It was the longest battle Locke had ever fought in recent years.

It had been holding on for three hours before the magic surge of the gray-robed magician had a downward trend, and the effect of the boiling potion was stronger than Locke had imagined.

Needless to say, this must have been a life-saving item given to this gray-robed mage by an official magician.

But the gray-robed magician was unlucky, and met the combination of Locke and the scorpion dragon Fermo, the scorpion dragon's hard leather armor and Locke's keen body took advantage of the battle with the gray-robed magician.

Finally, fighting a hard grip of death, Locke sent the sword into the heart of the gray-robed magician.

Staring incredulously at the longsword in his chest, the gray-robed magician staggered two steps before falling.

Locke was in a very poor state at this time, and with one-third of his body armor scrapped, he still couldn't withstand all the death power with the protection of the scorpion dragon.

There was a large area of necrosis in his body, and if he hadn't been held up, he would have collapsed a long time ago.

Can't stay here any longer, Locke put his blood pressure in his heart, and after collecting the corpse of the gray-robed mage with the spatial ring, he jumped onto the back of the scorpion dragon Fermo.

"Let's go, go to the southeast!" Locke ordered.

The scorpion dragon strode in a southeasterly direction.

Similar to Locke, the manticore dragon was also embarrassed at this time.

Scarlet blood flowed sideways, and dark green scale armor was turned up everywhere, but fortunately, the scorpion dragon was a dark demonic beast, and it was still somewhat resistant to the corrosion of necromantic magic.

However, despite this, the scorpion dragon has also been consumed with a small half of its life, and with the thickness of its life, if there is no corresponding potion or energy supplement, it may take years to relieve itself.

Not long after Locke and the Manticore's departure, the trialists arrived from far and wide.

The remnants of the battle on the ground shocked many people who only had mid-level strength, and the elemental energy of the riot in the air showed what kind of elemental agitation existed here not long ago.

"To chase or not to chase?" is the thought of the vast majority of people.

The direction in which Locke fled in the scorpion dragon was not carefully groomed, and it was easy for an experienced person to follow.

After a fierce battle, this person has absolutely great strength, and if he can be killed, that amount of points alone is enough to make people's hearts move.

I was very moved, but in practice, few people responded.

The huge footprints of the monster on the way told them that this powerhouse was likely to have a large mount or pet.

It's not accurate to define the strength of a Warcraft by its size, but it does apply to the vast majority of Warcraft.

After all, there are only a few strong people who can resist the temptation, and many people chase after the footprints of the scorpion dragon with a slight movement of their eyes.

There are also some sensible people who choose to stop, it is only the third day to provoke such a powerful existence, even if they have obtained a large number of points, it is possible to have a life to take it, and there is no life to spend, and the fiercest battle will definitely be in the last two days, not now.

In the thorn bush of the evening, in a hidden cave, Locke gritted his teeth and gouged away the necrotic flesh from his abdomen.

The miraculous effect of the essence of activation lies in the vitality and vitality, and it does not have much effect on curing diseases.

Instead of waiting for these necrotic flesh to get better, Locke should just strip them off and grow new flesh with the help of the powerful hematopoietic function and the auxiliary regeneration function of the activated essence.

A pool of gray and white dead flesh was cut off by Locke and thrown to the ground, and the ironthorn grass, which was as hard as a stone, actually rose white smoke under this pile of flesh, and it softened and melted in a short time.

No wonder it is difficult for a quasi-knight to have offspring with a human woman, judging from this physique alone, the quasi-knight can no longer be called a human, how can the skin of a human endure the corrosive substances that melt the stone.

There were a lot of wounds on his body, and Locke finally spent four daggers to remove the rotten flesh from his body.

After taking two vials of Activated Essence and one Activated Heart Core, Locke waited quietly to recover.

The four daggers didn't belong to Locke, and he hadn't stopped for a moment since he had finished his battle with the gray-robed magician yesterday.

Because the scorpion dragon was injured and his speed was impaired, from time to time the trialists caught up and tried to kill him.

These speculators, without exception, have become the souls of Locke's sword, and they have also become a great tonic for the scorpion dragon Fei Mo to recover his strength.

Even with his own medal points, he keeps beating and improving.

However, Locke did not take it lightly, and after blocking the attack of the first wave of pursuers, he immediately decided to let the manticore dragon take him deep into the jungle.

He wasn't ready to be killed by a sea of tactics.

"Hiss~" moved his body slightly, and the sharp tearing pain made Locke, a man with a will like steel, couldn't help but look hideous and gasp a few breaths of cold air.

Through his devastated body, Locke could see his lungs still undulating.

Fortunately, the protection of each armor near the breastplate would have been strengthened, otherwise Locke's lobes would have been burned through.

"At least two days. Locke gave himself a deadline for recovery.

Within two days, Locke was able to recover eighty percent of his strength under the dual effects of a sufficient amount of cherished potions and the essence of activation.

The scorpion dragon Fei Mo is a little stronger than him, after all, it is a demonic beast physique, and under Locke's feeding regardless of the cost, the strength of the scorpion dragon can be restored to ninety.

It is generally difficult for the strong people or individuals of many organizations to fight the killers, because the result of the battle, no matter which side wins, is extremely unacceptable to both sides.

In the same level, except for a certain aspect that can cause crushing, no one is a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others, and a little carelessness can pull you into the water.

Locke didn't regret this battle, if he was given another choice, he would still fight this gray-robed magician, but at that time, he wouldn't be so embarrassed if he was prepared.

The wandering between life and death and the painful scars made Locke feel like he was one step closer to that barrier.

How tempting it is to become a first-class powerhouse, please be bound by the gravitational force of the plane, fly into the sky, participate in the foreign invasion wars of the wizarding world again and again, and step by step to the top powerhouse.

Locke is not a cultivator, and if possible, he would prefer to go to the top in the company of his family.

"Anyway, I'm going to decide on that elven potion! It's a pity that the leaf of life is such a treasure, alas. Locke sighed.

The treasure that can be promoted to the next level is also a rare and extremely heavy treasure in the Holy Tower of the Western Three Islands, with Angelina's mentorship and identity, it is still possible to use it when he is promoted, but it is impossible to give it to Locke, a knight who is not close to the Holy Tower.

That's another reason why Rock went out to the East Coast.

"Look at how many points this guy has!" Remembering that the gray-robed magician's medal was still in the spatial ring, Locke hurriedly took it out.

"Good fellow, four hundred and twenty-one points!" This is not much different from the points in the Locke Medal.