Blood of Mercury

The raging storm swept across the top of the third tower.

Invisible and colorless small blades mixed in the violent hurricane, the hurricane roared and swirled in the narrow corridor, and sparks continued to appear on the walls.

In less than ten seconds, one or two great wizards will be torn to shreds by the hurricane pulled up from the ground. In the sharp noise like a chainsaw cutting, their bodies turned into blood mist and minced flesh into the storm, dyeing the entire storm a faint crimson.

In a storm of this level, not to mention talking, even breathing is difficult. The diaphragm was simply not strong enough to fight such a violent storm, and barely a shred of air could be pumped into the lungs.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the nostrils of the great wizards. I don't know if it was because of the minced meat mixed in the wind, or because the external storm was pumping the plasma back from the lungs.

If it weren't for the fact that the physique of the great wizard was far beyond that of ordinary people, this complete suffocation alone would be enough to kill them. But even so, they began to gradually feel a little discomfort in their bodies.

However, compared to the abnormality of the body, it was their gradually becoming anxious mood that began to lead to the loss of control.

No matter what kind of protective witchcraft is used, in the face of the violent hurricane, all witchcraft seems so ridiculous. The enchantment vacuum barrier, which theoretically can be immune to all atmospheric damage, was also completely torn apart by the hurricane.

Correspondingly, the great wizards continue to emit large pieces of sorcery every second, from low-level to high-level, from enchantment to tricky knife to confusion-it can be said that almost every time they can seriously hurt the fat man, Almost every second he would die several times.

However, no matter how much damage he inflicted, even if he was torn to ashes, it was of no use at all. It only takes a short while for that person to fully recover.

That fat man was dancing his hands intoxicatedly in the gust of wind, showing the frenzied and focused expression of a conductor.

No amount of sorcery seemed to affect him. And he didn't have the idea of ​​​​killing the wizards immediately. He just used the rolled up hurricane to obliterate a few wizards every once in a while.

The great wizards killed by him seem to be not many, not even a fraction of the dozens of them - but with the passage of time, the dead companions and the completely invincible enemies have begun to make the great wizards consider how to Escape from here.

Even the destruction of the third tower, which is regarded as a spiritual symbol, does not seem unforgivable.

The scene has gradually gotten out of control...

"... a bunch of hopeless idiots."

Tanas shook his head and looked away. Stop following the massacre at the door.

The other party is obviously only one person, but so many wizards are scared to death.

The mountain man in the black robe didn't talk about attacking. Since his appearance, he has said a few impassioned words in total. Just smashed a bottle.

Tanas could even see that the contents of the bottle should be a fairly ordinary bruise potion. Tanas even saw a few unevenly ground stalks from the pool of green liquid on the ground.

Apart from that, the slightly fat mountaineer didn't have any extra moves. His eyes shone with a wolf-like green light, and as he walked, the same green light flashed in the eyes of all the great wizards.

Every ten seconds, one or two great witchcraft suddenly fell. There was not even the slightest injury to them. But he let out an unpleasant wailing like being lingered, and fell heavily to the ground, and then died with a twisted look of extreme fear on his face.

The other wizards kept releasing lethal witchcraft to the empty space without people, and even affected many of their companions; the people who were clearly standing in the back row and in an absolutely safe position inexplicably held up defensive witchcraft, with their faces on their faces. He also showed the pain of being slashed by someone.

"Is it illusion... It's a big deal."

Tanas sighed again. Something flickered in the cloudy eyes.

"Oh? Old man, if you have any comments or suggestions on the works below, please point them out directly."

A somewhat sharp but gentleman's voice sounded from Tanas: "Actually, I'm curious why you haven't fallen into illusion..."

Old Tanas turned around and found that the fat man in the black robe had walked to his side.

The great wizards on the road subconsciously retreated or avoided him when he approached. At the same time, the fire continued to attack the open space.

If it weren't for the fact that the five towers of the White Tower had the ability to resist witchcraft, the witchcraft of these great wizards alone would be enough to shatter the third tower from the inside.

Really, a bunch of idiots.

Tanas sighed a third time and shook his head slightly.

The cowardly gaze characteristic of the peaceful old scholar sank little by little, transforming into something more rebellious.

"The answer is simple."

A dim light gradually shone in Tanas' eyes.

"Cunning Fox" Saint Rowe suddenly had some bad omen in his heart.

"A person who has been crazy once will naturally not be crazy a second time."

Old Tanas smiled slightly, and said in an old and elegant voice, "And another reason is...Compared to Ismo, your methods are really too childish."

Lowe's Adam's apple slid up and down uneasily.

"It's the first time we met, please forgive me if you are careless in your words and deeds."

While saying this, Old Tanas smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Lowe.

but. His right hand was not facing Lowe, who was standing in front of him, but an open space.

Finally, Saint Rowe's expression completely changed.

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The figure of Saint Rowe before dissipated like a bubble. An inconspicuous little figure appeared out of thin air from the direction where the old Tanas stretched out his hand.

Lowe's expression was completely solemn.

"I'm Lowe. Lowe Aldari."

Say so. The short, dwarf-like red-haired man took off his hood and gloves, and held Tanas's outstretched hand. His voice was full of respect: "Master, please respect your name."

"It's not a master, I'm just a gambler who just lost with nothing."

Tanas said leisurely: "As for my name..."

When he was still talking, Old Tanas' pupils had completely turned black.

Tanas smiled slightly. I saw straight teeth that should have been severely worn but not yellowed or incomplete. Now it has become like a shark, with layers of sharp teeth shining with a cold light.

"...Just call me, Edward." (To be continued.)