A Sorcerer’s Journey

Today, two months have passed since the journey from Darm Zensa to the Skomoylo Mountains took a month, and yet another month in the Blue Fly camp, Green remains the zero point, the last of the seven-ring Santa's charts.

That day, after a month spent in this Blue Fly camp, Green finally had some gains.

Another Red Fly man secretly came to this Blue Fly camp!

It was just an ordinary red fly man who had come to transport corrosives and other bulk materials, and although he had not yet met the primary biological standard, Green was relieved in secret.

Finally...

As the ordinary Red Fly left the camp and quietly followed the Red Fly, Green left the camp for a month and went to a new target.

……

Three days later.

It's also a hidden skeletal complex, except that it's all red flies, a tribe of red flies.

This time, Green lurked here again for half a month, but still didn't have a choice to do it, holding onto his competitive point killing desire. Look.

Among the Red Fly tribe are large workshops producing similar corrosive smugglers, large specialized livestock farms, large nursery rooms capable of raising dozens of maggots at one time, and even prisons temporarily holding Green Fly prisoners.

Thousands of red flies come and go, even two second-degree red flies.

If Green summons Xiao Hao, Thousand-eyed giant crabs and mysterious birds to pull out this Red Fly tribe, the proceeds will probably be no less than 500, thus jumping to one of the top of the Seven Rings Santa's list.

Green, however, did not choose to do so and remained silent, grasping the situation at this dark red gauze gathering point, awaiting better goals and opportunities.

But Green has had some unexpected gains over the past half month.

Green found that although there were two second-degree red flies in the tribe, in practice only one second-degree red fly was running the tribe and holding power, and the other second-degree red fly was following a first-degree red fly as if it were an attendant.

This Tier 1 red fly man showed great fighting qualities and good spiritual appearance, and his potential was amazing, and he constantly took the initiative to hone himself and make positive progress.

This discovery allowed Green to lay his mind on this first-degree red fly man and discover the secrets of it.

Turns out, this first-degree red fly man is the descendant of a third-degree red fly man elder of the Shadow Red Yarn cult!

Half a month later, Green finally waited for a new opportunity.

Several demon hunters found information about the Red Fly tribe and attacked it in disguise of a thunderstorm with the intention of annihilating the Red Fly tribe in its entirety, adding to the massive trail of Green Fly people who came to strangle the Red Fly tribe.

A few giant elemental giants more than ten metres in size surrounded the tribe in all directions, destroying red fly human skeletal building facilities, and some red fly people who tried to defend themselves against resistance were easily slapped to death by these elemental giants or killed by the force of the elements.

Howl, roar, cry, despair, noise.

Several second-degree wizards fought over the "points” of the camp, and those green flies temporarily seconded by the hunters also seemed deterred by the brutal killings of the hunter wizards and showed horror.

“Beckdam, run! ”

Two second-degree Red Flies and several first-degree Red Flies desperately blocked the unspeakable powerful Horror Wizards, who held incredible power, changing, elusive, more quantitative advantages, this tribe no longer has hope.

In such despair, the second-degree red fly man who had been responsible for protecting Bikdan provoked that strange bloodthirsty murderous aura, and his fighting power increased dramatically, roaring toward Bikdan, who panicked deeply and wounded himself.

“Ah"

Beckdam shouted wildly, no longer hesitating, turning to flee desperately.

Several second-degree wizards are not willing to give up the chance to earn 100 points for Bikdan's escape. In their view, the first-degree Red Fly Man is 10 points, the second-degree Red Fly Man is 100 points, and Bikdan is a descendant of a third-degree Red Fly...

Whoops!

However, the wizards did not chase him, but a green flyman chased him, with a bone spur of up to one metre in his hand, closer and closer to Pickertan.

Next to Beckdam, Green under the robe of appearance looked at the first class green fly man, his eyes slightly squinted in the face of truth, should we deduct a few points to quietly kill this obstacle guy?

Just as Green hesitated, the fleeing Beckdam suddenly turned around, the bloody killing breath that did not belong to his own power flashed away, several bone needles quickly penetrated the body of the chased green fly, and after a quick scream, the green fly man fell from the sky.

Er...

Green was slightly stunned, but worried himself, that ordinary first-degree creatures were not even this Bikdan opponent.

This red fly tribe, the second-degree red fly people and the average red fly people have no chance of escape, only these first-degree red fly people have a lot of missed fish, escaped from the fierce claws of several demon hunters, of which Bikdan is one.

The next gloomy smile on the face of truth, Green sneaked behind Birk's bachelor and just felt closer to his goal.

……

Flying at full speed all day and night.

The weak Bikdan landed next to a seemingly bald, flat stone wall, panting to hold the stone wall, seven turns and eight turns in a pile of messy stones, there was a very hidden cave with relatively tidy rooms inside.

There is no rotten meat for flies, as if ordinary humans were going to eat raw meat, difficult to swallow.

But as the future elite power of the Red Flies, Bikdan couldn't care less. The mouth of the sucker kept sweeping away on this raw meat, consuming the energy he needed to alleviate his injuries.

“Are those the wizards of the Green Flies? The truth is horrible, these demons...”

After muttering to himself, tired and tired Beckdam slowly fell asleep,

Green under the robe glanced at him and floated to the corner of this cave space, waiting quietly with Bikdan.

Only about five sand hourglass times passed, and several energy wave traces appeared.

“Wake up! Pickertan, are you okay? ”

The third-degree Red Fly man lifted Pickertan up and shook, and the weak Pickertan gradually woke up, weak said: “Father. ”

In rejoicing and excitement, the third-degree red fly man handed Beckdam over to several second-degree red fly men behind him, who left the cave after an angry sigh of angst.