The Black Scepter

>There are dense black figures in the streets in front, but they have not yet seen their specific appearances, and a translucent air wave distorting the scene flies straight ahead!

"boom!"

Sunderland, running at the forefront, cast his first explosive attack spell directly in front of the team.

The hurricane bomb of the 20th grade is not in the hands of Sunderland. There is no time to recite the spell, even the magic itself has no light, only powerful impact and blasting power. A large group of Kilder blood wolves encircling the other side of the street immediately made a huge wave of blood!

From here, we can see the influence of a mage with rich combat experience and solid theoretical knowledge on the entire battle situation-the hasty use of bright magic, the consequence is to provide targets for enemies who could not capture their shadows in the distance, Sang In such an emergency situation, Deran still casts spells in accordance with established principles without any panic. This is also an important moment for Murphys to learn combat spells. From beginning to end, he is seriously watching how the great magician is The team moves fast while maximizing the efficiency of road development and anti-containment.

"Earth Wall", "Extremely Cold Land", "Mud Swamp", not many types of spells, and there is no shocking cast level, but each one is completely blocking the dark creatures of a whole street or alley Live for at least one minute, and Sunderland casts the most basic spells with very low energy consumption, 7th-level "fireball", 9th-level "ice cone", 11th-level "water curtain barrier" and even 6th-level "Big waves", these skills that are not magic-consuming for the great magisters are released again and again at the right time and in the right place, and the effect achieved even makes the family magicians behind Murphy find themselves Useless land!

Two fireballs hit a broken wall of an old building, but the whole load-bearing wall of a ruined three-storey hotel was broken, and then the whole hotel collapsed, directly burying and blocking a large piece of menacing Bugiste dog!

The muddy swamp collapsed the foundation of a landmark tower. The 30-meter-high building collapsed towards the rear of the team. The water curtain barrier cooperated with the giant wave technique to drown and wash away the short creatures on both sides, two kilometers long. The road rushed past almost unimpeded, and the route taken was exactly the closest straight line to the destination!

Murphy had to lament the huge gap in his actual combat experience-if he was replaced, it must be the result of throwing out a large power scroll, but in the end will it lead to other uncontrollable situations, then only Destiny.

Controlling any details in your own hands is the hallmark of a truly decisive character on the battlefield. Murphy was still a little bit away from this state of affairs. He turned his head to look at the moment, and the whole "troop" trying to contain himself had signs of being broken out!

A team of twenty people because of the overall strength, the master who blessed the "light body technique" is no slower than the powerful swordsmen, so the fast-running team traversed the entire complex almost in the blink of an eye, and then It turned a small road at a crossroads.

After the distance of 100 meters, Sunderland stopped and waved his wand to release several anti-tracking barriers around, and then threw at least more than ten burst-type spells in all directions, with different distances and explosions. The huge firelight made the bloodthirsty Warcraft who chased in the distance rushed towards the place where the light was shining like crazy.

In an instant, this team was quiet and abnormal.

"We have about three minutes, and the passage to the second floor is here," Sunderland said to Murphy first, and then turned his head to ask the three elves who were carried by the sword master all the way in ancient Sicilian. ——"If you want to die, continue to be silent, if you want to live, just tell us the way out and flee together."

The night elves who had recovered their minds but were imprisoned and unable to move were already stunned by the strength of the great magister in front of them. Only after three seconds of stunning, an elf responded. She nodded desperately, and then two Stepped onto a residential house inside the barrier.

The night elf turned to look at Murphys and the team of more than a dozen men, and then looked at the companion who was still under control, with a little hesitation.

"You can see what our relationship with your enemy is, so you have two minutes to think about how to do it."

Sunderland just dropped this sentence and said nothing more, as if the amazing number of Warcraft around was just the breeze beside him.

The so-called master's real aura, Murphy has a profound experience at this moment-so he is willing to be a supporting role and stand aside. The world is not centered on himself. He understood this very early, so when the elf nodded and willing to lead them into the next underground world, Murphy didn’t have any extra jealousy, just like the family guard behind him. People quickly rushed into this humble dwelling, several family wizards turned around and wiped out several traces of hurricane technique together with odor footprints, and when they saw the hut set up on the second floor, the humble After the hole, Murphy had to lament that such an entrance was too hidden.

The team entered in three batches, each of which had a night elf in the middle for "insurance". A group of people suddenly disappeared in this vast underground world in the third minute after Sunderland diverted the attention of the dark creatures. Ground floor.

Two minutes later, when the barrier disappeared, several angry and mad black winged dragons whizzed across the roof, and the pale Brest blood clan circled suspiciously above the building, and then disappeared. Into the darkness.

And just above the underground city where Murphy and his party escaped the thrill, the quiet city of Sisselin was at dusk at the moment outside the cave that seemed to link the two worlds.

The sudden change of lords did not have too much impact on the city. Today, when the political situation has stabilized again, no one cares about what the guy behind the lord is doing, but the lords are indifferent. It does not mean that the group of lords near the territory do not care about it.

After avoiding the first assassination, Irindal led the intelligence agency composed of some members of the "Eagle Eyes" with exhaustion-according to the performance of this group of people after his disappearance, although most of the entire system is because of " The existence of several high-level scout leaders of Hawkeye did not fall into paralysis, but it is still far away from the standard of “Ideal” in Irindal, so at this moment she has begun to write a part of “emergency filing” Cultivate your own men.

As for whether someone can pass, it depends on their performance.

But it seemed that the territories seized by Murphys were not as beautiful as imagined-before Ilindal could rest in his room for a while, the news from the edge of the territories made her frown.

Lord Hegel is here.

The tough lord, who had never shot, finally revealed his fierce claws a few weeks after the other five lords returned, but Murphys was not in the territory as the main heart, and Irindal had no right to let the group The terrifying knights attacked the battle, and the guards belonging to the Windsor family did not move because of their nonsense.

Did he leave any emergency plans?

Irindal stepped anxiously out of his humble room at the corner of the castle, looked at the tallest tower in the distance, and sighed softly.

Above the tower, Ashcandi had been overlooking the territory by the window for a whole day, and her posture was almost unchanged, like a silent statue.

Jeanna received the order from Murphys to take care of all the life of Ashcandi, whose legs could not move, and she and Compton were always guarded in Ashkandi’s room-that is, Mo Outside the lord's tower where Fes was usually at, at a fixed time, Jeanna would take the food prepared by the servant to Ashcandi and leave regularly.

Some are blunt and some are cold. This is Jeanna’s attitude towards the world. Even if this green-eyed Ashkandi used some unknown means to restore her soul to a little degree of corrosion, it does not mean that she will change her attitude. Or mood.

Puppet, it seems that the word was made for her from the day Jeanna appeared.

The so-called "dirt" cleaned by the heretic ruling, her hands had already been contaminated with countless blood.

As a close guard for Murphys, she did not hesitate to kill people from beginning to end. Even if she knew she was going to die, she had to move forward-because she already understood the only meaning of her life.

Birth means death for others.

Different from others, the time of "live for herself" in her life has been squeezed away by the cold training and killing day after day, so that Na has forgotten to look up at the blue sky and white clouds that once made her smile in her childhood Forget to bow your head and sniff the fragrance of dirt flowers.

There was only endless killing in her eyes, and the **** smell that lingered all year round.

"Have you ever wanted to live a free life?"

An abrupt question asked Jeanna, who was putting dinner on the table, a little hesitant.

Asked by Ashkandi, she looked away from the ruins of the tower hidden in the darkness in a wheelchair, and looked calmly at Jeanna, who was bending over to face the table.

Reply? Not answering?

Putting it in the past, Jeanna will not take care of the questions raised by anyone other than the "master" of Murphys, but at this time, after a little hesitation, she replied hoarsely: "No."

Ashcandi tilted his head slightly with his hands on his knees. The twinkling green eyes stared at Na for a long while, but suddenly whispered: "It must be uncomfortable to feel the soul being eroded."

This sentence just wants to ask a blind man if he can't see things after he is blind, which seems to be slightly ironic.

But Ashcandy's subsequent words made the original preparation to be silent to stop the movement of Na completely-"Have you ever thought about how it is to feel this pain for hundreds of years?"

"Tap~www.novelmtl.com~ The table knife was gently placed on the right side of the plate, so that the back of Na's hand was floating with a light blue trace, and the light reflected in her graveless pupil, this big The knight's movement was a little hesitant.

Ashkandi’s words kept the two people five meters apart for more than ten seconds of silence, and then let Na continue to set the tableware silently as if she had heard nothing, and then gently pushed the wheelchair to let Ashkandi Sitting at the dining table.

"We are the same but different. My soul is tortured forever, but I can't be freed by death. Your soul is like a well. When the well water is used endlessly, it can't be dried up." Ashcandi looked at the food and tableware in front of him, did not reach out, lowered his head slightly, and asked softly, "Have you ever thought about true freedom?"

Let Na stand quietly across from Ashkandi, there are some scratches on the uncomfortable leather armor, she is standing there slender and strong, but no high-level professional should have "Spirit", like a giant tree in the sky, is terrifying but full of dead branches and leaves.

"I have forgotten what is called "freedom.""