Entering the mountains with a local guide shows that Nosnoah is not familiar with the mountains, and if he wants to go as soon as possible, he can only use flying mounts or group flying techniques, and Nosnoah's ** division's action time is also a little later than Penny expected, and it was not until the afternoon that he saw this ** division flying away from the mage tower with two apprentices and a guide lightly.

He used small black blocks to disguise his presence, and followed with an accelerated upward current.

Compared with the orthodox flying technique, this spell lacks sustainability, but the speed is faster, and the ** division with a guide can't be faster, with wide area perception and the newly acquired spell delay ability, Penny can easily keep up with the pace of this ** master.

And the ** division didn't seem to be aware of his tailgating, after all, the wonderful ability of the Pivot of Patyak was helpless even the Abyss Will, although a ** division had extraordinary supernatural powers, but there was still a huge gap compared to the dominance of the Abyss Will in his own territory.

When the arcane arts were unleashed, Penny truly felt the invisible and colorless invasion of the magic web—he gradually understood that although he was inevitably restricted by the magic net in the main material realm, if he coveted the quick and convenient use of the magic net to cast spells again, his true name would be continuously infected, until the methodology established on the basis of his true name was completely consistent with the operation rules of the source sea—this result was undoubtedly very tragic, because it meant that a mage completely lost himself and completely became a puppet of the rules.

Penny must now use his mind powers entirely to control each spell, and be careful to weave spells to avoid the seemingly nonexistent traces of rules in the web, using it only as a place to store formed spells, except for extracting the arcane power necessary to make them.

Even after obtaining mana, it is necessary to carefully shatter it, and after removing all the excess materials, it can be used to construct spells with confidence, and in the process, the power consumed increases invisibly.

Penny lamented that it was not easy to become a mage who relied entirely on his own strength.

The strong thinking ability showed extraordinary power at this time, which once again made Penny deeply understand that the mage who has mastered the true arcane and the ordinary mage are two kinds of existence.

It's no wonder that mages of this rank are respectfully called mentors, and in the place where mages are not valuable, there are less than four hundred spellcasters at this level, compared to the population base of more than three million, it can be called one in ten thousand, and in other regions where magic is not widely popular, the proportion will only be lower.

Ordinary wild mages, without the most important guidance, may not be able to reach this point in their lifetime.

Approaching a deep valley, Penny suddenly noticed that the ** master in front of him had stopped, and after organizing the apprentices and assistants to cast a few spells on his body, the whole thing disappeared, and even the breath was so bad that Penny couldn't detect it.

Only the guide who was left to guide them was stunned for a while before slowly walking back.

Penny frowned, knowing that it might be somewhere.

This ** master is not visiting publicly, and of course he will not have any kindness towards the existence in the mountains, and it is normal to hide his traces.

It's just that when I get here, the trail is broken.

He frowned a little distressedly, looked around, and found that the terrain around him was complex and chaotic, and it looked very strange, he took a few steps forward, and suddenly felt that his true name had a feeling of being suppressed, this feeling was not obvious, but he felt that the arcane power around him was no longer so active, and the feeling he came into contact with told him that it was already a very difficult thing to use these powers to weave the spell of the fifth ring.

This made Penny know that this was the famous ancient enchantment area, and correspondingly, when he arrived at this place, the small black block in his hand suddenly became active, and Penny was slightly startled, and his whole body once again appeared as if it was 'lit up' by arcane power like the Blackhall Institute.

This surprised Penny even more, this state had not been seen for a long time after Blackhall, including the ability to cast magic flames after the abyssalization, which had also disappeared after Belen separated from him, and now, this power had returned to his body, and he felt that this power seemed to have become stronger.

To be precise, there was no longer that hysterical sense of confusion, and it was also clear to Penny that it was powerful.

As soon as he raised his hand, a demonic flame emerged from his palm, and a constructed spell in his mind seemed to be consumed as if it were ignited, and this time he felt that the flame seemed to have been generated from his real name, which made him even more puzzled.

It is said that only some high-level ** masters will understand the magic flame technique known as 'arcane fire', but this inexplicable ability of his own seems to have come a little early.

And this dark blue color doesn't seem to match the description of Aohuo.

He wasn't sure what this inexplicable thing of abyssal power and arcane power could be defined by the transformation of the Pivot of Patyac.

Penny shook his hand, and the faint blue flame disappeared between his fingers.

Anyway, it's a pretty good ability.

Because converting arcane power into magic flames is much faster than constructing spells, and there are no too many taboos, it is definitely more convenient than arcane to use it for destruction.

Penny took control of Patyac's pivot and retracted the light on his body.

He felt that in that state, there was an exaggerated increase in his physical strength and arcane power, which made him even more sure that this was where the ruins of the ancient empire were.

Because this little black block is produced by Imaska.

Penny believes there must be a connection.

A path appeared in the mountains and forests in front of him, and Penny frowned, and tentatively walked into the secret place at the edge of the forest, when suddenly there was a commotion ahead, and several people with weapons in their hands chased after the guide who had just run a short distance on the avenue.

The men were dressed in fine leather armor and were very well armed, but they looked vulgar and savage on the outside, and there was no sparkle in their eyes, and behind the crowd, a short man in a black robe stood there, occasionally making a muffled voice, and the sergeants acted to the voice.

Penny was stunned, the guide was not slow to escape, but the black-robed man was muttering to himself, and at the same time, the arcane power around him began to fluctuate, letting Penny know that this was a spellcaster.

He recognized that it was a not-so-clever mind control spell, and just as the arcane power around the black-robed man had reached a peak, Penny quietly unleashed a demonic fire, and the black-robed man's chant paused for a moment, and immediately turned into a high-pitched and high-pitched howl.

A sharp pain broke his spirit—he didn't feel anything hot or cold, just a terrible pain, as if every inch of blood and skin had been shattered.

The sergeants were also confused by the screams—they were dancing and jumping and crawling, very strangely.

This made Penny believe that these people were all controlled by magic.

His eyes flickered, and the center of the flame that attached to the black-robed man and caused him great pain generated a suction, like a whirlpool that swallowed all the arcane power around the black-robed man, and in a dull crackling sound, the black-robed robe cracked one by one, and a stiff and cracked corpse that seemed to have been exposed to the sun for three days and three nights fell to the ground, Penny was slightly stunned, he saw the power of this mutated demon flame for the first time.

He was able to absorb arcane energy to strengthen himself.

It's not that it's destructive, it's just that the ability to suck arcane energy is rare, as it means that this magic flame can destroy some spells.

This allows it to be used in a wider range of ways.

And this is still not Penny carefully controlled, just want to observe its power in its natural state, and Penny also found that this power is much more stable than the original Chaos Flame, and the plastic surname is naturally stronger.

He looked at the corpse with a deep groan, and the tattoo on the bald head told Penny the true identity of the man - of course, the red-robed mage could not wear a red robe in all circumstances, and it seemed that the center of the mountain was indeed famous.

The soldiers over there fell to the ground as the black-robed mage fell, and while Penny was thinking, they stood up again, and this time, their eyes lit up again, and they looked at each other, and when they saw the mage who had fallen to the ground, there was a look of resentment in their eyes, and they ravaged the corpse with their swords in their hands, and they spoke a strange vernacular - a kind of vernacular that was somewhere between Tucan and Ser Mulan, so Penny could barely understand it.

He frowned, lowered his eyebrows and chanted a spell to control the soldiers, when suddenly there was a strange tremor from the ring on his hand that he had used to communicate with Jhanwas.

This brought his movements to a halt, the ring was a personal communication tool between the Inquisitors, and it had many special effects, and the fact that this happened was only one thing.

Jan Watsy is nearby.

Penny frowned, and just when he was stunned, these natives had already chopped the mage's body to pieces, and then there was a gust of wind in the sky, and several huge shadows covered the woods overhead, and the natives on the ground made an uproar, and there was a frightened expression on their faces, and Penny looked up and saw something in the sky.

Several sturdy men, dressed in neat armor, rode on top of griffons armed with fine-scale armor, and Penny recognized them at a glance, the griffon knights that only existed in Serre's regular army.

And above a few griffon knights, a shadow covered an astonishing size.

The flying creature with bat-like membranous wings, iron-clad scales sparsely glittering in the light mist diluted sunlight, and a lizard-like head with hideous, shiny bone armor, it was a white dragon.

Penny's pupils contracted violently.

There are such creatures here.

This white dragon is only about ten feet long, judging by its size, it has just left the young dragon stage, for a mage whose spell-casting ability has reached the fifth ring, a dragon of this strength is not worth fearing, and it can be solved with just a few spells, but seeing a black-robed man sitting on the white dragon, Penny knows that such dragons must not be a few in the mountains.

Because he didn't feel the presence of this mage's arcane power so clearly, in other words, this mage didn't have his real name yet.

Such a middle-level mage can appear here on a young white dragon with his head, but what about a higher-level mage?

In this moment, the white dragon and griffin have already killed all the natives, and in the face of the griffin and dragon plus the mage, these natives are obviously powerless to fight back, and even Penny does not dare to take the lead easily.

He knew more clearly that what was hidden in this mountain was far more dangerous than he imagined.

"My lord, they've all been killed. ”

At this time, the griffin knight reported to the mage on the back of the white dragon.

"Killed? Hmm, you stupid. The griffin knight happily reported, but the mage on the white dragon was not so happy, he pointed to the dry corpse on the ground and angrily reprimanded: "Why don't you leave a living mouth, I don't know who killed him?"

The griffin knight was stunned for a moment, and one of them was a little smarter, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, my lord, it was our negligence. ”

The mage on the white dragon snorted, jumped down, observed the corpses on the battlefield, saw the traces of burning and cracking on it, frowned for a long time, and turned back and ordered: "We must step up patrols, the two adults from the north have recently visited, and many annihilators have also mixed in, we must keep our eyes open, and we must not let anyone mix into our territory." ”

The griffon knight nodded yes.

After a brief clearing of the scene, the mage stepped onto the white dragon and flew away with the griffin knights.

Penny pondered for a moment, then squeezed the pivot of Patyak, and with a spell of Ascension, he quietly followed the heavenly patrol.

(To be continued)