A Sorcerer’s Journey

Eight years later.

Grinding his teeth, Green walked hard on the walking trail of Hunter's Castle under the Seven Rings Tower Defensive Shield.

Unlike spiritual strength, you can slowly raise your magic to the same level of spiritual strength by simply insisting on meditation. Physical strength, strength, and activity of your body cells need to be exercised before you can reach the level of physical potential that you deserve to be able to fight.

Phew Phew Phew...

It's hard to imagine a high-quality refinery wizard like Green just getting so tired of walking alone, which is hard to say.

But the truth is, that's it.

More recently, Green's body and limbs carry overweight alloys refined through alchemy formulas, which were originally used for configuring spacecraft, while Green put them on himself.

If these weights alone affect Green, it is far from possible to allow Green to gasp like this, but as Green travels, he continuously connects the forces of the ground to exert gravitational restraints on himself, so that the strong gravitational force coupled with the excessive weight makes Green almost always struggle.

In this way, Green's extreme fatigue is not difficult to explain.

In the sky, two wizard companions accompanying the flight looked at Green on the ground. Green ignored the eyes of both of them. He just lowered his head and tried to move towards his previous predetermined goal. The robe, already wet by sweat, was close to Green's strong and wild body, and his chest gasped and fluctuated.

Next to the white slate trail is an artificial stream between the castles of the hunters, where fish swim happily, reflecting Green's difficult journey.

“Well? Morning, I saw you again today. ”

Greeting Green was an old wizard with a woman's face, as she was sneaking around her beloved pet pig with two ropes, two pet pigs only about 20 cm long, long nose humming, short little hooves white skin, curly little tail, round and cute.

As the sun sets west, the shadow of the tree of life slowly avoids Green's body, and a long, rickety shadow pulls away in the sun.

“Mmm.”

He nodded and greeted the witch lightly. Green lowered his head and staggered him. Two drops of sweatballs flowed down his forehead to his chin and fell on the slate.

Humph, hum...

Two happy piglets dragged the Ming Wizard away.

A moment later.

“Yo, Green, I'm here with you again today. How's it going, Gao?” Critia smiled and looked at Green.

The long skirt between the reds and greens half-covered the shyness of Claretia, yet highlighted her arrogant demonic figure. A golden glitter mystery necklace in front of Snow White's chest slipped into the gap between the two high peaks, attracting sight and infinite thoughts, with a captivating exotic tone and a sacred inviolable face.

What a fairy!

Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah...

The crisp sound of Critia's high heels treading on the rock road echoes around Green, and the alluring wonder of her body lingers.

Green did not speak, still bowed his head and walked resolutely, like a camel walking in the desert, not moving for everything outside, “whining” greed breathed the vibrant fresh air around him.

After a hourglass of time.

Critia looked at the empty slate in front of her and muttered: "This is by no means a distorted principle of witchcraft in space during the apprenticeship of witches, but should be a new development of some kind of space capability. This guy, it seems, intends to study the knowledge of space systems...”

In contemplation, Critia shook her head and flew to her castle.

Green Demon Hunter Castle.

The hot boiling water drained Green's body, but no harm could be caused to Green's basic elements resistance. A strong body stood still in the bathroom, steam diffused, and the body gradually began to relax and soothe.

Hmm?

Suddenly, Green single-handedly photographed the crystal ball and looked at a series of messages in the crystal ball's light screen, muttering: “Shadow mystery world? Nearly nine years after the last space fortress, is the team almost there? This time the Shadow Mystery World is signed by three Holy Mark Wizards together with themselves, and there shouldn't be too many problems in winning the Hunter. ”

dī dī dī dī...

Millie's crystal ball message came, Green didn't hesitate, and the delivery magic chose to connect while quickly getting dressed.

“Green, how are you doing over there? The shadow mystery world, by name, should be very different from the rules of the wizard world system, just hope that the environment is not too harsh.” Millie's voice spoke with some concern.

Green frowned: “We don't have much choice when we have a contract in place. It is customary for a demon hunter to have half a month in a space fortress to learn about the rules of the world of war and to prepare for dissecting exotic biological specimens. The demon wizard will distribute rough information about the world of war and specimens of racial experiments, so prepare some more at that time. ”

“Hmm.”

Millie nodded and went on to ask, "How's your soul slave situation? I made some mistakes, and two dead soul slaves haven't been able to replenish them yet. ”

Pā!

One ringing finger, behind Green, stood four black bone nail skin human beings, only one meter and five tall, faintly: “These guys have been modified by me with blood sorcery and proprietary witch knowledge, the fighting power can handle the legendary knight who has just undergone low-level blood sorcery, the maximum attack power is 150 degrees, but the vitality is excellent. Well, I call them Eaters. ”

Ho, ho! Ho, ho!

Four-headed eaters roared, a pair of black manta wings unfolded from behind, while a little purple energy appeared in his mouth, and inky green venom was secreted on his nails.

“Huh? Looks good, how about selling me both ends, the price you pay, as long as it's not a witch trade.” Millie said with joy.

“Yes, I have three heads of reserves left," Green said. "I'll send you the last two. All right, give me three hourglass hours to seal up the lab, and then we'll go to Dark Wizard Headquarters. ”

“Mmm.” Millie closed the crystal ball contact.

Shadow Mystery World...

As Green pondered, he walked to the lab and began to seal up some of the experimental equipment and put some of the experimental equipment that might have been used during the Wars of the Hounds into dimensional gaps or world debris.

“Gaga, my noble Master Green, we have news of the hunter's mission. Are you ready to go?” Brother Ba stood on the overhead chandelier and asked Green.

Green lowered his head and picked up the specimen on his hand, and he didn't raise his head and said, "Well, it's an exotic world called the Shadow Mystery, so go get ready. ”

“Oh... what are my lonely eight brothers prepared for? But for a hundred or two years, say goodbye to my Angele boy.” Eight brothers spread their wings and flew towards Angele's Hunter Castle.

After two hourglass times.

Green sits on the lobby sofa and thinks about what he's missing.

A minute later, Green repeatedly confirmed that he had not missed anything and was about to walk out of the castle, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the servant who was cleaning the room diligently and diligently.

At this time, the old man chewed his body almost to the ground, his lean body trembled with a broom, his breathing was a little heavy, his wrinkled green skin clumped together, without any vitality, death and heaviness.

Green can estimate that if there is no accident, this old man can only live two to three years at most.

It seemed to feel Green's gaze, the old man chewed up his head and looked up at Green. His eyes were a little cloudy and he gasped: “Master? ”

Green was a little stuck and almost forgot about him.

Green was caught in thought, and the Soul Slave, for a wizard, did not really have some experimental equipment yet, and just now, he almost wasted a precious Soul Seed Flame because of this mistake.

Mindful of the spell of witchcraft, he waved and the old man chewed out a green flame that was simply invisible to ordinary people and merged into Green's body.

The old man ate a weakness and fell to the ground, and the broom dropped a "bang” on the ground.

“Master…”

Even if the seeds of the soul had been lost, there was no resistance at all to the old man's eating, his eyes clouding and looking at Green.

A fireball technique solved this useless material at will, but when Green saw those cloudy, wet eyes, it seemed like something had touched his heart, suddenly stopping his arms and constantly remembering the dripping life of the castle of the Hunter for two centuries.

Because of absolute control, wizards have no emotions whatsoever about soul slaves, as if humans do not care about mechanical puppets.

But the Soul Slave is not a mechanical puppet, it is a completely independent life form, it has its own emotional fluctuations and life course, it is only controlled by the Soul Command by the Wizard.

It seems that the wizard is in complete control of the body and soul of the soul slave, but the soul slave still has feelings of his own, he is still alive, but can only look silently at everything outside his body.

Extinguishing the thought of casually killing this useless soul slave material, Green decided to ‘give' this slave to devote his life to devoting himself to obtaining a decent and peaceful last moment before his death.

A few intermediate magic stones and a bottle of restorative medicine were taken out and thrown over, Green said faintly: "After I'm gone, make yourself at home, leave you a piece of land in the yard, and you can bury yourself here later. ”

After that, Green turned around and left, and the castle wooden door “squeaked” shut.