A Sorcerer’s Journey

Eyes are filled with corpses and rivers of blood, and a stream of nitrous smoke rolls up into the sky on a land full of sores.

The sky is dark red, mixed with blood mist and smoke, and from time to time a slave monster chases several lonely golden Amonro away, with a round of explosion shocks coming from behind Green.

Looking far away, in that far away place, countless creatures are rolling over each other, cruelly killing each other, and in the central area are two creatures that control super powerful energetic bodies, the King of Mysteries, the Word of the Grave Wizard.

From time to time, two quaternary organisms release an energy shockwave, inadvertently sweeping the surrounding hills flat and flat out of giant pits, killing one of the lower organisms.

Green floated in the sky, recovered his magic with the magic stone in his hand and flew in the direction known to Second Master Dadalon.

The demon hunter's weapon is a disposable device. After the demonic stone inside is depleted, it loses its purpose. The next time you return to the Seven Rings Tower, you can use this demon's depleted weapon to offset five Witches and add five Witches for a new set.

Green, who put on a new lenient magic cannon, knew that the first great battle of the world of shadow mysteries had been fought by the demon hunter, basically the victory of the demon hunter had been decided. The defeated Army of Shadows of Amonro had only struggled at the end of the day, and even some desperate Amonro had begun to fly like a moth into the fortress of the original space.

Could it be an attempt to defuse the rage?

What a stupid act of ignorance!

With the performance of the native space fortress, even if it is discretionary, the ability of no quaternary organism can cause any devastating damage, not to mention the self-defeating system of the space fortress and the words of the Holy Mark Wizard sitting in the town.

Just now Green was in danger of being killed by the guardians of the world, but from another point of view, the cloaking of the mystery of shadows, the Wizard of the Sacred Marks, is a similar disaster for the creatures of the world?

Low-level creatures want to fight back?

Unless it is the power of a group of thousands of enlightened wizards that is so possible, and where solidarity and collaboration are essential, it is clear that Amonro does not possess this capability in this relatively primitive world of shadow mysteries.

After a half-hourglass time, Green slowly fell after looking at the camphor tree shown by a crystal ball.

The Changma tree is the unique plant of the world of Amonro, the underground palace on which the Amonro mysterious aristocracy depends, divided into two parts: surface and underground. The part above the surface of the Changma tree resembles a long loaf of bread consumed by the civilian population of the wizard world, with an air vent at the top of the bread and a constant "whining” of breath.

The principal material of the camphor tree is not the fibrous body of traditional human thought, but a strange fat.

It seems that in this world of different rules, most plants are made of similar fatty materials.

According to Crystal Ball records, the chamomile tree is bare on the ground, probably not even a thousandth of the total, and the underground part is its true subject.

And at this moment, this 100-meter camphor tree in front of Green keeps thinking, how big is this underground palace?

“Hmm? Green?” Surprising sounds come from the ground.

At this time, the ground was scattered with the appearance of more than thirty dark wizards, two of whom were constantly discussing with the surrounding junior wizards in the centre to define their battle plans.

Slowly landing Green followed the sound of a mechanical long tail that resembled the tail of a scorpion and an exposed robotic arm, a giant metal spiral disc on the back, and this wizard was Victor?

When Green sold the heart of the ancient mechanics, this guy was also interested, and the green-eyed wizard Rosenie was in better financial shape than Victor.

“Victor, how's it going here?” Green greeted him and asked about it.

Although Green was also surprised by the chance to meet Victor here, since it had been thought that both of them would most likely have participated in this expedition simultaneously, the unexpected encounter was naturally accepted and immediately turned to the subject to ask about the situation here.

Obviously, under these camphor trees, there must be a lot of mighty Amonro, and the power gathered makes even more than thirty dark wizards feel stubborn.

Many dark wizards around them looked at Green and generally remembered Green's worn spiral gray white face of truth and a long blonde hair, then again whispered about preparing for battle.

A second-degree wizard floated towards Green, and the wizard's head turned out to be a giant pumpkin, much bigger than his body, yellow orange flakes, and Green could not even be sure whether it was transformed witchcraft or bloodline witchcraft.

Pumpkin heads salute Green manners with a simple greeting.

“Now that you know each other, it is not up to me to share with you the following information. Our goal is to kill all the creatures inside that resist the will of the great wizard.” The pumpkin head wizard said harshly to Green Yin, his mouth full of tiny sharp teeth, dense and numb countless pieces.

Green nodded silently without changing his gaze in the face of truth.

“Hmm.” The second-degree demon hunter turned around and left.

Between demon hunters, there is no need to speak too much, everyone is solely responsible for themselves.

Victor stretched out his robotic arm, which at this time was 30 centimetres thick and slightly thicker, a lot more material than during his apprenticeship as a wizard, unparalleled sophistication, and even a single arm was fitted with a lot of mechanical aids.

Kacha.

When a flap opens on the robot arm, one of the dense and numb mechanical bees flies out.

Green's eyes slightly squinted, and through mental energy sensing, these mechanical bee internal energy concentration points were quite ingenious and should be self-destructing devices. The degree of self-destruct attack, though not known, was roughly estimated to be above 200 degrees.

And just inside this robotic arm, there are hundreds of them.

wung wung wung...

The mechanical bee's wings vibrated extremely fast. After flying to Victor's face, Victor slowly lifted his robotic arm and extended his fingertips towards the mechanical bee. A fine metal needle penetrated the inside of the mechanical bee, and Victor's right eye began to release some images like a crystal ball light screen.

“This is an image of the underground passage inside the Chama tree previously detected by the mechanical bee, where the fat barrier appears to shed its own light due to the absorption of excessive fire elements in the world, so it does not hinder wizards with poor perception. It is important to note, however, that the interior of these fat barriers is a perfect hiding place for Gold Amonro, and it is difficult to detect them by common means. And..."

The image in Green Field of View is the view of this mechanical bee.

There are these bread-like, fat-like passages all around, seemingly shrinking and creeping as if breathing, with most of the passages looking like 30 to 40 meters in diameter, and some like underground squares beneath the Wizard's World Tree of Life.

Crowds of inferior Amonro roam in mechanical bee view, these inferior creatures seem to be perfectly adapted to this underground life, appear to be much faster in the Chama tree passage than on the ground, and are similar to these Chama trees, often slightly squeezed towards the fat barrier, leaving the entire body out of it.

According to Green's estimation, these low-level Amonoros are almost double the size of the ground, and each head of Amonoro is capable of a low-level, legendary knight who has not been rehabilitated by blood.

Halfway through Victor's words, Green naturally asked, “And what? ”

"And the mystery of the world, Amonro, can only be harnessed in the shadows to achieve the most powerful state of mystery energy," said Victor. However, what Amonro calls the shadow is not a shadow that the wizard understands, but a shadow mystery that lies deep and in the camphor tree cave! ”

After that, Victor opened his mouth and spit out a scroll. After a squeak opened the scroll, the three groups of sealed mystery energy were constantly struggling between the script.

Victor pointed to these three mysterious energies, and said: "You see, these three mysterious energies were collected from the dim shadow clouds at the center of the battlefield, deep in the shadow clouds here, and from the lower mystery Amonro in the Chama Tree Cave, where the difference in energy properties is almost double! ”

Mm-hmm.

The isolation also looked closely at the three mysterious energies, and Green had not yet seen the mystery Amonro under the deep shadow clouds, coming all the way from the central battlefield area, and therefore had no knowledge of the situation.

A few minutes later, Green muttered: "13 degrees, 21 degrees, 28 degrees. ”

In a short period of time, Green simulated the attack power of the three mysteries in the same mass through a complex calculation formula, and the gap between them was truly astonishing.

Low-level Amonro is at least twice as powerful in Chama Tree Caves as it is in the battlefield.

In that case, isn't it true that any low-level mystery Amonro would be as powerful as a fluorescent green Amonro if he fought a wizard in a Changma Tree Cave?

And there are also those that enhance a lot of gold Amonro can hide perfectly in the barrier of the tree cave fat...

“Jiao Jiao, the soul of this lower creature is really just a primitive soul, has successfully analyzed the dissection, let me explore the information through it, Jiao Jiao..."

Suddenly, a dark wizard laughed with no hesitation and Green and others looked over. The dark wizard seemed to have a great deal of research into soul witchcraft and was reading spells with a baby Scarecrow, while Amon struggled unconsciously with a coma mystery on an improvised altar.

The dark sorcerer's wrinkled skin smelled dead gray and suddenly shouted when he was excited to the highest point, pounding, the scarecrow in his hand spontaneously ignited.

“Oh no, my soul is too weak to bear a bride! Goddamn it! What the hell are you guarding down there? Why don't you run away and fight to the death?” The wizard raggedly yelled at the self-igniting scarecrow in his hand, staring at him, ugly and utterly. The large phalanges of his lean skin pronounced dead and strangled the scarecrow in his hand.

“Big Blood Falls Lava Dragon, uh...” Scarecrow turned to ash.