"Well, that kid has gone to Serge. "In an inconspicuous mage tower on the side of the Moon Coast, the black robe of Helast, who looks like a child, squints at the pathic horror of his eyes, and asks sideways to the 'Saqara Sidon' Bishop dressed as a priest of Banne: "Are you sure that stupid god that you speak for will condone you like this?"

"Please be careful, Your Excellency the Black Robe. Saqqara Sidon, or the red-robed chief Sazarstan, let out an uncomfortable 'Gege' laugh: "I am now a faithful shepherd of His Majesty the Black Hand, and I am very active in promoting His Majesty's faith in the Desperate Eastern Region, so don't doubt Your Majesty's wisdom. ”

"It's a big joke...... "Helaster laughed, "It's just that you have deceived this majesty's trust by the power of Pendrim's divine eye, if he knows what you want to do, I'm afraid he will immediately issue an oracle, let him rush to kill you in all the minions of the moon sea, and will directly inform you of those enemies in the country, so that you have nowhere to hide." ”

"Gods~ are just a bunch of fools who are driven by the temptation of faith, to be honest, looking through the history of the multiverse, there are not many gods as sane as the Yasda. Sazastan gave him a funny look at his accomplice and shook his head: "But he didn't get real freedom either......"

After a moment of silence, Helast's face gradually became serious: "But then again, you can fool Bane, but that kid may not be able to fool your opponents." ”

"It's not hard, we can do a little bit and get them to lower their vigilance. Sazastan smiled and nodded: "We have a big thing to do soon." ”

"Big thing?" Hylaste frowned, "The 'big thing' that can get the two of us out together?"

"Of course, after doing this, those old friends will be overjoyed and ecstatic, and that little bit of vigilance will probably not leave too much. The 'Bishop' smiled even more proudly: "Not only us, but also Mr. Samast will assist us in this great task." ”

"Samast?" said a confused look on Helast's face, he was a loyal ally of Sahvestan, but he didn't know when this friend had become involved with Samast.

"To get someone to do things for us, you don't have to let him know. Sazastan pretended to smile deeply, then looked up and blinked at the ceiling: "I think they should have started to act by now." ”

This tricky look made Hyrust sneer slightly, but she didn't say a word.

After thousands of years of struggle with the crazy former personality of Helast Black Robe, the current Black Robe ** Master has little strength left, even if the mana has recovered after the personality is completely unified, it is not as good as the rising star in front of him.

...... Time is still going on, in a distant alien plane, the red-robed mage chief who was forced to hide is still running his own conspiracy, and the target has not shown up for a long time, Neveron has been getting more and more uneasy recently, as a wizard, adhering to the concept of seeking truth from facts, he is very willing to admit this uneasiness, and he is very eager to get the answer he wants.

The spies have been sent to all corners of the country, and news from abroad has also come from time to time, but that person seems to have disappeared out of thin air, not only in the always active Dragon Coast, but also in the Northland, South, Hartland, West Hartland, and the old empire regions can not find any news about him, as if he disappeared out of thin air, but as a highly intelligent ** division, a suitable solution to the problem can always be found.

A huge mirror in front of him led straight to purgatory, and at the other end of the mirror, a broken skeleton in a robe sat on a throne made of dragon bones, and the dull gray-white flames wrapped around the skeleton's body, and the rising flames were like a gloomy crown.

The skull raised slightly, and the silver fire in its eye sockets crossed the space, pointing at the person on the other end of the mirror:

"Red-robed mage?oh~ Or a red-robed man with legendary mana, which one are you?"

"It seems that my name is not enough for Your Excellency to remember, Lord Samastre......" Neveron sighed and shook his head, although he had worked with the Dragon Witch Cult for a short time, it was clear that the Dragon Witch Sect Master did not remember his name.

Despite his high status in Serre, Neveron is not a very prominent name among the legendary spellcasters, and his fame is far from that of Samastre, and it can be said that it is not on the same level at all.

"With the exception of Sazastan, there is no other spellcaster in this country that I should remember. Samast sneered, "You're too young, Searle. ”

This sentence directly reveals the scars of Searle's brief history, Sazastan is only more than two hundred years old, and when Saaste became famous, the country of Searle did not even rise for long.

"Not necessarily, Great Dragon Witch Sect Master. Neveron was so serious and cold that a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I want to ...... There should always be another name of the red-robed mage worthy of your memory, of course, his mana is not as strong as mine. ”

The silver fire on Samaste's body trembled violently twice: "My memory is not your turn to doubt, red-robed mage, don't think that your mana is worthy of pride. ”

"Of course, the mastery of mana is not enough to be proud, for example, Penny Sean's mana is far from your Excellency, and even worse than me...... Oh, and of course, when it comes to the name of Pan Diesel, maybe you're more familiar with it, the two names belong to the same person. Through observation, Nevelon sensed the inexplicability of the other party, and added a sentence later.

Pan Diesel...... He is...... Searles?!"

The dark flames around Samaste's body soared, and the keel under the seat seemed to reveal a terrifying howl, and the piercing roar made the mirrors used for communication shatter in a crisp sound, Neveron was stunned for a moment, but saw that the broken mirror frame ignited a silver flame, and Samaste's figure reappeared in the light and shadow of the silver fire: "He's your man?!"

"He is my enemy. Neveron's eyes flickered, "Lord Somast, I'm your friend. ”

“...... Friends?" Samast's laughter came from the flames, "Don't be sentimental, red-robed mage, I don't have such a thing. ”

"But I will not be your servant, honorable Mr. Samast. Neveron smiled sarcastically, he had heard what happened to the Dragon Witch Cult Master on the Dragon Coast, and he lost his armor at the mysterious ruins, and the entire Dragon Witch Cult was almost wiped out, and he made a comeback with the first dragon lich of Faeron, but instead of breaking through Silvermoon City, he suffered a big loss on the Dragon Coast, and was beaten to pieces by Pan Diesel's mysterious weapon, and returned to the life box again.

Such a character, no matter how powerful he is, is not to be feared in Neveron's opinion: "Or, I just want to help you and solve the enemy I dreamed of killing." ”

"You have too much nonsense, say what interests me, and I'll verify the truth myself. ”

"Okay...... If my information and speculation are correct, this man is now under the protection of Duxusrim. Neveron's eyes flickered, and it wasn't a day or two since he wanted to get this old enemy in trouble.

He didn't know where Penny Sean's whereabouts were, the entrances to Serre in all directions were very tightly controlled, and with his current control over Serre, it would not be easy to infiltrate Serre through ordinary channels, and if Penny Thean wanted to kill him, it would be impossible for him to plot outside of Serre - to find the whereabouts of Neveron and Lauzorel, he had to get information from the Serles, and Neveron was very sure of this.

So he could only speculate that this person was entering Serre through some special channels, and it was likely that he was hiding under the protection of Duxusrim, and he didn't know if this speculation was true, but there was definitely a possible surname.

Tempting Somast to go and make some trouble for Duxusrim would probably expose the old enemy, and even if Neveron had misguessed something, being approached by Somastor would not be a good thing for the head of the School of Change in any case.

After the flames were extinguished, Neveron cut off the lair from the outside world, hehe sneered, and after a while, he began to contact the minions, a big drama was about to start, he wanted to fan the flames and find trouble for Duxusreem.

Big trouble.

After severing contact, Samast was silent for a long time in his hidden lair, and he still has no strength from the lessons he learned on the Dragon's Shore, and he hates Penn Diesel for giving him such a painful experience, but he is not afraid now.

That power shattered his weak godhead, but it did not destroy his soul, and at that time acquired a magical methodology that gave him a greater power.

Samast sneered in a low voice, the silver fire in his eyes turned into two dark fogs, and his entire body was surrounded by this thick fog, like a cloud of darkness.

He was convinced that the little mage's tricks would not be his opponent, so he decided to take revenge, even if he did not fully regain his original strength.

Several times the plan was messed up by the little wizard, and his hatred of Pan Diesel was almost as good as that of his old rivals, and he belonged to the ranks of hatred, especially after he reported the news through the remaining dragon witch minions that this little wizard had colluded with the harper, and in his opinion, this wizard must become his great enemy like Ilminster.

However, before retaliating, he still has to find out the news.

Neveron's words did not gain his full trust, as a wise ** division, of course, Samast is not so easy to be used as a gunman, he first has to collect intelligence to prove the true surname of this news.

The dragon skeleton beneath the seat stretched out, and the dragon lich spread its wings, and with a scream pierced through the space, breaking through the plane and flying far away.

The rest of the cavern was reduced to nothingness by the spread of a little black light.

(To be continued)