Age of Adepts

The atmosphere suddenly subsided.

The damaged Spirit growled and cursed, the pointy, delicate female voice overlapped with the rough, haughty male voice, and outsiders could barely understand what it was growling about.

Finally, the anger in her chest was quenched, and the flower spirit with a delicate and soft female appearance clapped her transparent wings and hung halfway through the second basement, angrily questioning.

“What the hell do you fucking outsiders want to do breaking into my home? Say what you want! ”

“Dear Sir, we are just some people who come looking for treasure. We have no intention of fighting you as long as we can get the treasure here!” When Mary chose a safe spot to put it down, Dixie Kabi was anxious to start a negotiation.

Fighting it may not be good enough to talk about business negotiations, but Gemini Kabi has a talent that is not commensurate with his identity and status.

Mary was one hundred blind and disdainful to Kabi's slave knees and clever words, so she gave everything she negotiated to Kabi, and she was fully prepared for a possible spiritual onslaught.

Any negotiation requires a trump card!

Negotiations of unequal power are simply not necessary.

Without Mary's protection, the Spirit would only need a quick raid to wipe out this nasty goblin merchant from the flesh * body to the soul, and hold his breath to negotiate with each other.

To be honest, not many materials, resources and treasures have been collected from the ruins of the Wizard's Tower. The reason why the Spirit gathers them together is purely an ornamental and decorative flower house with many thoughts. Even if you give them all to each other, it won't hurt too much, but the impatience of being robbed by low-life creatures will never go away.

Normally, it has always been the owner of the magical jungle. There are countless magical plants in the entire demonized jungle, and many demonized creatures live by their noses. Serving it well can occupy an area closer to the ruins, while those who are untamed can only smell the thin magic filtered by other layers on the periphery.

When it's in a good mood, it reveals a little more elements. And just a little grace can make the monsters in the jungle rejoice, thank you zero. And when it gets in a bad mood, it may seize all the magic, let the monsters outside the ruins scratch their ears and scratch their cheeks, and the agitated beginnings kill each other.

By such means, the whole demonized jungle, it is the most worthy and the king of all monsters!

But today, its king needs patience to bargain with a lowly green hide, and they're talking about how many collections they need to cut to fill each other's bottomless greed.

At the time of the general negotiations between the two parties, the ruins suddenly rocked sharply at the bottom, and a large slab of stone immediately fell from the less solid top of the wall, causing the dust to flutter.

“Damn it, damn it...” The wrath of the Spirit is about to boil: “There's a bunch of assholes tormenting it, I...”

It was willing to rush out and drive those outsiders away, but it became more and more irritable because it was not comfortable with the two time bombs at home.

As a wild monster, it does not have enough witchcraft knowledge to repair these damaged elemental pools, and once this remaining elemental pool is damaged by the struggle of outsiders, its hope of continuing to strengthen itself is completely cut off.

And just as it hesitated, there was another shaky shake in the mountains, and then even the rock walls on the second floor of the ground cracked open a huge crack.

“You bloody bastards... I'll catch you when I get up there, and then I'll brutalize you to death in the most brutal way..." After the angry growl, the Spirit waved, the giant tree flower house crept for a while, and a dozen flexible canes like human fingers wrapped around a treasure of a secret treasure in front of both of them.

“Take these things and get the hell out of here. Next time you dare to break in again, I will kill you even if you don't want to spell this nest! Leave the stick and go!” The spirits who have lost their patience have begun to expel guests.

“Didn't you want us to die here by asking us to hand over the control stick now? Who knows if you'll keep your word!” Goblin Kabi's black face is totally dressed. It's a hammer deal anyway, and it doesn't care what the Spirit feels about it anymore.

“Take these things and surrender the control wand as soon as you get out of this area. Come on!” The Spirit has become angry and even the beautiful charming face has begun to twist.

Goblin Kabi is also a talent, his hands on his body, instantly pulled out a huge cloth pocket for a patch patch, a brain sweeping into it those sparkling magic gems, precious diamonds, witchcraft materials, and specially styled witchcraft.

Cabbie struggled to carry a huge cloth pocket behind her, urging Mary to get out of here quickly.

Mary turned into a giant bloodsucking bat and grabbed Cabbie and flew out of the second floor of the ground. As soon as they leave, the Spirit swings, instantly taking up all the space here with its staggering magic vines and rose branches.

And it flaps its wings and flies right behind them toward the upper layer of the relic.

Every step forward, the Spirit carries a spell that blocks the road to the lower level with dense and numb branches and vines. It no longer dares to trivialize these weak, but inflexible, low-life creatures.

The demonized jungle became a shattered battlefield when three people flew out of the ruins' entrance one by one. It does not appear that it intends to return to its lair until all the outsiders have been expelled.

Flower Spirit gently moved the magic bow in his hand, and hundreds of green light arrows lashed out, instantly destroying the temporary passage to the lower level.

“Hand over the wand and you can be here right away. I have to figure out how to destroy my territory with those bastards!” Spirit's beautiful face is frozen and frozen.

Kabby and Mary looked at each other and spoke silently for a moment.

Eventually, Kabi carefully pulled out the magic wand and threw it gently at the Spirit.

“In addition, the intermediate apprentice who manipulates the lightning giant, but my master, you just help us repel the attacks of those corrupt apprentices, and we promise never to step on your territory again! ”

Flower Spirit groaned, took the magic wand and sensed that there were some hidden magic sensations in it and somewhere beneath it, so that he could safely tuck it into the rose flower armor.

“Get out of here. If I see you again, you'll regret it!” With the next harsh word, the figure of the Spirit suddenly turned into a green stream, not far from the battlefield.

And Grimm is experiencing a sense of despair all the time.

Grimm is now enlightened by what it's like to be bombed by the pursuit of five corrupt witches.

Lightning Giant's two legs have disappeared, even the two polyenergetic nuclei of inner Juna wind system energy have been destroyed, scattered disordered wind elements converge in the Giant's lower limbs, barely maintaining the wind vortex form. The broken torso is fractured with gold armor, revealing an aerosol-like wind core inside the blue body.

Lightning giants with greatly diminished power will no longer dare to rigidly block the attacks of the five corrupt quasi-words, and one will flash through the sky, avoiding the continuous witchcraft attacks.

And it's in pretty good shape, Grimm's hiding python dragging his half-bottom underneath and drilling, but it won't be long before that damn Felix pulls him out of the ground. And whenever it shows up on the ground, it's five fallen quasi-witch bombardment moments.

The violent shock that Flower Spirit just perceived underground was the result of five decadent quasi-witch maniacs.

And this most innocent demonized jungle, as broken as a python!

That corrupt quasi-warrenden apparently walked the route of a blood apprentice, and his chosen magical bloodline was the Frost Giant.

Grimm was able to clearly perceive the power of frost immersed in the body of his great shore as he unfolded his magical transformation without reservation.

The transformed Frost Giant is more than 4 meters tall with light blue skin, muscular body is full of ice cream and frost armor, hands up and feet with a crisp cold breeze. And his massive snowstorm and ice gun projections have also caused tremendous damage to the earth. After each witchcraft, the earth is filled with broken and twisted ancient trees and monsters sealed in clear ice crystals.

The rest of the depraved quasi-witches obviously did not do as much as Landon did, but even so, the powerful elemental witchcraft still caused terrible damage to Grimm's hidden python.

But the biggest threat to Grimm remains that of Philip.

Now Grimm is sure that the mysterious guy who pushed himself out of dirt space last time must be him.

Though rarely directly attacked Grimm, this quasi-woman master was able to sever the deep link between python and earth elements with his skilful and sophisticated earthly powers. So if you can't dive very far into the ground, the python will be forced out of the ground by earth elements squeezed on all sides.

If the earthly elements of the past had entered and retreated like oceans in front of a python, the ocean would now have solidified, making it impossible for it to travel freely.

The half of the truncated body that was broken by the python was tied up by the Thunder Associate Witch Hagel with a bolt chain and then interrupted by five people. If Grimm hadn't summoned another python in time to attract their fire, I'm afraid he would have been killed in the siege of five corrupt quasi-watches that time.

However, at a time when he was persisting in unusual pain, Mary's message through the mark of witchcraft finally relieved him.

The Spirit is back!