Neburdan weaved through the clouds, and it had been three days since Ivo had left the Harrican Line. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dragons have the ability to fly for long periods of time, and the wide dragon wings can glide through the air easily without effort.

The communication badge in his arms suddenly vibrate, Ivo took out the badge, and was slightly stunned, this is the badge left to him by the black lion, and he has hardly used it.

Plug in the badge and hear the voice of the black lion.

"Where are you?"

Ivo looked at the moon, "I'm in the sky." ”

“...... I have something for you, come to me. ”

The Black Lion left the position, not too far away.

Ivo looked curious, this was the first time that the black lion had taken the initiative to contact him, what was the matter with this unfathomable shaper clan looking for him?

With a slap of the dragon's horns, Ivo communicated with Neburdan through half of the dragon soul in his body, and the frost dragon spread its wings and changed the direction of its flight.

After the dragon knight tamed the dragon clan, he also communicated through the dragon soul, and the communication was only instantaneous, which was equivalent to a heart-to-heart connection. Ivo is a half-dragon knight, his fighting style is not suitable for riding, and Neburdan is too big.

The arrogant and dangerous dragon clan is extremely difficult to tame, resulting in very few dragon knights in the world, but they are all very powerful, compatible with the dragon soul, will have a part of the dragon bloodline, can enhance physical fitness, and most of the dragon knights are invincible at the same level.

The mimicry bloodline is extremely domineering, the dragon soul cannot transform Ivo's body, the mimicry bloodline is very plastic, but it is based on active devouring, in addition, whether it is the bloodline, the werewolf or the dragon clan, these highly "polluting" bloodlines cannot affect the mimic.

Overall, there are gains and losses.

Neburdan landed in a grove of trees, the wind pressure from his wings causing the trees to fall and the leaves rubbing against each other with a frequent rustling sound.

Moonlight splashed among the treetops.

Ivo jumped off the dragon and looked at the environment left and right, the trees were twenty or thirty meters high, endless, like a forest sea, this is a Seboan woodland located on the high stone plain, it is said that a large number of wild beasts are inhabited, and it is even rumored that there are dark elves.

"How do you meet here?" Ivo looked strange, Nieburdan's coercion had banished the creatures around him, but the dense claw prints on the trees meant that the Cyberian Glade was not as safe as it seemed.

Lao De suddenly raised his head and said, "There is a breath of mana." ”

Ivo wrinkled his nose and smelled a different scent, he suddenly turned around, and a figure stood quietly a hundred meters behind him, hidden in the darkness among the trees, half of his body illuminated by the moonlight.

It was a man in mage robes, his face covered in a strange metal mask, exuding a faint aura of mana, and the leaves around him swirled slowly on the ground.

"Who are you?"

Ivo pulled out Metos, hunched slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce, looking at each other vigilantly, he could feel the slightest wisp of cold hostility in the air, the comer was not good.

The masked mage suddenly raised his hand, and the invisible fluctuations spread, and bursts of beast roars sounded in the distance, and the sound of the beasts rushing quickly approached, and soon, the shadowy beast shadows pounced out of the dark woods, endlessly, the pupils of the beasts were blood-red, and they were as mad as they were, even the dragon power of Neburdan could not expel them.

"Mind sorcery that manipulates beasts. Ivo jumped inwardly and quickly threw Metos, sending his red spear flying towards the masked mage.

Murtos's [Flashback] and [Red Thunder] were Ivo's weapons against mages, and they never let him down.

This time, it was an exception!

When the red spear was thirty centimeters away from the masked mage, an arc of light flashed in the air, like an activated shield, and with a bang, the red spear sparked in the air, which was bounced away and pierced through several trees.

The masked mage is surrounded by an invisible barrier.

Ivo's eyes shrank, and a look of deep jealousy flashed.

Body-worn guards!

White-robed wizard!

Both low- and mid-level mages are weak in their ability to deal with surprise attacks, and their weak bodies can easily be severely damaged before summoning shields.

But for high-level mages, melee combat and skirmishes are no longer shortcomings, similar to the qualitative change when the three melee class ranks are raised, and the mage will undergo a qualitative change in mana when he steps into the seven rings/seven stars.

The brain domain is the source of mana, low-level mages form a cyclone like a nebula, intermediate mages resemble a vortex, and high-level mages can solidify mana to form a solid similar to a beast soul crystal, known as a magic crystal.

The more solidified the quality of the mana, the stronger the magic power will be, and the same fireball technique, the power of the white-robed wizard is more than ten times that of the black-robed wizard.

After the magic crystal is formed, the highly condensed mana will automatically generate an invisible shield to protect the mage's body, which will always exist, even if you sleep and meditate, it will not disappear, and the defense is very strong.

Every high-level mage is a fatan, with both attack and defense power.

White-robed wizards and truth wizards all belong to the category of high-level mages.

In the face of high-level mages, Murtos no longer has an advantage.

Ivo cursed, he didn't know the origin of the masked mage at all, this battle was inexplicable, he drew the twin knives of the Wind Chaser, spun his footsteps, dodged a brown wolf that pounced on him, and with a backhand slash, the blade swept through the belly of the brown wolf, and the blood spurted out, and the brown wolf was disemboweled.

"Go deal with that mage!" Ivo ordered Neburdan, the dragon is extremely resistant to magic and is the mage's nemesis.

The Frost Dragon flapped its wings and swept low towards the Masked Mage.

A tidal wave of beasts swarmed towards Ivo, his twin knives swirling, the cold light of the sword illuminating the night, his movements neat and elegant, and with a single twist of his two knives, he easily sliced through the strong muscles of the beasts, showing the strength of the elven sword technique.

After cutting down a beast, the splattered white cold knife qi could slash many beasts behind him, and the [extreme speed] increased the speed of the swing by about half, like a glimpse of floating light, and the chain of slashes looked like a knife, and the beasts couldn't dodge or defend at all, and they were splashed with blood.

Neburdan ran over with his huge body, the mage mage was still fearless, there was an extra staff in his hand, the gem at the top of the staff shone brightly, and the air within ten meters around his body suddenly appeared ripples like water, like a fluctuating lake, the huge dragon claw grabbed it, this piece of air fluctuated violently like the surface of the water, and the environment inside was distorted and shattered, including the body of the mage mage, as if it was cut into three sections by ripples.

However, just as the surface of the water would eventually return to calm, the air within ten meters gradually stopped fluctuating and returned to its original appearance, including the masked mage's body, unscathed.

Neburdan's attack was ineffective, and the power disappeared without a trace, and beyond the ten-meter area, there were traces of dragon's claws on the ground, as if the ten-meter area was completely located in another dimension.

"You're out of luck," gloated the old man, "you've met the most difficult mystical mage." ”

"Laugh at it!" Ivo said, with a black line in his head.

The occult is the weirdest form of magic, with all kinds of weird abilities emerging one after another, and every occult wizard is the toughest opponent.

Neburdan spewed out dragon breath, and the mask mage's ten-meter area fluctuated again, and it didn't stop, and gradually, a shattered crack appeared on the edge of the ten-meter area, which was a sign that the spell was about to be broken.

The masked mage suddenly raised his staff high, and recited a spell like a cannon, and the gem at the top of the staff shone brightly and dazzlingly, and Ivo subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

After a while, the bright light subsided, and Ivo slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw made him stunned.

The herd was gone, the masked mage was gone, the trees were gone, and there was nothing but an endless white wilderness, and a black full moon hanging high in the sky, and there was nothing nearby that could refer to time, like a frozen white world.

Neburdan lay on his side, shaking his head from side to side, as if suspecting that something was wrong.

Ivo was surrounded by creatures other than the familiar Neburdan, and nothing else.

"Old De, is there any mental interference?"

"No, it's not an illusion, you may have fallen into another dimension. "Is this a ...... Origin Space?"

......

In the Cyberian glade, the masked mage swept away the mad beasts with a swing of his staff.

Both Neburdan and Ivo are gone.

The black lion appeared behind the masked mage and said slowly, "What about them?"

The mage bowed his head and said respectfully, "My lord, they have fallen into my [Dark Moon] and have fallen into that space. ”

The black lion stared at him, "...... You're doing a great job. ”

He pulled out a thin gray needle with a strange aura on it, and the black lion handed the gray needle to the masked mage, "After he enters the [Stripping] passage, nail the firing needle to him." ”

"Understood. ”

(To be continued.) )