Versatile Mage

These Carp City Xiayu girls are obviously familiar with Mingwu Ancient City and can easily find their way to Mingwu Ancient City even if the landscape has changed dramatically due to sea level rise.

“In front is a wetland park that seems to have been occupied by a bunch of mud dragon seals who had previously been heard in Fortress City.” Sister Nguyen spoke to the sisters behind her.

“Is the mud dragon seal strong? It has a dragon in its name. I've heard the elders say that dragon-borne creatures are especially fierce and scary.” Said a Xiayu woman with palm-sized cheeks.

She should be about the same age as Shu Xiao Painting, but obviously more timid and shy than Shu Xiao Painting, walking along the way, don't talk to this big man Movan, she has hardly even had eye contact.

Movan remembers the others calling her Lennon.

Interestingly enough, this Lennon cult is one of the tallest of these Xiayu women.

Originally, Movan felt that he was young enough to make it to the top super order, worthy of mastery, but this Lennon was about 20 years old, and he was a senior magician when he went to college.

“Carp City Xiayu can defend against the sea demons and cultivate such a group of young cultivated high wizards, looks like there's a chance to really go and visit their islands!” Movan wondered.

Cultivating one or two of them to become tall means that they have an enlightened master in Koicheng Xiayu, or that the hermit is mighty strong, and that there is a group of brilliant female magicians, and most of them have a treasure trove of spirits.

Movan practiced step-by-step, and he knew that the path was far from as simple as he had imagined, hard, boring, and needed to go through a variety of life-and-death exercises to unleash the potential of the body.

These girls, with virtually zero field experience and no experience, can basically be judged to have any magician or magician who nourishes them.

“Do you smell anything, like the smell that often happens at Uncle Pork's house?” Dumei said with caution.

Others continued to smell that as they stepped into a wetland full of reeds, one was frightened out of color.

Cover your eyes, vomit vomit, few seem calm as usual.

Movan shook his head helplessly.

Isn't that the corpse of a place, like this?

And how can they not be so vigilant? These bodies are so fresh. There is no obvious discoloration of intestines, liver, bile, blood. Fresh can stimulate the appetite of countless wild dogs and vultures. There are no such animals specializing in peckers around here...

That means the murderer is still around!

“The dirty hunters did it, and these mud dragon seals died in a big nest.” Sister Nguyen is one of the few remaining calmers among them, and she is serious and serious in her analysis.

The technique was clean, most of it was a rip open belly, and then the intestines and stuff were pulled out, and the scratches on the floor showed that the mud dragon seals were still alive for a few minutes, trying to fight out the claws of the dirty hunters, and the blood of Neha was running more and more, and eventually died.

Dirty hunter.

Turns out it's the most vicious and cruel of the sea demons!

They particularly enjoy the images of prey struggling to die after being ripped open, and the hook-claw demons in the ocean, to describe them as perfect.

“Aren't they particularly powerful with a dragon in their name? Why are they still dying so bad?” Lennan whispered.

“We are not the only ones threatened by the survival of the sea demons. These indigenous demonic communities and tribes also face a fate to be slaughtered. Alas..." Movan sighed.

The sea monster is too powerful, the demon beast and monster are reduced to food. The mud dragon seal has already been brought in with the sea monster. In the end, this is still the end.

This wetland park is basically a ranch.

Muddy dragon seals are not likely to migrate.

They are only suitable to survive in wetlands, go to the plain mountains and forests, can't grab the more fierce male demonic beasts, and in the sea they are abused by sea demons, pitiful to the extreme.

In the face of such a disaster, there are many races destined for extinction that do not adapt to large environmental changes, and mud dragon seals are the most obvious, and we do not know when humans will survive.

“This mud dragon seal is just a little bit like a western dragon in the head. In fact, it doesn't even have the blood of a hybrid dragon. It doesn't belong to a very powerful demonic beast. It is now purely five flowers walking in the wetlands...” explains Movan.

“They're pathetic.” Shu Xiaoqiao said.

“You're still in the mood to pity them. Either we start a little spiritual, or maybe those wild dog demons and corpses will come and pray in front of us. ”

“Praying? ”

“Don't you know there's a religion, a prayer before dinner? ”

“Ah, I don't want to be eaten. It'll be ugly. ”

“ …… ”

Shortly afterwards, herds of corpses flew in from the neighborhood. They looked snowy and beautifully shaped. I didn't know they were specializing in rotting meat and corpse meat, rats in the fields, dead fish in the river trenches, suddenly dead fat bugs...

Of course, corpses are slave-grade demons, and they themselves are somewhat aggressive, and when they find certain immortal animals, humans, near wetlands, they help, and more often they choose to wait.

“The perpetrator should have gone far.” Sister Nguyen said.

When she said this, she looked to Movan, as if seeking her identity, and the seven-star hunter master had much more experience in this area than her half barrel of water.

Movan nodded at her.

She was right, and the perpetrator had left.

“Dirty hunters appeared before Mingwu Ancient City and on the wetlands…" Sister Nguyen was a little worried.

Dirty hunters are the real demons. Claws and dirty hunters are so little brother compared. Sister Nguyen doesn't know how many of these girls can be safe when they run into a dirty hunter.

“Don't worry, there's a dirt hunter out there, I'll do it.” Movan knew her worries and took them seriously.

“But you can't protect us so much by yourself, in case you accidentally drop your team.” Sister Nguyen said.

“In fact, there is nothing to worry about. The situation is constantly changing. Many are unable to take good care of themselves. It is common practice for several people to die outside the house. How can there be such a smooth sail?” Movan said.

Sister Nguyen's eyes widened and her cheek-covered headscarf slipped off on both sides, revealing that her drums were not easy to seize.

I thought this expert would say something that made people feel extremely safe, and it turned out to be this sentence.

This bad guy.

Money back.