In the early morning, the sun rises over the horizon, and the dawn sun illuminates the entire western mountain range.

Herag emerged from his tent and breathed in the fresh mountain air.

A drop of dew dripped from the branch on his head and fell on his face, feeling cold and cold.

The fire outside the tent had been extinguished, and only some of the charcoal fires were still radiating heat.

Herag threw a few sticks of dry wood into it, manipulating the fire energy particles to rekindle the fire.

There was a pot hanging from the fire, which contained the food that had not been eaten last night, and he was going to warm it up for breakfast.

Ferid heard movement and woke up sleepy-eyed.

Not every wizard uses meditation instead of sleeping every day, and many are unable to work as hard and discipline as Herag.

It was even more difficult for a man like Ferid who had difficulty in being promoted to a full-fledged wizard, and he chose to sleep comfortably.

Herag was stirring the porridge in the pot when his hand suddenly stopped, and a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Absolute defense!"

Colorful shields appeared instantly, and Ferid was a little puzzled to see what was happening.

In the next second, an extremely terrifying momentum fell from the sky, and Ferid was crushed to the ground.

A bloody hand fell from the sky and slapped directly at Herag.

The shield on Herag's body lasted for a few seconds, then cracked like a spider's web, and then shattered.

Then Herag flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

He seized the moment and took out the muttering water balloon and immediately informed Barty.

"Official Wizard!"

The word popped into Herag's mind, only an official wizard had such an imposing momentum, and only an official wizard could break through his absolute defenses with one move.

"Deep Blue, how many degrees did you attack just now?"

"After testing, the attack intensity was about 21 degrees."

Herag's expression was solemn, and just one spell attack had 21 degrees, which was obviously a first-level spell, and it was not an order of magnitude with ordinary zero-level spells.

When he landed on the ground, all the buff spells had been blessed on him.

The problem now is that he doesn't know who the enemy is and where he is.

Just when the porridge was cooking, Deep Blue detected a strong magic fluctuation coming, and Herag immediately used absolute defense.

As long as he slows down a little bit, this will already be slapped into meat sauce.

His current body would never be able to resist that 21-degree bloody hand if it wasn't strengthened by a spell buff.

Soon, Herag heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice: "Can you survive?" I was going to slap you to death, and then slowly torture your soul. ”

A black-robed man riding a Thestrals appeared in mid-air in front of Herag.

The man had brown hair, freckles on his face, squinted and smiled, and looked harmless.

"Malcolm." Herag subconsciously pronounced the name.

Before he set foot on the wizarding path, he witnessed Malcolm cursing Baron Buck at Melissa's wedding party.

At that time, he was an ant in front of Malcolm, and he was not even qualified to be looked at.

Malcolm's expression also showed that he had no impression of Herag at all, and he did not remember seeing this man.

After all these years, Herag found that he was still so powerless in the face of Malcolm, and the strong disparity in strength made him just a stronger ant who could be looked at more.

"Rune's death has something to do with you." Malcolm uttered slowly.

"Rune? That third-class shaman's apprentice who was killed by Shibora? Herag remembered.

Malcolm said coldly: "Sure enough, it has something to do with you, I don't know why, his soul seems to be no longer in this world, causing me to spend a lot of time to recall Lune's soul." Because of the long time that has passed, I can only see a few fragments of his soul, and among them is you. ”

"With the exception of Shibhara, the abyssal monster, you're the only one I don't know in those memories. It took me some time to find out who you are. Herag Merlin, a third-class wizard apprentice in the Moonlight Glades, has found you in the Western Mountains after divination. ”

"This is a godsend, and I can't do anything about you if you stay honestly in the Moonlight Glade. But if you're in this place, I can just come over and take your soul and go back and torture it slowly. ”

Herag took a deep breath: "Rune's death has nothing to do with me, he was killed by Shibhara. ”

Malcolm laughed, "I never believe anyone's words, I only believe the truth that I see from the depths of his soul." Rune's soul is too long in the past, and the pictures are too trivial. But you are still alive, and you must have hidden the whole thing in your soul, I will know it at a glance. ”

Gerag clenched his fists, hoping only that Barty would arrive as soon as possible.

He must not be caught by Malcolm, he has too many secrets hidden in him.

If he was caught by Malcolm and knew that Herag had a dark blue chip on his body, then Malcolm would definitely fall into madness and would definitely use all kinds of means to try to strip the dark blue out.

Moreover, Herag still has memories of his past life, as well as the inheritance of meditation methods about the Six Rings Tower, which cannot be known by others.

What's more, once captured, death is the easiest. With Malcolm's usual methods, Herag must be worse than dead.

"What kind of spell is the shield on you? It's not a first-level spell, but it's weird that it can withstand my blow. Malcolm frowned, looking puzzled.

Naturally, Herag ignored him, his muscles tensed all over his body, and he kept an eye on Malcolm's movements at all times.

He put an absolute defensive shield on himself again, and at the same time looked at the remaining 24% of mana, plus the remaining 74% of mana stored in the dot matrix.

Malcolm pondered for a moment, then looked at Herag and said, "Just look at your soul." ”

He smiled and condensed a bloody hand again, grabbing at Herag.

When Herag's bloody hand was about to approach, his figure suddenly twisted and disappeared, appearing in the mountain forest seven or eight meters away.

Malcolm snorted, "You actually flashed?" It's kind of interesting. ”

He became more and more interested in Herag, and a look of excitement appeared on his face: "This must be a good experiment." ”

"Originally, there was a very interesting experiment, but unfortunately he ran away carelessly, so now I'll use you to make up for my fun." Malcolm said slowly.

When Herag heard his words, he instantly understood that the test subject he was talking about was probably Feigar.

"Mana remaining: 11%."

Now it takes 13% of the mana to flash once, and the only mana left in Herag can only support three more flashes, and Malcolm's bloody hand has been condensed again.

(End of chapter)