A Sorcerer’s Journey

“So... what are we doing here? ”

The surrounding locust crowd gradually dispersed, and Critia leaned next to Green and asked.

After glancing around, Green focused his eyes on the pathological locust children, sighing: “To integrate into the life here first, I need to gather data on the impact of the abyss moss, gather information on the Blazing Sword Lane, and by the way, secretly explore the witches and blood stones here. ”

“Hmm.”

Critia responded and followed Green to a woman in the distance.

The middle-aged woman was followed by two young locusts, aged around 10 and 17, respectively, according to human calculations.

Both little locusts are women, and the older ones seem to be less visibly affected by the smell of the abyss, looking very healthy and wearing a fiery red veil on their faces.

And that little locust man, he had dense, numb, black spots on his body, with some plush spots that looked terrible.

The middle-aged locust woman saw Green and Critia walking over and saluted slightly.

“Dear Locust Warrior, what can I do for you? ”

Behind the middle-aged women, two small locusts also paid tribute.

Green nodded, looking very talkative and friendly, pointing back at Critia: “This is my sister Tia, and we came to Sandalwood Fort to shelter from the shadow of the wizard outside, and I hope you will help us find a suitable place if it is convenient. ”

Green then took out several flame red fruits and a small packet of sulphur powder, and two sparkling stones were delivered to the woman.

“After all, now that Sandalwood Fort is overcrowded, I don't want my sister to live in the open streets. ”

When Green saw the goods, the three locusts revealed a surprise.

A middle-aged locust woman glanced around and put away a handful to prevent peeping around.

“How can a noble locust like you and Tia live on the streets? This is my eldest daughter Namor, my youngest daughter Natsuki, two distinguished guests, come with me. ”

Middle-aged locust women are delighted.

As can be seen, due to the contamination of the abyss moss, although Sandalwood Fort Castle has not yet reached its desperate point, sulfur powder has temporarily controlled the trend of the abyss moss spreading into the city, but it also makes the city like a lone island boat.

The only non-polluting plantation outside the city, controlled by several rulers and temple sacrifices, serves only the food of locust warriors in the city in order to maintain the basic rules of order in the city.

If other locusts do not want to get hungry, they can only leave Sandalwood Fort in search of potentially uncontaminated food on land that has already been contaminated by the abyss, where commercial trade has been blocked.

Preliminary contaminated abyss land is not much for powerful locust lords, but even some poisonous insects are deadly for civilians.

Food has become the most precious basics in the city.

Following this middle-aged locust woman, Green and Critia arrived inside a 100-metre high fire red nest, where locusts were overcrowded and filled with locust figures.

In this environment, once the locust pestilence cultivation of the Wizard of Life and Death Ory has been successfully spread here, it will inevitably spread at a very rapid and massive rate.

The five flew up the hollow layer of the Red Nest of Fire.

Ordinary locusts, with their wings and ability to fly, fly at very slow speeds and take dozens of metres to reach the area.

Middle-aged locust women took Green, Critia to a room.

A flame red color in the room is used for a rock powder to make a uniform application of pigment. According to the culture of locusts, this decoration is much more upscale than direct use of plant leaves. It can be seen that the living conditions of this family were quite good.

A few simple pieces of furniture, a hammock like a chrysanthemum, a few pots of decorative plants.

The room is more natural and harmonious than the world of wizards.

“This is Namor's room, where you can live. My husband is out collecting food and it takes a few days to come back, she can stay in a room with me and let me know if you need anything. ”

Natsuki, the youngest daughter, needs to live alone because she is stained with the shadow of a wizard.

"'Thank you,' said Green. ”

Night falls.

Although it is two rooms, the rooms are actually connected within the Fire Red Nest, and the whole Fire Red Nest requires only a few lights, which will be refracted by the fire red of the nest * *, and the lights will be bright.

Grrr...

The middle-aged woman and her two daughters ate very little food and were starving, but they were still singing and worshipping with devotion to the statue of the Goddess of the Dark Flame.

Green, Critia, as the demon shaman, this kind of enemy latency is naturally small, and they also sing along, even a divine state that is pious enough to be willing to give all its own to the Dark God of Inflammation.

I don't know if the Dark Flame God would be mad if he did this.

Clearly, it was Green who lured himself into the world of the lair, sealed, life and death, but at this time, he was still singing his praises with devotion to his people...

It took a sand hourglass long enough for five people to end their worship, which seemed to be a nightlife entertainment for locusts.

During that time, Green and Critia almost never stopped to hear the “grunting” of the three hungry people next to them.

dong dong dong dong.

Suddenly, the door knocked and the three locusts were delighted, and the middle-aged locust woman was pleased: “It was Furled. ”

Namor stood up joyfully and ran to the front door of the room to open it, and burst into the arms of a young male locust man with joy.

“You're finally here. ”

In front of Green and Critia, there have always been some inward-looking female locusts, at a time when their faces are full of delicacies, merging with the black flames of the male locusts.

Looks like a human kiss move?

Looking at the confusion of Green and Critia, the middle-aged locust woman explained: "This is Namor's playmate from a young green horse, and I grew up watching him. Furled, who inspired the power of the Flaming Soul two years ago before the Shadow of the Wizard arrived, is no longer a locust warrior, but has served in the city. ”

“Oh.”

Green nodded.

Because of the abyss invasion, Na Moon on the side seemed to be gloomy all day, seemed to have noticed that the day of death was approaching, but there was no way but to pray constantly to extinguish the inflammatory god.

This little locust girl, who was supposed to be her most innocent and happy age, was facing death.

Fred took a little food and walked into the room after giving it to Namor, but seemed attracted to Critia and looked at Critia blindly.

“This is…”

Namor seemed to be a little jealous of Furled, muttering: “This is Tia, the sister of the Green Warrior. ”

Warrior!?

Furled noticed Green's blade of flaming soul and hurried to salute: “Meet the Green Warrior. ”

“Mmm.”

Green's gaze gleams, how to get started with the Flaming Soul Sword Way, maybe you can get it from him?

As for the deep Flaming Soul Sword Path, it is perfectly possible to follow the guidelines in the UFO Curse to promote the profound evolution of the UFO Titan, to guide the spirit of that vial of the Dark Flaming God, and to reorganize elements to activate the spiritual power framework of witchcraft.

“Hee-hee, you looked at me from the door. Was it because I had flowers on my face? ”

Critia's eyes were streaming towards Furled, and she said in a magical way.

“Oh, Miss Tia is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and it's an honor to see her. ”

Fred's compliments made Critia laugh, and Green laughed beside her, “Cough," two words: "Tomorrow I'm going to find a job in the city, don't make trouble for me in the city, it's not Bissell village, I can't take care of you, you hear me? ”

Green's brother and sister in charge looked harsh.

As for Bissell Village, it's all made up by Green Young Bissell City, the wizard world.

“I know, I know, I really...”

Crétier impatiently said that his eyes were flowing and he was watching Frédération, looking like a ghost, leaving Frédération distracted and trying to contain himself from Crédétier's attention.

Late at night, Fred left.

Critia lay on the hammock, shaking, turning her head to the devilish whisper: “What... Mr. Green, are you not interested in sleeping with me? Hee-hee, I don't mind. ”

Green leaned in the corner of the room meditating and did not open his eyes.