtedly one of the things they are most familiar with, however, flame is easy to make, but difficult to control. To this day, if it is not careful, it will mercilessly destroy the people who think it has tamed it.

The urgency filled Teng Yunshen's chest, and he was like an oil can, just a little bit.

Two wizards weren't his problem, but it wasn't just two wizards that he had to solve.

The alloy mage ignited Teng Yunshen, who was chasing after him.

He stepped into a deadly trap. Teng Yunshen can see farther than him. The flame is full of undying passion, and it greedily devours everything, even itself. Teng Yun deeply absorbed this intense emotion. Powerful red mana erupted from his shell.

The winter mage who followed him into the second world waved his wand and struck a street lamp that appeared out of thin air.

Teng Yunshen's body function was pushed to the limit by the red mana. He tripped over the Alloy Mage, and almost at the same time avoided the lamppost that nearly hit him.

Immediately afterward, the Winter Mage interrupted another street lamp.

Teng Yunshen understood that the moon hanging high on the branches was the thing that the wizards of the Black Sword Society gave form...... He turned his attention to the trees that were hideous in the night.

An unknowable demon reached out from the ground and lifted the fallen orb.

The Alloy Mage scurried up from the ground at a rapid pace. The loss of a foot didn't seem to dull him. But Teng Yunshen's movements were more agile - he had already circled behind the Alloy Mage.

Winter Mage pauses attacks. If he could survive, he wouldn't mind putting the Alloy Mage in a cold storage along with Teng Yunshen. It's just that if he attacks from this angle, the unlucky one will only be the alloy mage who is in front of Teng Yunshen.

A cluster of flames burrowed into Teng Yunshen's hair.

The Alloy Mage had not given up his intention to burn Teng Yunshen to death by igniting anxiety.

Teng Yunshen gripped the Red King's blade tightly, and he slashed twice in a row when he couldn't make a move, splitting open the alloy mage's brain. However, to kill a hard statue, it's not enough. Strange magic flew out of the alloy mage's head and violently swept over Teng Yunshen's body. Then, he firmly grasped the Red King's Blade.

Teng Yunshen realized that he had once again lost his destructive power. The Alloy Mage's palm was unscathed, as if what he had grasped was a mere model rather than a sharpened weapon.

Then, the silent forest—something as dark as the sky, but even stranger—struck out, spreading its cobweb-like fingers and dragging the unsuspecting Alloy Mage into the shadows.

The night that lies dormant in the corner of people's eyes is unpredictable and ready to move. It has eyes and ears for night owls and bats, grabbing all the secrets that you have revealed when you let your guard down. It is a victorious conspirator, but it never hides anything. When it comes to falling asleep, everything in the world is its captive.

The Alloy Mage is a transcendent man, and it stands to reason that the fears of the world cannot defeat him. Yet, after all, he was a man, not a god, and he was still frightened by hurt, even death.

Teng Yunshen awakened the fear that had been sleeping in his genes.

The night is like an abstract artist's brushstrokes, reversing Teng Yunshen's tangible posture. He merges with the murderous forest.

The Winter Mage raised his wand and aimed at Teng Yunshen, shooting a highly condensed cold at the opponent.

If you're familiar with the plot of a thriller movie, you'll know that what hides in the jungle, whether it's a murderer, a beast, or some more terrifying threat, can't be defeated by a bluff attack.

Flying snowflakes startled away the creeping silence.

A monster that wasn't supposed to exist in the world poked its head out of the alloy mage's shoulder and bit down on the hissing throat around his mouth.

The flames dyed Teng Yunshen's hair red.

At this moment, what fell into his eyes was ...... A swaying water pipe. It was connected to a faucet at one end, but not at a dry flower bed at the other, but at a blank sky.

The alloy mage couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

He struggled a few times. At first, his strength was still there, and he made a lot of noise. But Teng Yunshen took away the hard properties of metal from him, and soon, he was bitten off his neck by the monster. The silence slipped back and walked over him as if stepping on a thick carpet, making only a faint sound.

The Winter Mage recited the incantation.

"Look at your shadow. Teng Yunshen reminded, his face disappearing from time to time, like moonlight peeping through the cracks in the canopy.

He is the lord of the forest. His words, like those of the spirits, have the power to deceive people's hearts.

The Winter Mage looked at the shadows on the ground.

The latter smiled excitedly: "The time has come. ”

It is ever-changing, yet obscure, like the ripples caused by a small stone falling into the surface of a lake. However, it is also the embodiment of death, and every minute, every second, awaits the opportunity to harvest one's life.

When you are buried in a huge, dark sleep, the inconspicuous shadow will be the last vessel of your life.

The Grim Reaper has captured the Winter Mage.

It is a child of destiny with a bad character, who takes pleasure in plundering life, and once it strikes, it will not give up until it achieves its goal, and will never let its prey take advantage of it.

The Alloy Mage's magic is gone.

The smell in the flowing wind faded away. The secret connection between Teng Yunshen and the forest came to an abrupt end. The dwarf bushes could no longer hide his tall frame.

The Red King's blade trembled slightly, and suddenly burst out with a sharp light.

The crown of the King of the Forest fell at his feet, but Teng Yunshen was indifferent. Winter mages can't move. Teng Yunshen raised the knife and cut his neck.