Law of the Devil

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Chapter 300

Dewey felt like a frog stared at by a venomous snake.

Seeing the grey servant behind the Blue Sea, he stood there quietly, but after Dewey had just said that he was an enemy, a friend, his eyes stared at Dewey like a hawk dead, and Dewey was also caged in the stinging anger.

Obviously he was not amazing, he was dressed as a servant, and he didn't have any expression on his face. He just stood behind the Blue Sea like this and gave Dewey an extremely dangerous feeling. A sense of oppression like this, Dewey used to feel it only in masters like Hussein or Rodriguez, but it was obvious that such a servant could do the same!

Ding, Dewey's cup landed on the ground to shreds.

The grey servant's eyes were like swords, and Dewey's eyes felt heavy, but his face did not reveal itself. He even turned his head and pointed his side unreservedly at the servant, then looked at the Blue Sea, smiling as if it were easy, sighing softly: “Mr. Blue Sea, it seems you have made a decision in your heart? ”

Blue Sea shrunk in a chair, he wrapped tightly in a blanket, in the morning bitter cold wind, he was like an ordinary old man, reaching out his hand to tremble and hold the teacup, sighed slowly, then sighed - his sighing appeared exhausted, low voice: “Lord Tulip, if I wanted to be your enemy, why should I have sent my eighty disciples...”

Dewey smiled faintly and glanced. “Mr. Blue Sea, as I said earlier, your intentions may not have been simple at the time, but you may not have saved your selfishness by helping me to calm down the northwest. You invited me here today... the so-called night of the dark moon and wind killing...” Speaking of which, Dewey couldn't help but look up at the sky outside the window, smile slightly, then turn his head and stare closely at the Blue Sea, his tone, though relaxed, but his gaze was heavy: “It is not the night, there is no moon in the sky, but the place is also very quiet, and this light and still water is not elegant, in such a quiet and elegant place, kill a man, and then bury him under his feet, afraid it is also very hidden. If you die in such a place, it would be nice to hear the sound of the tao water day and night, even after you die. ”

Blue Sea snorted and laughed, then he lifted his hand, indicating that the grey servant behind him had left. The grey servant refused, looked at the Blue Sea with hesitation, and his eyes hesitated. Blue Sea shadow sighed: “Though you've been following me for so many years, with your current fix, though it's good, but when the person comes, you can stay here even if you can't catch one of the faces of the person. Since I dare to sit here, I am sure of it. ”

The servant in the grey coat was determined to see the master's colour. Although somewhat unwilling, he had to be ordered to exit the room and slowly close the door.

When Dewey and the Blue Sea were the only two left in the room, the Blue Sea looked at Dewey and smiled: "Now don't worry, I'm just a weak one. Is the famous Duke of Tulips afraid of a weak old man? ”

Dewey smiled. “What kind of useless disciple is that under the Snow Mountain Gate?” After a pause, Dewey said, “What do you mean," the guy's here "? Did you say" the man "and ask someone else out today besides me? ”

“Not really an outsider, just an old friend. ”

Dewey, what's up? "Old friend"? ”The Blue Sea looked out the window and took a deep breath:“ There are many old friends, and this old friend is the one who wants me dead. ”He turned his head and looked at Dewey after that, and he said,“ Don't worry, Duke, now that I invite you here, I just want you to be an audience. ”

Dewey didn't think otherwise: "The audience? I've always had little interest in being such an audience. Is it funny to watch a scene like this, whether you kill someone or someone else? Or do you, Mr. Blue Sea, have such a hobby that you like to be killed or killed? ”

Blue Sea laughed, “Naturally I don't have that hobby. It's just that you have to be the audience today. I think the Duchess, you are in the northwest, and of course you are curious about the big snow mountain. I am waiting for this person today to be a visitor on the big snow mountain. ”

Though Dewey was full of doubts, he looked at the blue sea so deep that he didn't know how to ask, and the atmosphere in the room solidified for a while.

At this time of morning, the wind was brisk, the old man and two young people in the room sat so opposite each other, only a pot of cold water in the middle, both of them did not speak, and each saved their thoughts.

At last, after a long time, the darkness of the dawn gradually retreated, and the distant side of the window revealed a little fish belly white, a little faint red in the dark morning light of the hidden sky. Blue Sea looked at the distance like it was going to rise before he lowered his voice: “Time is almost up, the man should be here. I've met him so many times, he's never been late, and today should be no exception. ”

At this moment, Dewey suddenly moved into his heart. He was a magician, far more acute than ordinary people, and although he had never heard a sound, he sat here and naturally photographed the whole small building. At this moment, a strange sensation suddenly emerged. It just seemed like a strange force invaded the cage of one's mental power. Dewey caught it with her heart. It was just too strange. The slightest feeling of being invaded by one's mental power cage was just a flash away. Obviously, it's better to fix people's spiritual abilities than to beat yourself.

Dewey had this feeling in his heart, and as he was about to speak, he had heard the Blue Sea sigh: “He's here. ”

With this sigh of the Blue Sea, Dewey suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He looked up as if there was an induction in his heart. He only saw the screen near the door, which was empty behind him, but for such a brief moment Dewey looked up, suddenly there was a profile of a person after the screen. He didn't know when he was coming, and all of a sudden he appeared like a ghost. “After all these years, your ears are still very spiritual. ”

The sound is soft and pleasant, and when you hear it, you can't help but feel close. However, when Dewey's voice fell into his ear, it seemed as though it had a strange appeal. Originally, Dewey's cage lit the entire mental force field as if calm had been thrown into a stone, and it was no longer possible to maintain calm. Not to mention that the voice of the man was so weird, it seemed like it had a fascinating power, and it attracted people independently. Even in that moment of speech, even a spiritually powerful magician like Dewey instantly lost his mind.

The Blue Sea did not seem to be disturbed by this, nor did it look behind the screen, but laughed and lowered his voice: “Surely you did not disappoint me, nor were you late. ”

“Too bad you let me down.” The voice has not gone down and the person has been transferred from behind the screen.

Dewey finally saw the look of the man, only he saw the white robe was the outfit of a shaman in white on Snow Mountain, a silver grey long hair scattered some turmoil, several strands of hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, after the turmoil, his eyes flashed, as bright as the cold stars in the winter night sky. Of course, Dewey was not stranger to the costume of the White Shaman Wizard on Snow Mountain. Dewey personally killed a White Shaman Wizard under Northwest Gilliant City and during the Prairie War, and personally pretended to be a White Shaman Wizard to deceive the Prairie Peace Talker. So of course, Dewey recognized this white shaman outfit at a glance, but the man's outfit was a little different. He was seen wearing a golden belt on the waist of his white robe, accompanied by a curved knife of common style on the grasslands, even smaller and less than an unusual half size, with a thumb-sized pearl set at the end of the handle.

Though Dewey is not good at martial arts, a strong man's instinct also reveals at first glance that his machete is by no means a costume item. Just to make Dewey wonder, he knows a lot about the Great Snow Mountain, but he has never heard of anyone in the White Shamanic Wizard who practises both magic and martial arts, and as a Shamanic Wizard who openly carries a weapon of martial arts, then the man's martial arts must not be low.

What makes Dewey even stranger is that the Blue Sea just said “many years of old friends”, and Dewey also guessed that people might not be young, most of them the same age as the Blue Sea. But at first glance at this man's appearance, his skin is white, pale, but his face is not wrinkled at all. If he looks at the outside, he is probably at least 40 or 50 years younger than the Blue Sea.

After this man came out from behind the screen, his eyes stared quietly at the Blue Sea for a moment, and his voice was calm: “You've aged a lot over the years. I remember the last time I saw you, you didn't have so many wrinkles on your face. Has the wound you left since the last time we met been okay?” Then he looked at Dewey again, and his sharp eyes swept over Dewey, instantly giving Dewey a feeling of being completely seen through. The strangeness and admiration in this man's eyes is faint: “It seems that you haven't been idle in all these years. You've actually received such an excellent disciple. I've heard people say all along that there is a warrior on the mainland who is good at using 'Frost Fight', as if his name is Rodriguez, who has actually reached the rank of Saint Knight. It's probably him, but he's so young without thinking about it. Though our disciples on Snow Mountain have been crowded, few have been able to do so in such a remarkable manner. ”

“Don't get me wrong, he's not my disciple.” A glance at Dewey in the Blue Sea: “This is the famous Duke of Tulip on the mainland, the disciple of Gandorf the Magic Mentor, and our great snowy mountain is a bit of a source. I invited him here today just to be an audience, and if I die unfortunately, I'll have to ask him to collect my body. ”

The man heard the name ”Gandorf” and his eyes flashed with a slight twitch: “Oh? Gandalf, is that the guy who calls himself the First Wizard of the Continent? So it's his disciple, no wonder, no wonder.” After that, he just nodded and stopped looking at Dewey.

Dewey noticed that when this man spoke of Gandhof, he spoke of "the first magician of the continent”, not with a little respect, but with a hint of disdain.

“Well, you and I have been waiting too long for this day, so let's get started.” The man looked at the Blue Sea and frowned slightly: “Are you just standing up now? ”

Blue Sea sighed softly: “What difference does it make if you can't stand up? Since you've been waiting too long for this day, let's do it. ”

A slight sigh of regret, emotion, intolerance, hatred and so many other complex meanings. The sighs were not set, and the person suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment had flashed in front of the Blue Sea. Even a strong man like Dewey couldn't see the movement. When he saw his palms gently waving, a flash of hot light burst into his palms, pressing his palms against the forehead of the Blue Sea.

The blue sea was wrapped with blankets, a completely weak old man, obviously weak and unable to hear the wind, his whole body suddenly burst into pieces and danced into countless pieces. The blue sea cage was lit in a silver and white light, but at this moment a weak old man exhibited a pristine inviolability between his eyebrows. His hands, which had been hidden under the blanket, gently pointed out his fingers, and a little chill condensed between his fingers, which seemed small but instantly turned into a whirring ice prism pointing to the man's chest.

The man smiled slightly and stepped back, turning his empty hand on his chest, then rubbed it, palms waved, the whirring ice prism of the Blue Sea was instantly cleaned up by him. The man rolled out again with a smooth hand, the fiery glow in his palm shouted out, the blue sea was bright, his skinny arms lifted up to greet him, that red fire and silver and white cold air collided, red and white instantly distinguished between the positions, but oddly, there was no living under the impact.

I saw the blue sea fly and my whole body was shaken with sleeves, obviously I had done everything I could. And the man just backed off with a single blow. After pushing him, he gently floated away, retracting his arm and standing against his hand. He nodded and smiled: "It seems you are not old enough to move. ”

The Blue Sea showed some energy, Dewey was close, had seen the chest of the Blue Sea fluctuate slightly, the two palms of the Blue Sea still wrapped in the cold light, the Blue Sea did its best not to dissipate the fire, eventually he had to retract one hand, his fingers snapped, the pot on the table immediately sucked a stream of water out of him.

How powerful is this white shaman's flame spell? Where can this little pot of water be extinguished? Only there is a stream of water. The flame immediately seemed to find a place to vent. It quickly detached from the control of the Blue Sea and burned all the way down the stream. Just a few shouts were heard, the water flow was instantly evaporated by the fire gas and turned into pale white gas, but the flame did not stagnate at all, quickly climbed the kettle on the table, the silver kettle was instantly vaporized, and there was no residue left at all.

Dewey sat down and watched the two of them fight each other, both of whom were quick and short to catch. Yuki sees the flame of this white shaman, and he startles Dewey's heart. This strange flame is so powerful that it burns a silver pot instantly without a trace - Dewey himself is an expert in fire magic, even though he uses dense fire balls to make shady people look at home. It's just an unusual flame temperature where you can instantly burn this silver pot like this! The magic tricks on this snowy mountain are truly weird and powerful.

At this moment, he suddenly broke in from the outside, a figure, the servant in grey clothes, he was all silver and angry, and he drank: "Don't hurt Mr.! ”

After that, he reached out his palm, and the temper in his palm instantly condensed an ice sword. Only before he flew, a sword was split in the air. The sword was bright and cold, and the frost temper reached its ultimate. The whole room instantly became cold. The tip of the ice sword brought out a whirlpool of finely crushed ice and pristine ice, and whistled towards the white shaman.

Dewey glanced at the eyebrow, this not surprising servant, this sword power, the creation of frost fighting has become invisible compared to the Northwest Army Major General Sebastian, Dewey's heart guessed that only this grey servant's martial arts have a level of eight.

With a smile, the white shaman whispered: “That's not how frost fighting works. ”

He spoke very slowly, the sword of the grey servant came very quickly, but at this time, time and space seemed to create a distortion of confusion. A sword of a servant in plain grey had been stabbed in front of him, but when he had finished it slowly, the sword had not stabbed him.

This sense of space-time distortion is not the first time Dewey has seen it, and today he sees the space-time distortion, and Dewey's mind suddenly jumps out of two words:

Holy Step

(Updated a little late today, not in good condition. But the promise will be fulfilled. This is the first chapter, and there's another chapter at night, and I'm writing it. There must be 10,000 words today.)

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