Diary of the Death Wizard

boom--

Boom—boom—

There were several loud explosions from the floating ship.

But it was the crew members who were already on board who ignited the explosives.

The first mate who just said that the half-elf was only a first-level strength looked at the sky indifferently, indifferent to everything around him.

Dozens of crew members were running around the deck.

Some are laughing, some are begging for mercy.

Someone was cleaning the deck with a mop stained with blood. People passing by slipped and fell into wooden barrels filled with red dirty water.

But before he could struggle to get up, the crew member who was mopping the floor, with a strange smile on his face, picked up the mop and plunged it into the barrel hard.

The sound of the watermelon cracking was heard, and a pile of white unknown objects appeared on the water.

The mopping crew nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out a red, red and white mop, and continued to slide on the deck.

At this time the first officer was still looking up at the sky.

He opened his mouth, and the inside of the mouth was empty, without tongue, teeth, or throat, only balls of red flesh wriggling.

There was a woo woo woo sound from inside.

A sailor who was running around accidentally bumped into the first officer. He immediately forgot what he was about to do just now, imitating the appearance of the first officer, and began to look up at the sky.

Ah! He looked at the sky with frightened eyes and opened his mouth wide.

But before he yelled a second time, it seemed that something poked into his mouth with a puff. It took away the teeth below the lips, the mouth and the throat, all the way to the end.

The panic on the crew's face disappeared, and he slowly closed his mouth.

A few minutes later, when he opened his mouth again, the viscera and muscles in his body melted into lumps of fleshy balls, and then he let out a crying sound of woo woo woo.

Another huge explosion. The wood at the bottom of the hull exploded, and a huge black ball with a diameter of ten meters rolled out from it.

The black ball was like a tangle of tangled strands of hair, the tops of which were still shaking. It was a monster formed by the necks of all the slender ghosts intertwined.

They were biting each other, twisting, as if seeing an enemy that they wanted to kill no matter what.

And inside the black ball, there was a painful howl.

People are crazy, and monsters are not immune.

Wilde stood on the highest sail, looked down, and the corners of his eyes were twitching constantly.

I don't know how much Yura paid you, but I can pay more to stop your pollution, half-elf, and you are committing suicide!

At this time, he was not feeling well either.

At this time, the skin on the left half of Wilde's face was torn off, exposing bright red muscles.

The muscles slowly recovered as they squirmed, but they were torn off by him in the next second.

If you look closely, you will find that the red on the left half of his face is too bright, not like blood, but like a hot flame, burning his muscles and nerves.

And Wilde's original beard and curly hair were also torn to pieces, and whenever they grew back, they were ruthlessly pulled off by Wilde himself.

This is the scariest part.

All the damage - all of them self-inflicted!

And the half-elf in front of him even made a move only once.

That is, when the shells from the land sailing boat hit him, the half-elf instantly turned into countless snowflakes.

So, in the warm spring, blizzards came.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf stood on top of the sail a little lower than Wilde. There were still tiny snowflakes floating around him.

These snowflakes fell on the boat and quickly melted away. The seemingly insignificant things were the culprit of the disaster.

Wilde also ruined half of his face because he was touched by snowflakes.

Even now the pollution there is still around the corner, always thinking about breaking through his protection, invading his vitals, and penetrating into his brain and consciousness.

I don't know who Yura is. It was Gorza who sent me here.

Gorza? Wilde narrowed his eyes immediately.

Although he was eroded by the pollution carried by the half-elf, he was still calm in his heart.

After all, in order to track Thor, this ship is just a frigate in his fleet, and it will be destroyed if it is destroyed.

As for the men on the ship... When Wilde signed the tripartite agreement, he had already made up his mind to sacrifice all the crew members.

After all, in this agreement, he is the enemy who attracts firepower on the surface.

His subordinates were not aware of this matter.

But if the firepower is accidentally attracted to Gorza.

That would be too dangerous.

Thinking of this, Wilde no longer cared about the people on board, and immediately flew high into the sky, his magic power running at full speed, enduring the mental oppression of the half-elf, trying to stabilize his mental body, and quickly flew towards the direction of Lashou Valley.

The half-elf turned his head slightly after confirming that everyone on board had been eroded by the pollution he carried, and turned into a whirlwind of snow, chasing Wilde away.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from not far away.

The penetrating power of the sound was so strong that it directly made the condensed snowflakes faintly collapse.

So Fengxue turned into a human again, and the half-elf looked at the person who suddenly appeared and stopped him from chasing.

Keith...Mette? His voice was still pleasant, but there was no ups and downs.

Light and shadow flashed, and an elegant figure appeared on a large tree trunk around the giant ship.

Kismet put down the harp in his hand and made a curtain call to the half-elf.

It's an honor, you still remember my name. For the sake of you remembering me, can you let Wilde go this time? I still owe him a life.

I don't believe it, said the half-elf calmly.

Tsk tsk, Kismet pouted, and changed his reason, Well, well, I actually owe him a request.

Do not believe.

Yes, this excuse is a bit lame. Kismet thought for a moment, folded his hands together, Actually, he is useful to me, so he can't die now. Can you let him go for once?

This time the reason was a bit more presentable.

The half-elf didn't judge the authenticity immediately, he just turned his toes towards Kismet.

Before the half-elf could speak, however, another voice answered for him.

cannot!

Kismet and the half-elf looked in the third direction at the same time.

A powerful wave of magic power came from a distance.

But in the next second, Kismet, who was standing on the tree, turned over and jumped down in an instant. After landing on his toes, he continued to hurry and moved nearly 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the same time, Gorza in a reddish-brown cloak appeared at Kismet's original standing position.

He stared at Kismet, but urged the half-elf, Don't forget my commission, half-elf.

The half-elf withdrew its toes that had already shifted direction, turned into a cloud of flying snow again, and quickly rolled towards the direction where Wilde was escaping.

Now, only Gorza and Kismet are left here.

Gorza's silver eyes met Kismet's silver eyes.

One gentle, one playful.

Suddenly, Gorza moved, he stretched out his right hand, the palm wrapped in pink bandages opened suddenly, and a black shadow flew out from the palm, rapidly growing in size, like a big net covering Kismet.

The black shadow expanded rapidly, covering Kismet's head, almost turning day into night.

Kismet immediately alerted, his slender fingers quickly plucked on the harp, at the same time, he opened his mouth and screamed silently.

Wow--

Just like a mirror falling from a height of 100 meters, the black curtain above Kismet's head turned into countless fragments and fell from the sky.

It's like a black goose feather snow.

The moment the snow fell to the ground, it quickly got into the shadow of the vegetation and disappeared.

Kismet's fingers didn't stop even after the black curtain was shattered, the sound of the piano was rapid, and the sound waves seemed to materialize, so that none of the fallen fragments could get close to him and his shadow.

Kismet didn't put down the harp until all the fragments disappeared. His face paled a few degrees, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, Are you really changing the dark element? Are you afraid of being spanked by your glorious ancestors?