The Primordial Wizard

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Werther used the water polo technique to barely clear the sewage on the two of them. Smelling the stench on their bodies, Turtledove said:

"It stinks, we can't do this, it's impossible not to notice the stink."

In the end, they climbed up the ground from the sewer, pried open the door of a family of citizens, stunned them, and then quickly cleaned them. After about ten minutes, smelling the clean smell on their bodies, the turtledove nodded in satisfaction.

"This family has not been in a coma for at least a whole day. It is impossible for us to forcefully break into the correctional facility. We should first lurk and wait for the opportunity."

While they were talking, a patrolling team of Punishers had already approached the area.

The time went back three hours, and after Ace confirmed the truth of the matter, he decided to go to capture Gore's uncle Gaosa first.

"According to Gore's confession, Gore returns to his residence every day. I personally went to arrest him and confirm the situation of Misha's family."

Ace didn't waste time. The disappearance of Goyle and others should not have been discovered. Tonight is another moonless night, and it is the best time to act.

Ace asked Warren and others to continue to torture Gore and Hull, while he manipulated the shadow crows, stepping on the shadows and quickly came to Gao Sa's house.

In Gaosa's bedroom, there was the faint sound of crows, and the dark crow shadows gathered, gradually becoming a dark two-dimensional human figure, staring at Gaosa who was sleeping, showing a hollow and terrifying smile.

Dozens of shadow touches protruded from the back of the pitch-black figure, gently stroking Gao Sa, and the real dream and Gao Sa's dream gradually merged through the shadow touch.

In the dreamland, the sky is clear, the green grassland, Gao Sa is drinking wine on the high platform, and several beauties in hot clothes are accompanying him. When the toasts are mixed, the sky suddenly turns gray and thunderstorms break out.

Gao Sa was drenched by the downpour, and was furious. He was about to curse, when the hot beauties around him suddenly turned dark, and instantly turned into hundreds of shadowy touches, which entangled him and dragged him to the ground in an instant. In the shadows.

In reality, in Gaosa's bedroom, his soul was pulled by Ace with the shadow touch, and slowly pulled into the real dreamland along with the dream fog created by the real dreamland.

In the dark torture room, Gao Sa's soul was tied to a cross in a dream and was beaten severely.

This is the latest application of the real fantasy dreamland, which can make people fall into the dreamland. If the strength is too different from Ace, even the soul will be pulled into the dreamland.

The damage received in the dream will be halved and returned to reality.

To put it simply, if you are slightly injured in a dream, you will turn blue in reality; if you are seriously injured in a dream, you will be slightly injured in reality;

Entering the dream, the battle and the scene are not all controlled by Ace, but according to the changes in the mental strength, will and dream scene of both parties, but in any case, this is Ace's home field, as long as he is not too strong, it is difficult to fight in the dream. Defeating him is at most breaking free from the dream.

In the dream, Gao Sa was beaten to the brink of death,

His mental strength is too low, and he doesn't have the strong will and virtue runes of the knight to isolate the influence of the dream, and he has no resistance in the dream.

As Gao Sa slowly collapsed, his memories turned into dream light clusters one by one. Ace looked through them one by one, not only clarifying the cause and effect, but also knowing the current situation.

"What the hell is..."

The voice gradually disappeared, and Ace turned into the shadow of a flock of crows, hiding in the shadows, leaving only Gao Sa looking around in horror, with black blood flowing out of seven orifices.

The black blood seemed to follow a fixed trajectory, gradually condensing into a group of words.

Not long after, there was a violent explosion in the punishment center. The crows croaked and the gods wailed. The great hero Karim even chased him out, shouting, "It's the raven devil, unforgivable!"

Seeing nearly a hundred fleeing shadow crows, Karim was furious, and mobilized all the punishers to hunt down the "raven devil" in a fit of rage.

Most of the correctional facility had collapsed, and the scattered corpses were manipulated by the shadows, forming a sentence. Karim was even more angry when he saw this sentence.

"The Fire Thief Alliance will never surrender!"

Werther and Mr. Turtledove hid in the nearby attic, looked down the window, and found that the punishers began to break in from house to house, searching everywhere for the defiler, and they were surrounded.

Mr. Turtledove gritted his teeth, took a sip and said:

"I've been fooled by you. It's said that a natural overclocker like you has the best hope of becoming an official wizard. Remember to help me see the future of the magic path."

As soon as the words fell, the flat spell model in Mr. Turtledove's hand flickered and took shape, and he jumped out of the window suddenly. The gray cloth robe was laid flat, and it stopped firmly in the air. It turned out to be a magic flying carpet.

Standing on the flying carpet, with his upper body bare, he grabbed an oilcloth bag on the flying carpet with his magical hands and threw it on the spell model. In an instant, a fan-shaped torrent of scorching flames poured out from the spell model he held high.

The group of punishers dodged and resisted in embarrassment. When they found that the torrent of flames had disappeared, the turtledove had already flown away on a somewhat worn-out magic flying carpet.

"Chase! Don't let the defiler get away."

Werther watched the nearby punishers all go after the turtledove, tears streaming down his face silently.

"I'm sorry Mr. Turtledove, but I may not be able to see the future of magic."

His eyes were sad but firm, he was going to take a look at the ruins of the punishment center, maybe Misha was still alive.

Werther didn't hesitate, he quietly waited for the punishers to leave, he transformed into a gray cat with a transfiguration technique, and ran into the ruins of the correctional facility.

As soon as he entered the ruins of the correctional center, Werther was stunned. Just south of the correctional center was a small square with dozens of tall wooden pillars erected on it.

As an intermediate wizard apprentice, Werther's eyesight is very good, he clearly saw nearly ten people tied to the pillar, among them were Misha and Misha's parents.

The gray cat Werther ran hurriedly, fell down and rolled between the wooden pillars, and found that the person bound here had already lost his breath. He wailed silently, jumped onto Misha's shoulder and licked the wound on Misha's face.

It was useless, Misha, who was covered in bruises, had already died, and Ace was so annoyed by this, he used a magic glycerin tube as a casting material to blow up most of the correctional facilities from a long distance, leaving behind the name of the fire thief number and stamp.

At this moment, Werther heard Misha's whisper.

"Werther, Werther, live..."

The gray cat responded anxiously, but Misha made no sound again. He listened carefully and found that the sound was not from Misha, but from the little conch in her chest.

The weak magical reaction lingered on the little conch, and Werther felt the rhythm on the conch, which was somewhat similar to Misha's soul frequency.

In a trance, Werther seemed to see Misha struggling to endure the pain. She was afraid, she was missing, and all kinds of emotions lingered, and the conch became her only sustenance.

the original wizard

the original wizard