Fringira's room is very characteristic of a vampire witch.

The window was completely nailed, and there was only an iron lampstand lit with a candle lit inside.

In the middle of it was a large cauldron with blood-colored bubbles bubbling inside, and the table next to it was filled with all kinds of crystals, glass test tubes, and inside was an unknown liquid mostly dark red.

The walls are nailed with wooden wedges of all sorts of dried animal and plant specimens.

When Lothar pushed the door open, Flynn was engrossed in chanting an obscure incantation, the oppressive blood magic unleashed, apparently practicing a powerful spell.

Noticing Lothar coming in, she quickly stopped her spell and pounced excitedly: "You're back!" ”

Frigila was excited, and after becoming elite, her Blood Magic Specialization unlocked many advanced spells, which were so all-encompassing that many Bloods couldn't figure out the elixir after exhausting their entire lives.

Although Flynn was at the peak of her previous life, she was a lazy person, and her long life was mostly spent by sleep, and although these spells were rooted in her blood, they had not been studied in depth at all.

Lothar was a little overwhelmed, and pushed Flynn away, the little girl had now transformed into a big girl, and the place that should be abundant was abundant, which was completely different from the flat and open land before.

"Why do you suddenly remember to work hard?"

Flynn snorted lightly: "I kind of understand, it's better to rely on yourself than on others, if that stupid big man, even if she values your safety again, she is just a little scum who has not yet become elite, and it is no fun to expect her to protect your safety." ”

Lothar smiled a little embarrassedly, he didn't answer the words, and he didn't give Pranya an upgrade, the root cause was still with him.

"Okay, I don't blame her for the sake of her trying to redeem it afterwards, I recently researched a super powerful spell, and if I meet that old thing of Shermail, I must have scattered his ashes."

"What spell?"

She pulled Lothar to the table with great interest, and pointed to a series of spell models that she had parsed on it: "This is it—Blood Demon Body Explosion Technique!" ”

Lothar looked at it carefully for a while, he also had the ability to specialize in blood magic, and he quickly recognized several of the spell models, but the subsequent ones were a little incomprehensible.

Although he later learned some introductory spells from Anna, it was still too difficult to understand these high-level spells even in the Blood Court, and the talent of blood magic specialization was a great treasure trove, but it still needed to be developed.

But although she couldn't read it, Lothar listened to Miss Flynn chatter with interest.

It's rare for her to study spells so hard.

"In short, as long as I devour this spell thoroughly, I can bypass that old thing's spiritual barrier and directly control the blood riot in his body, and if I can't kill him, he will not be able to concentrate on casting spells."

Flynn remembered that she had been bombarded by Shermel with a spell in the blood field, and she gritted her teeth in anger, she thought that after she became an elitist, she would be able to get rid of the situation of being at the bottom of the team, but she was just about to show her might, and she was severely suppressed.

"Awesome!"

Lothar smiled and touched her head, and said with some emotion: "You've grown so tall." ”

The little girl smiled proudly: "Hehe. ”

She deliberately adjusted her figure so that Lothar would no longer treat her as a little girl.

"I heard you had an awkward fall out with Nina? Didn't you two be the best in the world before? ”

The smile on Flynn's face disappeared, and she snorted softly, "I'm not the best in the world with her." ”

Lothar couldn't help but laugh, he could tell that Flynn was actually angry a long time ago, but there was no step down.

"Alas, that's what Nina thinks anyway, it seems that she is self-inflicted."

Flynn snorted, "Yes, a stupid woman who is self-proclaimed amorous. ”

...

"Master, make a quick move."

In the desert, a young man is walking like a fly.

Behind him, an enraged behemoth was following.

The young man was also a member of Saladin's court spellcasting team, but his supernatural power came from a short sword, which he called the Reverse Blade of the King.

Legend has it that this is the dagger used by Brutus when he assassinated Gaius Julius Caesar during the ancient empire, and it is a symbol of the betrayer, condensing Caesar's disbelief in the betrayal of his adopted son before he died, as well as the panic and uneasiness in the heart of the dagger holder Brutus at that time, it is a complete murder weapon.

With the help of the extraordinary power obtained by the artifact, even if he can threaten the powerful caster of the quasi-legend, his own life level cannot be improved, not only can he not have the long life of the caster, but because this murder weapon will continue to extract the user's lifespan, causing him to die young.

After witnessing Shermel's heroic use of the wedge-shaped clay tablets that day, he decisively threw himself into the master's command, hoping to exchange it for a treasure that would last his life.

Behind him was a desert rock dragon living in the Kargach desert, a medium dragon species, although its strength was average, but that was because it could not breathe dragon breath, and in terms of hand-to-hand combat ability, it was above many high-level dragon species.

This is also the general advantage of the Earth Dragon over the Wyvern, of course, this advantage is often not played in the conflict between the two dragons, as long as the Wyvern is not a fool, it is impossible to descend and fight with the Earth Dragon.

At this time, the desert rock dragon's body was covered with small wounds, and blood splashed as it ran, and the eyes staring at the young juniors were full of hatred.

Awakened from its slumber, the rock dragon had long hated the damned intruder.

In Shermel's hand, a wedge-shaped clay tablet hung high, and an ancient piece of writing fell with a thud, slamming into the rock dragon's head.

The desert rock dragon struggled in pain, but after a while, it fell silent and bowed its head to Shermel in submission.

In the years that Shemel has been with the Karelian fire dragon, he has used the dragon blood of the Karelian fire dragon for research, and he can be regarded as half a dragon expert.

Combined with the power of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he can subdue even a dragon known for its unruliness.

There are many types of dragons, but as long as they have the blood of a true dragon, they are not much weaker, even those with thin bloodlines, often achieving the prestige of human warriors "dragon slayers", and the lower dragons with thin bloodlines are stronger than fierce beasts such as lions and tigers.

"Master, I didn't expect your attainments in 'dragon science' to be so profound, if this continues, by the time the war starts, I'm afraid we will all be able to form a dragon army."

The young man complimented.

Shermael shook his head: "It's just a group of low-to-medium dragons, which are good for those secular armies, but only slightly attract their attention to that Lothar and his mage group." ”

He doesn't dislike this young man, if he wants to live and gain knowledge, he should naturally ask for advice, and he always expects others to beg you to be his student and impart valuable knowledge to you?

The young man frowned: "There are indeed a few tricky witches under that Lothar, we may not be his opponents, how far are you from the legendary realm?" ”

"It should have been these two days."

Shermel's eyes shone with spiritual brilliance, and the world he saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw, and it was also different from the "spiritual vision" that ordinary spellcasters mastered.

Vaguely, he could even perceive the rules of the world.

The caster of the legendary realm is enough to compete with the gods, and now after Ragnarok, it is a great existence that is enough to surpass the vast majority of gods, and it is the dream goal of all spellcasters.

A high wizard, although he can cast a spell that destroys the world and destroys the world, if he is caught off guard and is besieged by a mortal armed with a golden weapon of blocking magic, there is a high probability of falling.

But if it is a legend, no matter how many mortals come, it will also deliver food.

And he is one step away, there is only a thin line left.

The barrier that stood in the way of his breakthrough, he felt that he could overcome it with just one more use of the mystic technique on the wedge-shaped clay tablet.

The young man exclaimed, "Master, are you serious? ”

"Hmm."

Shermeier nodded, and didn't show much smugness, if it weren't for the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he would probably only be able to go around at the door of the legendary realm in this life, even if he broke through the legend, he would also use a tricky method, and there was still a gap between him and those serious legendary spellcasters.

It's hard to imagine what a powerful civilization the Babylonians created in the distant age of mythology.

"Congratulations!"

Envy was written on the young man's face.

Not to mention anything else, the biggest feature of the legendary caster is its long lifespan, and I have never heard of a legendary caster who died of old age at the end of his life.

If you can become a legend, wouldn't you use the Zhuwang Reverse Blade in your hand casually to break your life every time you use it?