In the more than three years that Angli has been on the shore, although his mental power has been completely stabilized in the gasification stage, the gap between him and liquefaction has hardly shortened. So in the later stage, there is almost no progress, and you can only spend your energy on other aspects.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to return to the wizards' gathering.

Only wizard gatherings will have resource points to find potions for advancement. It is also the hunting potion he needs to advance now. It is impossible for this medicine to be sold on the market, and it is only possible in the organization.

And Anglie didn't even know the prescription, the materials needed, he just knew that he needed this potion.

Originally, he planned to go directly to the Sixth Ring Tower to see if he could find the recipe for the potion and the secret of the concept armament. It's a pity that events change too quickly. After he fought back and killed the three wizards on the ship, he knew that the situation was not optimistic.

The two white-robed ones are just small organizations, so don't worry about it, but the black-robed ones are in trouble.

In a dense and shady forest.

The early morning mist filled the forest with white clouds, and a strange whining sound could be faintly heard in the distance.

A tall, strong figure slowly moved forward in the mist. He was dressed in a dark red hunting suit, carrying a giant metal bow more than a man tall on his back, and holding a black package and a cross sword in his hand, with a hint of dark red still remaining on the blade. A long brown hair, also wet with mist, stuck together and scattered over his shoulders.

Anglie had been in the woods for four days.

He kept following the wheel prints and footprints under his feet. It's a pity that I haven't met any people.

When you step on the black soil on the ground, you make a sticky sound.

From time to time, Angele's eyes lit up with a little blue, and he kept being vigilant left and right.

Pump!!

Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream came from the left.

Anglie met the scream head-on and swung his sword with a slash.

Boom!

A fist-sized black shadow was suddenly knocked away, slamming into the trunk of a tree on the side and rolling down. After a few struggles, there was no movement.

Angre strode over, crouched down and stabbed the black shadow with a sword, then picked it up.

On the tip of the sword is a fat white rabbit.

The rabbit was the size of a human head, and its whole body was snow-white, but its eyes were blood-red and shiny, and there were two snake-like white fangs on the side of its mouth.

Angre ripped the rabbit off with one hand, frowned, and then gently crumpled it into a ball, which was exactly the size of a fist.

He took the rabbit and found a place to put it next to the tree, then went around and around, picked up some dry wood, and came back and piled it up.

Reach out and point at the pyre.

Call.

The dry wood suddenly ignited automatically, and the red halo looked extremely hazy in the mist.

Anglie sat by the fire, brought the rabbit over, and began to carefully skin and gut it.

As the fire burned, the fog in the vicinity seemed to be much smaller, and the surroundings were much clearer. Angliel handled the rabbit, crossed the sword in a string, and directly pierced the tip of the sword into the trunk of the big tree on one side, and the sword body was horizontal in the air, just above the flames, and began to grill the rabbit meat in the air.

He took a large hydration bag from his waist and shook it gently, and there was only a small bits left in it. He took a sip and put it away.

As the rabbit meat gradually turns yellow, it begins to drip oil. The white mist in the woods gradually dispersed.

Around Angle, there are endless straight trees on all sides, no large bushes, no tall grasses, and occasionally bare black earth and thick yellow leaves in some places, and then large areas of low green meadows.

Each tree in the woods is unusually tall and straight. It's like sticks stuck in the ground.

Angre tore off the cross sword, tore off a large piece of the barbecued rabbit meat, waited for it to be cold for a while, and then blew it again before sending it directly into his mouth and chewing it.

The rabbit meat was tender and tasted like boiled chicken pieces, but there was no such thing as spices, and Anglie had to settle it.

Halfway through his meal, Angele suddenly put down the rabbit meat and turned his head to look behind him, his eyes glowing slightly blue.

Through the white mist, a vague black shadow was slowly walking in this direction. The figure was a little blurry, and it seemed to be dressed in a black robe.

Anglie put down the rabbit meat, stood up, and slowly removed the bow and arrow from his back. He stood motionless by the tree, staring at the dark figure.

The other party stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, making the sound of dead leaves being trampled, very rhythmic, getting closer and closer.

And faintly, a faint smell of corpses wafted from afar.

Anglie's face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a red oval leaf from his waist pouch and covered his nose.

"Thor's light, is it on you?" the figure said in the distance. The voice was crisp and pleasant, clearly the voice of a young woman.

Angre threw away the red leaves, pulled the bow with both hands, and slowly condensed a black arrow and placed it on the bow.

"Thor's Light? What is that? Who are you? Suddenly running out and asking some inexplicable question?" replied Anglie calmly.

"You killed Calello on the apprentice's ship, and hand over Thor's Light, and I can let you go." The female black robe's tone was calm, but there was a hint of absolute confidence. "Calello has entered the liquefaction stage, you sneaked up while he was fighting with the two white robes, right? ”

She drew closer and came into view.

She has long black seaweed hair, black eyes, black lips, and a black robe that looks like a long skirt.

Except for the pale skin, the woman's whole body was black, and her complexion was not bloody, and it was as pale as a dead person.

The woman stopped more than ten meters away from Anglie, and looked at Anglie quietly, her facial features were exquisite, her black lips were pursed, her eyes were indifferent without any warmth, and there was a faint temperament of dead silence.

"My name is Elsa. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Angliel said lightly, frowning.

"Thor's Light, a white and silver-veined breastplate. You don't have to deny it, I smell Calellilo's death in you. The woman named Aisha looked calm.

Angel looked at the woman and smiled slightly.

"Well, I'll admit that I killed Calellilo. I didn't expect you to have the means to find it. I can see you're not here to avenge Calellio, but that Thor's Light is a fake."

"I said, hand it over, and I'll let you go alive. Aisha interrupted directly.

"Looks like you don't believe me?" Angliel frowned, "I'll show you the evidence." ”

He kicked out a black cloth package that he was carrying at his feet.

The package rolled and was kicked straight in front of Elsa. The black cloth spreads out, revealing the false Thor's Light leather armor inside.

She looked down.

"It's really fake. ”

"Alright, we don't have to fight now. A slight smile crossed Angliel's face.

"Where is it?" Aisha asked faintly.

Angle's face froze.

"I told you, that's what I got from the boat. Really, how do I know?" he narrowed his eyes, "Or do you think I'm scared of you?" A hint of danger slowly emanated from him.

Elsa's delicate face was filled with interest.

"So you really killed Calellio yourself? If so, then it's time to use you to configure my new medicine. ”

She smiled.

Sizzle

A strange hissing sound faintly came from its body.

Aisha's hands hung down, and a puff of black smoke quickly poured out from under her feet, and the black smoke was unusually thick, flowing out from under her robes. The grass and insects on the ground were quickly corroded into pools of black pus, and then quickly volatilized into black smoke, which was added to the diffuse smoke.

Billowing black smoke like ink soon spread in all directions. With her as the center, a circular black shadow quickly covered more and more wooded meadows.

If you look at it from above, the large green grass looks like a little black spot on the green curtain that is rapidly expanding.

Black smoke quickly took over everything around it.

Angre slowly stepped back, staring warily at the billowing smoke in front of him.

Laugh at!

He shot an arrow.

The black arrow almost instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and slammed into the black-robed witch Aisha.

But the strange thing is that Aisha showed a mysterious smile on her face, and the whole person actually melted quickly like a candle, and the originally white facial features were quickly deformed and distorted, turning into drops of black slime and falling into the black smoke at her feet.

After a while, Aisha's whole person melted directly into a cloud of black smoke, blending into the large group of smoke. With a snap, the robe on her body fell directly in place, empty.

Angle's eyes narrowed, and his steps retreated faster and faster. The black arrow that shot out had been completely submerged in countless smoke, and completely turned into a pool of black water.

The black smoke quickly surrounded Anglie, and like a living creature, it actually began to circle backwards, cutting off the back road.

The grass and fallen leaves on the ground quickly melted, helping the black smoke, but the trees were fine, only slightly darkened.

Angre reached out and felt a heart with a pale green glimmer from his waist pouch.

He whispered a broken sentence.

With a snort, the phosphorescent heart suddenly erupted with an arm-thick green flame, and the translucent flame slammed into the black smoke not far away.

Immediately, a green flame flew out, but it was soon drowned out by a steady stream of black smoke. Completely gone.

Anglie's complexion changed slightly. Suddenly, behind him, a cloud of black smoke appeared out of thin air, silently condensing into a human form, it was Elsa, she was wrapped in black smoke, and suddenly stretched out her hands to touch Angle's neck.

A blue light flashed in Angliel's eyes and he turned sharply.

Laugh at!!

The cross sword slashed into the air.

"Die!" Angliel roared, and the skin on his body quickly melted, turning into streams of silvery metallic liquid, which quickly floated and fixed in the air beside him.

The liquid metal quickly condensed into a small blade with a handle, and with a touch of his hand, all the dense thin blades were suddenly attached with blue electricity.

The crackling sound of electricity suddenly drowned out the other sounds around it. Bright blue electric light illuminated Angele's entire body blue.

With a wave of his hand, all the blades with blue electricity suddenly flew up and began to rotate around him rapidly.

With a whooshing sound, the spinning blades grew faster and faster, gradually turning into blue lines that surrounded all the voids around Angliel.

The black smoke and the blue line quickly collided together, and some of them were offset by the faint cut. And the blue light was faintly dimmed.

The large black smoke seemed to be a little irritable because it was blocked, and they jumped and rolled.

Suddenly, black smoke quickly stretched out several tentacles and rushed towards Angle. The blue light continued to penetrate the tentacles, but it could not be completely canceled out. Just make it a little lighter.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Anglie's face.

(To be continued)