In fact, these dwarves were quite cooperative at first, and said something about fighting with the Red Cossacks. The Chinese of the Bayi Net was a matter of principle, such as the ******** and the position of the tribe, and they suddenly became the hardest stones, and they would never speak again. Oral has exhausted all means, and has been busy for a whole day with no results. This is something he has never encountered before, and even the dwarves of Norland have rarely been so tough. You must know that when there are enough people in any ethnic group, there will always be many cowardly and greedy guys. But the captured captives are all hard-boned, so it can only be said that they are unlucky.

"I don't have that much time!" Richard coldly interrupted Oral's words, then pointed at the middle-aged man of the red Cossack and said, "Drag him out!"

Several of the torturers opened the cell door, pulled the middle-aged man out, and put him in front of Richard.

Richard didn't say anything, but closed his eyes, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his face became a little pale. His breathing gradually soothed and calmed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was completely restored. But there was something more unclear in those bottomless pupils.

Richard Ning looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man and said, "I'm impatient, so now tell me, where is the location of the Thunder Anvil?"

The middle-aged man snorted and didn't make a sound.

Richard didn't have any angry expression, but pulled out his long sword from Oral's waist and cut off the middle-aged man's right arm with a single sword!

Blood splattered like a spring, the middle-aged man's face turned pale for a while, and he snorted, but he stood up extremely hard, let alone screamed.

Richard looked into the middle-aged man's eyes and said seriously, "I don't have any time left." Delaying my time is killing the other two people's chances of survival. And they're very important to me!"

The middle-aged man responded to Richard with an angry roar: "Then let them die!"

His left arm also fell to the ground.

"Where's the Anvil of Thunder?" Richard asked twice, but still didn't get an answer, so the middle-aged man's two legs also left his body.

"Hisoka!" Richard shouted. The boy couldn't control the trembling of his hands, but he still insisted on completing a treatment for a slight injury. This magic can only slow down the blood flow of middle-aged people and make them die more slowly. With such a large wound, the treatment of minor injuries has completely failed to stop bleeding.

Richard returned the sword to Orar, and the elven poet noticed that the knuckles of his sword had turned white, a sign of overexertion, indicating that Richard was not at all as calm as he appeared to be, and that deep down he was already filled with surging rage, and that the hour could erupt like a volcano!

Richard took a square scarf and wiped the blood from his hands as he said to Oraar, "You can rest and come back tomorrow morning." If they don't give in by tomorrow night, they will all have their limbs cut off and thrown out of the city!"

"Yes, master!" Oral agreed, bowing his head. For some reason, Richard hadn't given more and more cruel orders before, but none of them made him shudder this time. It seemed that in just a few days, his master suddenly changed.

It wasn't until Richard left the torture chamber that the elven poet relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then the thick sweat suddenly poured out, penetrating the inside and outside of the clothes, and it was indescribably uncomfortable. Oral glanced at his captives hatefully, cursed a few words, told his torturers to watch over them, and left the underground chamber.

Oral only felt extremely depressed tonight, like something was blocked in his chest. He felt he had to find a place to have a drink to get better.

Back in his room, Richard closed the door, forced himself to be quiet, and tried to start meditating.

In the depths of his body, Akmund's veins were still roaring and boiling, giving him a strong urge to tear apart all the obstacles that dared to stand in his way!

Richard sat still, calming his restless blood, and his consciousness gradually fell silent.

The sea of consciousness was at first an absolute darkness, and then a blue starlight rose and gradually illuminated the corner of the darkness. Richard's form was surrounded by blue stars, and appeared in his field of vision. It's just that what he sees at this time is not the ** that appears in the mirror image every day, but a transparent outline, in which a faint light mist is constantly circulating.

These faintly colored light mist are Richard's current magic, and he only needs to be intentional, and his wisdom talent will calculate the total amount of magic power in his thoughts, and it will be accurate to a single digit. As an eleventh-level mage, Richard now has a total amount of nearly 800 mana, and will soon step into the ranks of twelfth-level mages.

The color of light in mana represents the distribution of the various elemental forces. Richard's colored magic is in a balanced state of chaos, without any tendencies, which is also one of the most common magical attributes.

Everywhere in the body, there are countless dense layers of dark red webs, as thin as spider webs. If Richard used his mental power to observe and constantly zoomed in on the local area, he could see that those dark red filaments were actually like blood vessels, but the blood flowing in them was hot and close to boiling. It was not the first time that Richard had observed this scene during meditation, and he had long known that it was not a real blood vessel, but an embodiment of energy, the meaning of Akmund's bloodline.

There is an incredible amount of power in Akmund's bloodline, and Richard has only awakened to the second layer, and the new ability 'Fiery' he has obtained is already extremely powerful. In the fiery state, Richard's cast speed can be increased by 20%! The specific limitation is that the bloodline power that Richard has developed is not deep enough, so he can no longer use burst at the same time when using fiery, and thus gets the greatest means of saving his life in melee combat.

And in the deepest part of the body, there is a vague giant tree, with luxuriant branches, entangled and coiled, but it is stretched to the extreme and merges with the dark red silk mesh, and the root cannot be traced, and the top cannot be seen clearly.

The extended root system of the giant tree has five main trunks growing around it, but except for one trunk with a few branched leaves, the other trunks are almost bare. This is the manifestation of Richard's elven bloodline, and the five main trunks represent the five directions of the development of the elven bloodline, namely nature, elemental, rejuvenatory, phantasmagor, and lunar power. The most luxuriant is nature, which is the source of power for Richard's natural summoning spells to get bonuses, and in addition, the moon power has also developed slightly. The other three trunks show no signs of development at all.

The mist-like magic swirled between the giant trees and the cobwebs, seeping into the two bloodlines and overflowing again. When entering and exiting, there is a very small loss of magic power, which would not have been noticeable if it had not been for Richard's keen perception and repeated efforts to pay attention.

ps: First update.

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