In the grotto, the injured Master Xixuan's expression became very solemn.
He still hasn't understood the type of lady next to the junior warlock.
If she was a mutant warrior, her speed had exceeded his knowledge.
If she is a warlock, but she cannot distinguish the other party's attributes from the sea of energy, she can only see the bright outline of her body with many bright spots full of explosive energy accumulation.
To be honest, he never expected to meet that fake contact person here.
Is it because he accidentally mentioned the "Fire Stealer" plan and let the other party follow and investigate it here?
Because on that day, he showed interest in the fire thief.
At this moment, his chest was full of annoyance. On the one hand, he hated his lack of experience. On the other hand, he was even more hateful and fearful of the warlock in front of him who could use strange and specious magic.
Wei Ling saw the earth spirit mage entering the earth escape state again, and then saw a few bright drops of blood on the passage that appeared, and nodded secretly:
"He's injured. Well done, Shou Gong!"
In fact, this was the first time that Wei Ling had experienced a frontal attack from a guard. It was as fast as lightning and so fierce and fierce that it was impossible for the opponent to defend against it.
The last time he faced Zheng Xiao, Shou Gong was basically doing offensive defense. Just like that, Zheng Xiao was disgraced.
This is the power that ghosts and gods should have. All types of elementary and mid-level warlocks have no enemies guarding the palace at close range.
The "warlock killer" that Li Ling lobbied for at that time was indeed not a lie.
Wei Ling smiled and praised Shou Gong, and the original vigilance in his heart relaxed a little.
At present, it is certain that one's own side is safe. The other party cannot escape from the energy body. Once it appears, it will be fatally attacked by the garrison. If it does not appear, it will not be able to use magic attacks. It is a complete dilemma.
The golden sword hung upside down by the guard. The blade was as bright as new and there was no blood stain on it.
Shou Gong walked behind Wei Ling with a smile in his eyes.
Finally I can help the young master.
What's more important is that when encountering danger, the young master's first reaction is to block himself behind him... This makes me... really ashamed.
Facing the empty passage, Welling threw out information packets one after another:
"Mr. Master, are you practicing here?
Are you planning to send the children of the empire here for training?
Does the one who knows three types of magic live in this secret room?
What does he have to do with you?
Is he part of the Fire Thief's plan? "
Not far behind him, due to the impact of the sonic boom, the smoke and dust from the collapsed cave slowly settled in the dark passage.
Shou Gong continued to remain vigilant, secretly praising the Young Master's information packet loss.
No matter how the other party answers, there is no way for the other party to come back anyway. Once they answer, some information may be leaked.
The blond earth spirit mage has regained his composure at this moment.
While swallowing dark energy, he felt the endless earth spirit energy around him repairing his body and replenishing the energy he had consumed.
He had no intention of answering Welling's inquiry.
Doesn’t he understand what Wei Ling is planning?
However, when he was about to leave, he felt the small secret room again through his mental power, and a sad emotion appeared on his face.
This sad mental characteristic naturally cannot escape Wei Ling's perception.
When detecting and analyzing various emotions, and during the time when he studied dreams, his mental spells had already established basic models for various emotions.
"Sir, you are sad."
Welling threw out this message again.
The blond magician was startled and calmed down again.
He was even more afraid of Wei Ling and sent out a message:
"Yes, I am very sad. He was my brother, my genius brother, who was killed by your soldiers. I didn't come here for revenge. I came here just to see his practice place."
Immediately, he disappeared in the sea of energy filled by the earth spirit.
Perhaps it was because Wei had sensed his sadness that he gave his only bit of feedback.
Perhaps, Welling's understanding made the magician suddenly feel that they were all enemies anyway. The other party knew that he had lost his brother and could not make things worse, so he revealed such a little private information.
Wei Ling and Shou Gong were relatively speechless.
Feeling that they would never find anything more, they returned to the outside of the tunnel.
"Shou Gong, today I finally saw how powerful you are as a warlock killer."
Wei Ling was still amazed at the speed of the guard.
"That's of course. Master, you can't pay such a high price in exchange for a piece of trash, hehe."
Shou Gong was obviously in a very good mood at the moment.
Wei Ling is naturally in a better mood.
At first, I was a little worried that I couldn't break the attack of the mid-level mage who knew how to escape.
Unexpectedly, a gecko would cooperate with him and become the warlock's nemesis.
When encountering those mages who don't know how to escape, first use a one-word formula "ding" or a single-word formula "zhu" to make the opponent lag behind in their own magic. Then they will defend the palace and launch a strong attack. The opponent will naturally fall into an extremely passive state. He was even killed instantly by the garrison.
"Haha, if that's the case, you can go anywhere in the world!"
For a moment, Welling finally had a proud air.
As he walked back to the station, Welling thought.
In a moment, he made a plan:
"Go back and ask Li Lingyou where the temple is in this city. Let's go and see it tomorrow."
Welling had an intuition that the mysterious pattern badge was consistent with the badge at the Patbon Temple, and it was probably the belief of these mages.
Belief is belief, and whether it is related to mages and magic requires verification.
…
Carrying a pile of wheat cakes and walking barefoot, Myrobalan had already walked across the plains and slowly approached the edge of the mountain.
Along the way he met some ascetics who were as ragged as he was.
Among these people, there was even an old man whose clothes had completely disappeared, except for a bit of gray linen around his crotch.
The goal of these ascetics is the majestic plateau in the north.
Seeing several ascetic monks who had no strength to walk at all, Myrobalan would take out a piece of wheat cake on his back and place it in front of the fallen ascetic monk.
As for these exhausted monks, whether they need water or wheat cakes, whether they can have the strength to eat the wheat cakes, and whether they can muster the strength to reach the destination in their hearts, these are not what Myrobalan cares about. matter.
He was still the same, walking leisurely along his established direction.
There were some new scars on his bare feet, but he didn't seem to notice.
Then, he walked up the mountain, and there was a dense forest in front of him.
Passing through the forest belt composed of deciduous forest and low jungle, you will enter the mixed zone of deciduous forest and coniferous forest, then the coniferous forest belt, and finally the alpine shrubs and meadows.
He has gone through this process many times.
He never worried about the beasts in the jungle, because he had encountered all kinds of mutated beasts.
As soon as those beasts saw him, they would instinctively hide away.
Myrobalan won't rest until night falls, when the direction in the forest is unclear and the path underfoot cannot be clearly seen.
He didn't know how to light a fire or set up camp. He just leaned against a big tree, sat cross-legged and rested with his eyes closed.
The forest was completely silent, except for the faint sounds of mountain breeze and pine waves.
…
In the night at the Western Expedition Army camp, the soldiers were sitting on the ground in the open space outside their vehicles, communicating with each other.
The sergeants on guard at the periphery were armed, some were roaming around, and some were on guard at secret sentry posts.
Wei Ling, Shou Gong and the Li brothers sat on the Gobi outside the "Blue Bird" and communicated casually.
After learning about Wei Ling and Shou Gong's experience in the tunnel in the afternoon, Li Lingyou looked at the images of the entire process over and over in his mind. He was shocked and amazed:
"It's amazing, Shou Gong, a mid-level earth spirit warlock. Facing the cooperation between you and Wei Ling, he doesn't even have a chance to make a move."
Welling responded with a smile:
"Haha, if it were you, there might still be a chance. You could throw Jin Ling's long-range spell from a distance."
Li Lingyou carefully analyzed the measures he might take if he faced Wei Ling and Shou Gong:
"Yes, I estimate that I will first throw a large number of golden needles at Wei Ling. Maybe this spell will suddenly appear at close range of him, a surprise attack, and then attack the garrison, and then A auxiliary spell such as dulling and rusting, and then condensing larger metal objects to attack, and deciding whether to escape based on the result."
Li Kongqing rolled his eyes:
"Then, you later discovered that Welling blocked your attack using techniques such as solidity and stone skin.
At the same time, on the gecko side, she has already appeared in front of you before your spells can keep up with her speed.
Before you even had time to give yourself a golden body technique, you found that you could see your butt with your eyes..."
Li Kongqing's cold addition made Li Lingyou very dissatisfied:
"Fifth brother, if I can delay guarding the palace for a while, I will use protective spells on myself while continuing to run to widen the distance..."
Li Kongqing looked at his eighteenth brother with pity: "Wake up, think about it carefully, that speed can break the sound barrier..."
Li Lingyou hesitated and responded gloomily: "As long as you don't know how to escape, death seems inevitable... Fortunately, we are in the same group."
Welling smiled slightly and gave a possibility:
"If, I mean if, there is more water around and the water spiritual power is sufficient, it is still possible to escape.
First of all, they directly applied several Mud Techniques to me and the gecko, mixed with Condensation and Water Arrow Techniques in the middle, so that the area we were in became like a swamp, and we could turn around and seize the time to escape. "
Li Lingyou felt a little incredible: "How is it possible? Such a simple elementary spell!
You can just jump out and continue to hunt down the Water Spirit Warlock..."
Li Kongqing thought for a moment and his eyes lit up: "Haha, I understand... Brother 18, you have forgotten the weight of Brother Wei Ling and Shou Gong!"
Li Lingyou was startled and suddenly realized:
"Ah...yes, yes, I ignored this. If the ground turns directly into a soft and slippery swamp, you won't be able to use your strength. It will inevitably sink and there will be a chance to escape."
"Yes, but the time cannot be too long. Welling can freeze and harden the mud, and he will soon catch up."
Li Kongqing is not optimistic at all.
Li Lingyou came up with another idea:
"Unless you are an intermediate earth spirit warlock, you can give it a try if you use "geographical deformation" to turn the ground into fluffy quicksand. If there is not enough water spiritual power around, Welling will not be able to quickly stabilize the quicksand. The two of them will The bit will sink into quicksand.”
Wei Ling nodded and gave Li Lingyou a thumbs up:
"This is reliable!"
Li Lingyou was a little happy:
"Yes, magic does need to be used flexibly. I learned it again."
