"Unlike Neveron and Lauzorel, Aznashur used an extremely dangerous spell routine when he crossed the line, so much so that his methodology was so active that he had to be dormant often to ensure that it was in a stable state......"

As a result, he spends a long time each month transforming chaotic elemental energy in the lower realms...... This will help him achieve his goal of making sure he doesn't suddenly become a madman when he uses a lot of spells, and then the spells go berserk and die......"

"I spent a long time recording his movements in the lower realms, finding several of his lairs, and unfortunately, just yesterday, I watched him enter one of them...... During this time, you all know what to do...... Dear children. ”

"You're Penny. Sean!!"

Aznashure, covered in flames, stared at two bloodshot eyes, staring at the figure that appeared above him.

Although he hadn't seen this guy in person, through a large number of spell images and materials, the head of the Shaping Energy Sect still recognized the uninvited guest in front of him very straightforwardly.

Not to mention that Penny had restored his appearance from three years ago to his current face so that Aznashor could easily identify him.

If the head of the Plastic Department still doesn't recognize him, Penny can only suspect that there is something wrong with his memory.

"Yes, sir, I'm Sean. The wizard smiled and pointed the wand at Aznashur's head.

The head of the Department of Plastic Energy immediately recognized that this was the same thing that had forced them into hiding for three years: a cracking wand that had been created by an unknown being against their methodology, and now, in the hands of his enemies, pointed at his head.

"You're managed to find here?" a cold sweat broke out on Aznasher's forehead, and he began to stall for time while trying to send a signal to his allies.

At the same time, he was indeed shocked, he could never have imagined that this great enemy, who had made him sleepless for three years, actually found him first.

"There is nothing surprising about this, Lord Aznasher. Penny's eyes flickered: "I advise you not to act rashly, I know very well that your current methodology is dormant, and it is impossible to cast any spells, not to mention that you are facing my ......"

With the arcane attainments deepening, Penny already has a good understanding of the arcane magic contained in a magic wand, although he can't completely copy the spell that Dilpool attaches to it, but it is more flexible to use.

Sensing that all the distress signals released had been lost, Aznashur had an angry and helpless look on his face.

Is he going to die here today?

He knew very well that with the relationship between his other two allies and this kid, it would be delusional to want to reconcile.

Wait a minute.

Aznashur's heart suddenly moved.

What does it have to do with killing this junior mentor and forcing him to escape from Serre like a lost dog, it was all done by Neveron and Lauzorrell?

He was just on Neveron's side.

"I just want to talk to you, Lord Shure, after all, between me and you...... There's no such thing as unquenchable hatred, is there?"

"What do you want?" Aznashur began to understand the junior's intentions.

"I just want you to serve me for a while. Penny said with a smile.

The expression of the head of the plastic energy department immediately became gloomy.

"Also, Sazastan is not dead. The young wizard added.

Aznasher's expression changed.

In a short sentence, he was told the news: Neveron and Lauzorel wanted to succeed, and it seemed that it was not as simple as they imagined.

Not to mention the deadly threat at hand.

Aznashur's face was cloudy, and there seemed to be no good alternative.

If he can't satisfy the other party, he won't want to get out alive today.

His real name is locked, and even cloning can't save him.

For wizards, it is a very worthwhile principle to be able to bend and stretch.

So Penny got a lot of news that was very useful to him.

"Samast ......"

Leaving Aznashur's lair, the wizard hurried to another place.

In the underground of the Arcane Factory in Simon City, he didn't alarm anyone, but just took one thing.

A sealing tower originally used to control ancient evils.

Once facing the threat of the Dragon Witch Sect Master, this magical artifact was transformed into a powerful sealing item by him, and now it was time for him to come in handy.

Not only to deal with Samast, but also to ambush this killer after possibly turning against Sazastan.

At the same time, Penny is 100% sure that Duxusrim's death is indeed a miracle.

Because the 'coincidence' in Aznashur's narrative is too coincidental.

He was still not completely sure that this coincidence had nothing to do with Sazastan, but in any case, it was not only the mysterious head of the Necromancy Sect in front of him, but also the famous Dragon Witch Sect Master.

Searle's situation is extremely complicated.

He slept in his bed in the temporary camp of the Bane, wondering where to go, all his thoughts focused on the lich.

He was vaguely aware that the lich's ongoing plans seemed to have a deep, deep relationship with him...... This relationship is not only reflected in the fact that he is being used.

......

In the depths of the gloomy ravine in the center of Searle Mountain, the dim candle flame outlined the cheeks of the dried corpse, the vertical and horizontal ravines seemed to smile, and the fingers of the skeleton made a crisp sound on the chair handle:

"Hylast, our little ones seem to be aware of something. ”

The little boy's eyes on the other side were filled with a strange black mist under the candlelight, and a soft cold snort burst out from his nose: "It's too normal, you have exposed too much information to him, even the stupider guy than him will feel that something is wrong, let alone that spell...... Hey, it's not a secret. ”

"Who do you think will tell him?" Sazastan muttered, "Yefaan, or Misrila?" Oh, it must be Yefaan, this little fellow, who is starting to trouble me again......"

"It's disgusting, why didn't you kill her sooner?"

"She was, after all, my former mentor. Sazastan knocked on the table: "Alas, more than 200 years...... How nice would it be for me to keep pretending to be confused...... What kind of surprise did she have in store for me this time? ”

"You're so confident that you're not afraid of capsizing in the gutter?" Hylaster frowned.

"Of course I'm not afraid, because for all my enemies, this opportunity is the best chance they can find to kill me since they have been enemies of me, and after this time, they will have no chance at all......" Sazastan smiled: "So they will definitely jump out of trouble for me this time, no matter who appears...... will not exceed my expectations......"

"Heh, so many tricky guys, are you sure that I, an existence they didn't expect, will definitely help you solve them?"

A pale zombie servant handed over a glass of water, and if some of the big people in Serge saw it, they would recognize the poor creature who had apparently been transformed from a living to an undead not long ago as the former governor of the Ser Mountains.

"You will. Sazastan's face was as usual: "Okay, even if you don't, I can solve them alone, how about it, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"I'm not betting with you. ”

"I don't have the guts. ”

"Gambling that is bound to be lost, fools are fooled. The black robe snorted.

"But it's a shame. Sazastan sighed suddenly: "The little friend you and I have worked so hard to cultivate...... Do you have to destroy him?"

"What? will you still allow him to survive?" the black robe thought for a moment, "Oh, it's not impossible, he's not one of those wooden minds under the disciples of the righteous gods, if you are willing to let it go, there is no need to ruin him." ”

"You're wrong this time. Sazastan sighed again: "You don't know our little friend. ”

Without waiting for Hylast's rebuttal, he continued: "The less ambitious he is, the easier it is for his surname to be filled with narrow kindness and weakness, and he does not have the courage to take on excessive responsibilities, although fate has pushed him in front of you and me, but in essence, he is still a mortal. ”

"You should be a philosopher. Hylaste said in a sour tone.

"If you want to, it would have been 200 years ago. Sazastan let out a hoarse laugh: "But there is such a thing as philosophy...... It's just a boring thing derived from the law of the multiverse, and after figuring it all out, it's just a matter of figuring out the rules of this game of chess, and even if you become the winner, the chess pieces will never be able to jump off the board, so ...... Why waste all your energy researching these things?"

Savoring the arrogance and arrogance in these words, Hylaste fell into silence.

......

Ten days later, somewhere in Searle, the three 'protagonists' of the upcoming events sat in a secret room, waiting for the moment to take control of Searle's supreme power.

"Azner, you look a little upset. ”

"Oh, is that so?" The head of the Department of Plastic Energy opened his eyes a little fluttering, knowing that his gaffe might arouse the suspicion of his 'allies', so he had to improvise: "Indeed, Laurturella, I always have a sense that something unexpected will happen......"

"Accident, that little bug?" Lauzorell sneered, and instead looked at the Dragon Witch Sect Master hiding in the shadows with a warming smile, "Mr. Samast won't let that little bug go wild, will he?"

The Dragon Witch Sect Master let out a series of sneers, but he was secretly thinking about the Dragon Witch Sect's plan, these three cunning red-robed mages were about to control Searle's authority, if they could control them, then it would be equivalent to ruling this force that any organization in Faeron would be extremely afraid of, with this power, then he would be like a tiger.

However, he soon understood the whimsical nature of the idea, as he knew very well how cunning the three Red Cannon Chiefs were, and that his strength might not be able to do whatever he wanted on the territory of the red-robed mage.

However, soon a new thought came to my heart: whether to let Pan or not. After Diesel got rid of these three eyesores, he slaughtered the little bug?

Although this still did not help him gain Searle's authority, the reason that drove him to do so was because he looked at these three goods very unpleasantly.

Even if they use each other, this relationship makes him feel uncomfortable.

"But I always felt that guy was still alive...... Aznashur said.

Neveron and Lauzorel fell into calm for a moment.

"Don't worry......" Neveron's expression was calm, looking very sure: "Misrila has just handed over the sigils, and now we have a total of six sigils, which is enough to control the flow of mana in the Seel Enchantment...... Now we are ready that even if he appears, his strength will be diminished by half, and there is no need to be afraid...... And ......"

He turned to Samast, who had been silent: "I wonder if Lord Samaster is interested in the power of the country?"

(To be continued)