A Sorcerer’s Journey

“Gaga, what are these little guys? ”

Xiao Ba stared at a pair of big eyes, stood on Green's shoulder, stunned to see these little dots approaching Green, on a dark little sphere, a pair of big innocent eyes, humans and animals appeared harmless.

Immediately afterwards, Hachi spit out the mouthwash, obviously dark and heavy oil taste is not uncomfortable, nauseating.

Green's drifting source of darkness is the source of the power of these little black spheres, or umbrellas from light sources, making these little things naturally dependent on Green and extremely intimate.

Stick out your palms gently, on Green's long, delicate, pale fingers, a small black ball staring at Green, other little black balls are also in the source of darkness, from that constant dissipation atrophy to a Pokémon ghost, hopping to attract Green's attention.

No body, no flesh, just a mysterious force of life, and the simplest will.

Any mysterious force in Green's eyes at this time is a high-energy body that transcends the real-life matter of time and space and is excluded by endless world rules.

“It should be like a void worm in a void world, or an elemental elf in the material world, like a moss fish worm, is the basic component, which is the appearance of a flaming soul bird in the form of an egg, a young creature without an egg shell, which is part of the basic rule of the Dark World community. ”

Green gently put down a black sphere in his hand that enjoys posturing, and thought a little bit, "They need a fertilization process like the birth of a flaming bird to survive in the material world, well, just like it does now. ”

Green refers to the sky, that source of darkness, the Sun.

“The distinguished emissaries of Fountain Ancestors, called Dark Grumps, usually erupt every four days in this dark, every seven years in a big way, and occasionally in some very powerful dark creatures, able to survive in the light for some time. ”

Follow Elder Goblin behind Green, respectfully humble and gloriously introduced.

This is a strange tribe.

With 100 percent of Green's power today, close to a phantom, invisible body, these Goblins are incredible to be able to judge Green's strength of life by their own intuition.

“Dark grunt? ”

Green nodded and lowered his head: “So how much time is left before the next big eruption in this dark, heavy oil well? ”

“In about two months there will be another major eruption. ”

Two months?

Green nodded and looked down next to this dark, heavy oil well, about hundreds of meters in diameter.

Wicked black fog, dark heavy oil “coo”, “coo” bubbles, the world's creatures drink so-called dark heavy oil, but in no way refers to this myeloid oil that is reacting with the source of darkness, but the oil tree purified and filtered high concentration of energy, able to be absorbed by the special organs in the world's life.

“Two months? Got it.”

Green nodded and left the dark, heavy oil well with Xiao Hao and thousands of dark grunts.

Many of them were lying on the ground in Goblin, and it was not until the crisis sensation that this horrible giant covered the sky left the sand hourglass for half an hour that they raised their heads and revealed the face of a pointy ear monkey.

“Elder, which world ran into the monster, it was worse than the dark sun in heaven, and I felt my breathing was about to stop. ”

A Goblin, carrying a broken bag, sighed and sat on the floor, disregarding the mud.

……

In the sky, countless black feathers fly.

Knock, knock...

The screams of evil in the shadows, the black flames on each feather, the black smoke with its hinges, these black smokes are not the mysterious power of the source of darkness, nor the natural elements, but the gathering of the breath of death, the cold in the shadows, the occasional appearance of a screaming head vacated, emitting a sharp tingling.

A group of double-headed giants can't resist swinging giant sticks, yet their granite-like skin can't resist these feathers of death, which are easily melted through a black mark.

These marks on the giant's skin spread rapidly and grew larger, giving off a stinking, rotten nose.

Soon, in the sound of “bursting” and “bursting", one double-headed giant after another fell, even though the 100-meter double-headed giant who guarded the dark heavy oil well, faced the tripod giant bird that cast a huge shadow in the sky, at this moment can't help but scream, the body really hurt a lot.

“Three legs, careful! ”

Free dandelions were a timely reminder, while hiding their identities in the space-time surroundings of the three-legged dead crow and blowing them apart, blocking a strange shadow.

“Poop” sounds, dandelions fly.

The three-legged dead crow, a grey air staring at the past, was actually a monster in a shattered dark and heavy petroleum suit, implicitly revealing a fine green scalloped armor, a lizard-like body in this body liquid clothing, a forked tongue tip from time to time from the wide mouth.

The power of the world is a guardian of the world.

“Invaders, the world has made a pact with the Fountains, and any dark heavy oil wells will be protected by rules, and your actions have posed a serious threat to this dark heavy oil well! ”

This protector who stood empty for less than two meters, his eyes twitched each time like a whirlpool, very peculiar physiological structure.

The power of rules in the tens of thousands of metres of the world is converging to form a mega-net of rules.

In contrast, three-legged dead crows suffer unimaginable exclusion.

At this moment, in a brief confrontation between the three-legged dead crow and his momentum, he was actually at a disadvantage, and the surrounding death smell howled his head and presented a nasty posture.

“Hmmm…”

The three-legged dead crow was about to say something, but suddenly stopped talking and looked behind the guardian with a strange look in his eyes.

“Well, Lord Protector, we're just passing through this dark, heavy oil world for the time being, will you see if we can accommodate it? ”

Silent and silent, behind the guardian in the shattered black clothes, a half-imaginating shadow nearly murmured in his ear, at this moment, as if he could feel his hallucination striking his face.

“Shh," the guardian's hair creeped, instantly moving out thousands of meters.

“Who are you!? ”

Eyes of cold-blooded animals stare at this creature of origin of darkness.

Thousands of dark grunts stare at a pair of big eyes, with three colored eyes in the dark fog, and look to the world's guardian code.