Chapter 456: 3 Flame Golden Lion

The carriage was moving slowly, and Moline was walking on the road.
His eyelids drooped, as if in deep contemplation, as if simply silent.
"Chip, check my current state!" Mo Lin gave a such a command to the chip with a slight movement.
The sound of the chip's cold machinery rang immediately.
"Ding! The mission has been established!"
"Mission in progress!"
"Subject status detection!"
"The task is completed, the main body status is as follows!"
"Moline Olsen, a third-level wizard (Elder Wizard, Black Flame Dragon Serpent Bloodline), Strength: 93.1, Speed: 93.3, Constitution: 93.3, Spiritual Power: 93.8, Mana: 94, Elemental Control: 47 %! "
As the sound of the chip sounded, Morin only felt dark in front of him. Immediately, a cold light blue light curtain emerged and appeared in front of his eyes. The light curtain looked like a humanoid image with many annotations on it. And many constantly changing data.
This is Moline's data imaging and Moline's most accurate data analysis today.
"Ten years, I spent ten years in the city of Trattle before such a change." Morin looked at his data and exhaled gently, his mouth twitching slightly. Laughed.
Time passed quickly, and unconsciously, Moline has been staying in the city of Trattle for a full ten years. During these ten years, Moline is not just building the city of the sky, he is also working on it. The practice of meditation and the transformation of witchcraft, these things he has not stopped.
In the past ten years, Morin has gained a lot. He used various resources in the city of Trattle for promotion. There is no confusion about resources, but his physical data has actually reached a peak. By the way, at this stage of the third-level wizard, he is very difficult to continue to improve, so even without the problem of lack of resources, Mo Lin's physical data improvement is still very insignificant.
Of course, the fastest improvement among them is the degree of control of Moline's elements.
Previously, when Mo Lin was in the abandoned plane world, he once received the power left by the Pankola Demon God, allowing him to perform blood awakening, which was increased by 15% to 30% on the spot. Eight, but that was just a burst of power. More power was actually deposited in Morin's body, and it would be slowly released later to promote him.
During this ten-year period, Morin was meditating on the idea of ​​meditation, and at the same time, guiding his body to slowly accept the blood power of the scarlet snake of Pancora.
In fact, at the beginning, Mo Lin also made some mistakes. Fortunately, Valerine, the incomparable fifth-level spirit ring, she helped Mo Lin control the strength in her body and told Mo Lin to do some training. Method, let Morin try to control, slowly release the power, within the range of their own acceptance and reception, wait until it is completely absorbed, and then take the next absorption.
Moline was very grateful to Verline. If there was no Verline, he would take many detours, and even directly elicit the power of the Pancora snake, so that the vast power of Pancora would overwhelm everything, making him a A thorough Pancora serpent warlock.
After all, after he got the power of Pankola Demon God, his body is the bloodline of Pankola, which is the most powerful and the most powerful.
If this is the case, the joke can be opened.
Verline discovered the power in Moline ’s body was wrong, and the strange power of Pankola ’s power in Moline ’s body. However, she did n’t know the reason, she did n’t say it directly, but made Moline careful. , Be careful.
Morin felt strange, but he was relieved secretly in his heart.
"My elemental control has reached 47%, and I'm about to break through to reach the third level." Morin relied on the soft slump, his fingers gently turned, and the dark energy particles around him gathered on their own. When he came over, he formed a black light ball glowing in the dark, which kept turning in his palm, and it seemed to have a strange feeling that could not be said.
He thought about something in the city of Trattle.
While in the city of Tratel, Mo Lin not only did not suffer from the shortage of resources, but also received the guidance of two fifth-level spirit rings from time to time. Finally, his status in the city of Tratel was extraordinary. The general fourth-level sincerity saw him and treated him very respectfully, lest there might be a little disrespect.
There is no trouble with resources, there is a strong fifth-level spiritual ring guidance, and noble status and identity, everything is so beautiful.
If it is a general research wizard and a scholar wizard, it is estimated that he will stay in the city of Tratle for a lifetime. There are no special things, and he will never leave. Many wizards are like this. After all, in Trattle City Here, there is everything, it is simply the most perfect everything.
But Morin still wanted to leave.
The reason is very simple, because Mo Lin is not a scholar-type wizard, he is a combat-type wizard, if he stays in a comfortable place for too long, people will be fully integrated into the environment and become an environmental animal that has lost their own. He lost his aggressiveness and pioneering spirit on the wizarding road and completely abolished it.
Morin did not want to do this, so he had to leave.
In other words, it is the cause of temperament.
Morin has his own pride. After becoming a wizard, he walked slowly step by step, never relying on others to give anything, but staying in the city of Trattle for a long time, he has always enjoyed nothing. With the precious resources in the city of Trattle, although Sophie was very happy, Morin did not want to do this.
In addition, the two fifth-level spirit rings of Ms. Cat and Verlaine.
They are also teaching Mo Lin a lot of key knowledge, and told Mo Lin about the relevant experience of the fourth level of true meaning, so, it is enough, Mo Lin currently only needs so much, other things, he does not need it now.
He got what he could get, got the knowledge he could get.
Although these things were given to Moline by Sufi for free, and there was no complaint, Moline did not want to owe anyone anything.
Although it sounds ridiculous, but it is true, this is part of Morin's personality composition.
As for Sophie and Verlaine's contributions, Morin kept remembering that after he was strong, he would return them.
This is Moline.
It may seem strange to many wizards, even ridiculous, but this is part of Morin's rule.
"Another reason is true power."
Morin murmured to himself.
He gripped his fingers slightly, and immediately, the black light ball above his palm shattered, and with a pop it changed in the air, forming a huge translucent black mask.
There was a slap-sized crystal octopus in the mask. The crystal octopus seemed to be alive and dead. It twisted its body from time to time, and it looked strange.
This is the strange bloodline that Morin got from Sidero after killing Sidero.
In the past ten years, Mo Lin has not used the octopus to do anything less, but the effect is very small, and his body tissue and shot from the crystal octopus, the crystal octopus will grow on its own after a moment. Out, just like it will always maintain this form.
Of course, each time the limb breaks, the crystal octopus will temporarily shrink a circle, and will not grow back until it comes back.
"It's an incredible strange bloodline." Morin looked at the crystal octopus in the translucent black mask, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself.
The more research, the more Maolin found the crystal octopus extraordinary.
At first, Sidero only used the simplest and most obvious power of this bloodline. The real power he did not attract and would not use. Otherwise, Morin would not kill him so easily. .
The reason why Morin wanted to leave was that when he used the mucus on this crystal octopus to conduct a witchcraft experiment, he discovered that the witchcraft experiment was pointing straight in a certain direction, and trembling constantly. There was a series of whispers.
"Zhenli!"
"A powerful and terrifying power!"
Moline was talking with Gaelic leader Gai at the time. When he saw the meaning of the many witchcraft rune combinations in the witchcraft circle, he was still shocked and speechless.
Morin has been experimenting with the fusion of Zenith, and is eager for Zenith. After all, it involves him being promoted to the fourth level afterwards. So, after seeing the witchcraft tips, Morin thought Quietly.
The above reasons are why Moline left Trattell City and went to an unknown direction.
In fact, Mo Lin did not know where he was going, but it would not be bad to follow the direction of witchcraft. After the big thing reached the rough place, let the chip recalculate and find out more specific and detailed. Location comes.
"I am now the third-level second-level peak, with my witchcraft and my own special, enough to cross the second-level and third-level threshold, and compete with the ordinary third-level."
"Of course, if I use the city of the sky, then, even if it is a senior strongman in the third tier, people with element control level of about 70 or 80, I have no fear, and even have a certain chance to kill Die them. "
Morin used the samples of the third-level wizards collected on the chip and analyzed their data to compare himself with himself and have a general understanding of his strength.
Unexpectedly, it was amazing that he was able to achieve this step for decades after he was promoted to the third level.
Mo Lin's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help laughing.
But afterwards, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"I'm considered strong now, but the strength of my body ..." Morin's head rested on the velvet pillow. The velvet pillow was soft and comfortable. There were a few moonstones in the carriage roof, and the shimmer fell. , Brightly shining everything around, and Morin opened his hand. He looked at his palm, his eyes narrowed slightly, and fell into silence.
His eyes flashed cold blue shimmers, and finally all the blue shimmers disappeared, as if everything was an illusion.
In Morin's mind, an idea came out slowly.
…………
Eye of Bemus.
The buildings here are gray and black, and the most iconic building is the giant eagle, which symbolizes the glory and glory of the first warlocks of the Eye of Bermudas.
If in the past, the warlocks passing by on the square could not help looking up when they saw the giant eagle statue, but nowadays, everyone has no such thoughts.
They bowed their heads and hurried past with a low complexion.
Alterson looked at the many warlocks walking hurriedly below, stretched out his hand, and closed the window gently. He is in charge of the Eye of Beermus, a powerful fifth-level spirit ring.
"How is Dorothy?" Ortson looked up and looked at the man in front of him wearing a blue robe with no breath. It seemed to be a middle-aged woman who was completely hidden in the void, and asked.
"Dorote he ... his condition is not particularly good." The middle-aged woman is also a warlock, she thought, organized the language, and then said that.
"Take me over and see."
Alterson stood up and looked quietly at the middle-aged female warlock.
The middle-aged female warlock didn't dare to disobey Altsen's idea. She took Altsen straight to Dorothy's room.
Dorothy had fallen asleep, and there were many people in Dorothy's room. They were treating Dorothy. When they saw Alterson and the other middle-aged female warlock, they ate. Startled, quickly bowed to salute.
Alterson waved his hand and stepped forward to watch Dorothy quietly.
Although Doroth had passed out, he frowned tightly, and his expression of fear was painful from time to time.
Alterson looked at Dorothe quietly, and didn't speak.
"Since Dorothy was injured by the wizard named Moline Olsen in the Holy Thorns Empire, he has become like this, and this has brought a lot of bad to our eyes of Bermuda You can tell from the state of the young warlocks recently ... "The middle-aged female warlock whispered.
"Dorot is useless."
Alterson said suddenly.
what? !
The middle-aged female warlock was startled, and some did not respond.
"Dorot is no longer useful. He was frightened by the wizard named Moline Olsen, and his heart was cracked. Since then, he has not been far on the wizard's road." Ortison said softly Then, looking at Dorothe's eyes was full of inexplicable emotions.
Middle-aged women do not know what to say.
"I didn't expect Dorothe to be emboldened by others." At this time, a young man wearing a heavy golden armor and a very tall and muscular body stepped in.
With a faint smile on his face, he looked very sunny, but it also gave a hard and cold feeling. His hair was blond, as if it were countless beating golden flames.
As soon as he appeared, the young man took away the eyes of everyone present.
"Aisen, how did you come out." Alterson looked at the young man and said.
"It's nothing. I just heard that Dorothe was scrapped, so I wanted to check it out. I was a little curious." Eisen bowed slightly to Alterson, paying tribute to him.
"You are well prepared to advance to the fourth level of true intentions. If you don't become the fourth level of true intentions, don't come out."
Otterson said, but his voice was not harsh at all, and his gaze to Eisen was softer.
"Since I was promoted to the third level of truth, I have been asked by you like this." Eisen smiled and said: "It has been more than two hundred years now."
"Over two hundred years, many people have forgotten me. Oh, what a pity."
"I am now a third-level pinnacle, and I don't want to stay in the Eye of Beers."
Eisen held the cross sword in his waist and said, "Just now, the King of Bloodline is about to appear, so I want to see it."
It was quiet all around.
The warlocks looked at Eisen, and then Dorothe, who was lying and putting on his clothes, struggling from time to time, and thought of the atmosphere and environment of the recent Eye of Bermuda, so they were silent.
Otterson looked at Eisen quietly.
"Yes." He said, "Aisen, you go."
"Thank you for taking charge."
Eisen bowed slightly towards Altsen, then turned around and strode away.
The middle-aged female warlock looked at the back of Eisen's turn and left ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and couldn't help but say, "Master, how can you let Eisen go out, he is the eye of our Bermuda ... "
"Sanyan Golden Lion should be born."
Otterson interrupted the middle-aged female warlock. He looked at the front and looked at Eisen in the front. His eyes were faint and said: "Two hundred years ago, Eisen has suffocated enough. Go out. "
"Exactly, let others look at the Golden Flame Lion of our Eyes of Bermuda."
"Look at it to be called the real top blood warlock."
Forward.
Eisen was walking non-stop, and his golden cloak was blowing in the wind, like a flag, like a surge.
Indistinctly, under the surging golden color, a golden lion with a huge head, three heads, and a roaring head looked up.
(Ps: a large chapter with more than 4,800 words, it is not easy to divide, so just treat it as two chapters, 23333333333)