Frost Wings

Tick, tick, tick.

The elf girl walked in the underground waterway at dawn with the White River in her arms, and foul-smelling water droplets dripped from the top of the underground waterway.

The elf girl who was in a state of **** of humans showed a displeased expression, obviously something in her nature had begun to resist the confinement of her mind.

Bai He silently closed his sense of smell. For him, this can be done without spells. Jonk Varage's face is serious, and he can't see that just a few minutes ago, he was speaking sharply to a poor man who was dying. The old man in the state was ruthlessly intimidating, and it was even more difficult to see that he was still on the verge of collapse when he was earlier.

Kill that bitch.

The thought now occupies all Jonker's mind, and he finds thousands of reasons why this woman should be damned, from the lover he doesn't know exists, to the wild seed in his belly, and of course, the long time to him. Squeeze and blow endlessly.

This blow started when the woman entered the mansion, until she successfully became pregnant, and the blow reached its peak, until he was completely confined to that small manor.

Now it's time for you to die.

Jonker Varage's monstrous resentment is directed at the woman he has never met several times, and all the resentment about his future and future is bet on that woman.

Must take revenge.

Jonker calculated the distance and used teleportation to directly reach the sewers. At this point in time, what happened in the manor was far from enough to reach here. After a time difference, if you kill this bitch, you can arrange the follow-up more calmly. .

If you can't get rid of this bitch, things will become much more troublesome in the future.

The madness and hysteria in his heart turned into a detached calm at this moment. After a while, countless plans came to his mind, and there was a score for what to do next, but the premise was that the woman must die quickly enough, preferably silently. No interest.

No, if the spells that dominate the series can work normally, then killing her directly may not be the best way.

Contemplating the gains and losses, Jonk Varage pondered with a gloomy expression. He looked at the white dragon. Under his strange mental state, he began to ponder some questions, such as how to use him.

The power of this white dragon is undoubtedly powerful. Obviously, he has graduated from Yaba. It has been less than five years, and some of the information exposed in the battle just now made him even more terrified.

The mass violent **** technique, the effect of this spell's astonishing and heavy mouth is second, the main information is that it is a seventh-level spell.

In five years, he went from a rookie to a high-level wizard capable of casting seventh-level spells.

Jonker was extremely shocked. He didn't know that he might be the first human in Antas to witness the White River Wizard's Road from scratch, but he knew that the speed was terrifying.

An ordinary wizard who started as an apprentice, with enough talent and enough background (to prevent him from becoming a scrolling machine and chores), would take an average of twenty or thirty years to complete such a long journey.

Even so, among the more than 300 officially named sorcerers in the entire Northland Mage Alliance, there are only twenty high-level wizards who can perform seventh-level spells. Whether they are researchers or battle mages, they are all elites among the elite. .

The white dragon in front of me has such a spellcasting level. When I recall the process of the battle in the manor, although the memory was slightly blurred when it was controlled by the instruction, some details still made Jonke feel a little terrified. The spell level of this white dragon is no longer high. The talent is mediocre as he can measure it.

Since coming into contact with arcane magic, Jonker has known that his talent is worth lamenting, even if he is exhausted, the information related to the fourth ring of the magic net and above is like a book to him, even the information of the third ring arcane, He couldn't understand all of them even though he tried his best. The few third-level spells he had learned were based on incomplete understanding and repeated experiments. He couldn't understand many of the contents of the basic mantra, and the success of casting the spells depended on repeated practice. Intuitive reflexes formed.

This shows that Jonker Varage's spell talent ends here. Maybe after a long research career, he can get away with researching a few arcane spells of the fourth ring, but in the wizarding community, he is destined to become the cornerstone of the middle and lower levels. .

For his peers in the academy and the graduate students selected by his mentor, Jonker was often jealous to the point of gnashing his teeth, but he would get tired if he was too jealous. Now he looked at the white dragon in front of him with only fear and amazement in his heart.

With your own level and intelligence, can you use this cunning evil dragon at will?

Jonk Varage has a little sober awareness, maybe it's not enough.

What will happen to me, who is accomplice to this dragon, in the future?

No matter what, he has to get what he wants.

Jonk Varage frowned, and there was determination in his eyes.

Just when he was thinking heavily, Bai He grabbed him and almost staggered him. He glanced at Bai He strangely, but saw Bai He pointed to the hole on the side of the sewer, and started it lightly. magic item.

Staff - Silence

Scroll - Invisible Orb

Jonker Varage's heart suddenly jumped, but he saw a few ragged people over there with their heads bowed in and out of the place. The white dragon pulled him closer to the room. Bai He observed these people carefully, and saw that although their clothes were ragged, their clothes were somewhat uniform. They were all tattered red hoods and black inner shirts, with ragged cloth cloaks.

Noticing the dress of these people, Jonker suddenly whispered: "Eternal Sleeper, they are the believers of the Eternal Sleeper."

"What is an eternal sleeper?" Bai He asked strangely.

"One..." Jonker shuddered: "An ancient god, I have seen this code name in the Book of the Gods and local history, and his real name has long since disappeared. Wait, don't look at them. "

"Huh?" Bai He turned around: "What's the point of this god?"

"Can't read their lips, can't listen to this god's name, otherwise it will attract his attention."

"Is it scary?" Bai Long was puzzled.

"According to some legends, he was the main **** of a certain **** and one of the ancestors of mankind, but he failed miserably in the ancient war and was sealed somewhere in the material world." Jonker said: "His divine power Still, if he pays attention, he will definitely be seduced by him."

"This plot... Could it be that these grandchildren are going to rescue him?" Bai Long was a little curious. He didn't care about such ghostly things on earth, but in this world he was very interested.

"Yes, many people have been summoned by him. It is said that they are humanoids with his descendants' blood. This church has activities in various places in Antas. Damn it... How did they come to the north again." Jonker Varitch was sweating coldly: "Could it be that bitch... no, no, it's a little farther from here, that **** may not have the guts, but..."

A sullen look suddenly appeared on his face.

"But what?" Bai He thought about it for a while and came to his senses. He laughed and said, "Don't you just want to throw this pool of dirty water on that woman? This is a good way. There is a high possibility of reconciliation with your father, isn't it?"

Jonk Varage was stunned as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Baihe shook his head, not knowing whether to appreciate or sneer at this idea.

"Maybe so." Jonker's expression twisted a few times, and finally showed a sad look: "I want to get the title no matter what, I must not lose it, you can rest assured, Mr. Long, I will not interfere with the back. The plan is carried out, I only hope, I only hope that everyone can be satisfied..."

He murmured something he didn't believe, but the mocking smile on Bai He's face became more and more obvious.

This cult's secret den is very interesting to Bai He. Although he didn't look at it with his eyes, he could detect a strange source vibration. Although this vibration came from the magic net, it showed a kind of vibration completely different from magic. The characteristics are not even the same as the current divine arts.

He was a little interested, but he didn't have any further plans. Instead, he and Jonker started to figure out how to use this sudden phenomenon to make things more artistic.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps in the distant place, and a man in a samurai costume sneaked down from the tunnel entrance.

When Jonk saw this man, his eyes widened, his expression suddenly became angry, he was short of breath, and pointed his finger at him: "That's right, it's this guy, the mansion guard, Bo Sijie, he is the most loyal bitch. Lag dog, the attendant my father gave me was the one who led someone to drive away secretly, you see, how can this mean that they have nothing to do with each other, they are obviously colluding."

Baihe shrugged and held down Jonker. He made a gesture, the double-sided silence barrier became one-way, and the sound from the outside came in.

This Bosijie met with a cultist, who wore a headband under his red hood, and a ring of gold thread embroidered in the center of the outer rag cloak, which seemed to stand out from the crowd.

They greeted each other. The head guard looked at the believers who were gathering and said to the believers with a very displeased expression, "What did you do? Why did the gathering start at this time? If I find out, it will be very difficult for me to do it."

"Well~ my compatriot Bo Sijie, I also want to ask, what on earth did you do?" The believers let out a strange laugh. There was some kind of strange ethereal voice in the laughter, although it was not unpleasant, But it gives a very uncomfortable feeling.

"The grand ceremony will start in a few days, and you haven't got the most critical license, if our people can't"

"There is no good excuse, and she is very vigilant if she can't get special permission." Bosjie looked ashamed: "Unfortunately, I have tried my best."

He was tall and mighty, and his expression was not all the roughness of a northern man. In other words, in most places in Antas, he could be called handsome.

Just from this majestic and upright temperament, it is estimated that no one will associate him with secret associations or cult members at first sight.

Of course, maybe they don't think they belong to a cult.

"Where is the question of excuses? The important question is, you have been close to the woman for more than a year, and you still haven't gotten her hands on her. As long as you achieve this goal, what kind of problem is one or two special permits? The effect is so splendid that in order to proceed without error, the guards of the day must be ours, so that it can be delayed enough."

"I'm sorry, Lord Bishop, she is very loyal to the city lord, I can't break her heart in this respect." The captain of the Bosijie bodyguard knelt down.

Bai He sneered silently, and glanced at Young Master Jonker with an ugly expression.

"Anyway, Bosje, my compatriots! Three days before the ceremony, you must obtain special permission. For our great cause, as long as Father's voters can come successfully, all the sacrifices are worth it, right. Now, if the usual offensive doesn't work, then you can use this." The bishop took out a dirty badge and handed it over: "This badge can penetrate all the magic shields that are not protected by the father to achieve the effect of charm. , but you have to pay attention! It can only be used once. Every ray of father's strength is hard-won, and for him, we have sacrificed the lives of several compatriots!"

"Thank you...Thank you for your great father's trust~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bo Sijie knelt down and took the badge. He was moved to tears, fell to the ground, and sang together with the bishop, "For—"

Bai He turned around with Jonker, and closed the silence barrier again, so as not to hear the name of this ancient god.

Jonker took a few breaths with a complicated look on his face, and watched Chief Guard Bo Sijie and this eccentric bishop go to worship like a god. He must be lying."

"Whether it's true or not, this at least provides a good opportunity to splash dirty water. We can make the work more beautiful, right?" Bai Long sneered and dropped a spell tray, which clacked and landed. On the ground, after laying flat, a portal opened, and in the faraway dragon's nest, S1 summoned the ghost, and appeared in Baihe's body through the simple teleportation array that passed through the flash.

Jonker stared at these twenty-four ghosts whose magic power was terrifying. During the nesting process for several months, the ghosts did not stop transforming themselves. Their spiritual structure was more reasonable and firm. The carrying capacity of thinking and the resistance of magic power are stronger. Ghosts are now able to cast seventh-ring necromancy and enchantment spells, and they also possess various super magic skills. In these two aspects alone, they are much stronger than Baihe.

Jonker's heart trembled several times, and he became even more afraid of Baihe's power. He watched these ghosts compress and attached to Baihe's body, took a deep breath, and pointed in one direction: "Long, Mr. Long, There is a secret passage leading directly to the atrium. He has not been blocked yet. We need to do it as soon as possible. According to the plan, those dens of hers should also be prepared. "

Bai He nodded, waved his hand gently, and figures left his body one after another.