Chapter 89: 【Dark Night Skeleton】

Chapter Eighty Nine
Seeing Roddy who was breathing fast on the bed, Muse shook his body, walked a few steps to the bed, and couldn't help holding out Roddy's face, a tear fell on Roddy's face.
The figure behind couldn't help but let out a muffled hum, and then whispered as if talking to himself: "Human feelings, I really don't understand..." It was just that the muse was excited, but he didn't hear his words. words.
The Muse sighed, turned slowly, and whispered: "How could he be like this?"
"He was killed like this by himself... Well, frankly speaking, he became like this, and you have a little bit of credit in it." The man sighed and whispered: "In fact, with his strength, he met that day. Your two hundred Roland knights were killed a long time ago. But he has a way to increase his strength several times within a period of time. But then I met you... Well, what is your God Thunder Axe? ''S magic is too powerful. His original strength, you can pinch him to death with one finger, although you have used that secret method to increase your strength several times, but facing you, the black veil saint of Roland mainland, It still doesn't work... Your magic trick should be what you call a forbidden spell, right? Even if he has increased his strength several times and reached the'Holy Light Qi', he can't hold it. It's so blown by you, his' 'Holy Light Qi' was naturally blown away by you, but the little bit of'Golden Fighting Qi' seeds in the body just cultivated were also blown away by you... He is a samurai, but he has better luck than others. Skip the ordinary warrior’s stage of gathering fighting energy and directly practice the "golden fighting energy", but because it is a shortcut compared to others, it is also a bit dangerous. Originally, if he could have a place to slowly recuperate afterwards that day, he had a life. Don’t do anything with people for ten and a half months, and you can slowly recover. But you fled all the way, and you’ve moved hands with people several times, and you were injured. You were... Well, I told you so much. It’s useless... I’ll just say that. It’s like a half-built house. You’ve been beaten up and beaten up, but it hasn’t had time to repair it. Someone went up to it and was already in dilapidated condition. A few kicks on the wall of the door... now... the body is all right, but after heal, it will be like this... no matter what vindictiveness or golden vindictiveness, it will be counted for a lifetime..."
The Muse felt a pain in his heart, and sighed: "How do you know so clearly? How did you know the situation of me and him? There was no one else next to me..."
The man tilted his head and said casually: "I know, anyway, now, do you want him to be a second-rate warrior for the rest of his life?"
Muse frowned: "I don't understand, what can I help."
The man spread his hands out: "I am definitely unable to save him by myself...Although I have a good friendship with him, I am still not so kind in order to save him. You are a black veil saint, if I If it’s useless to read it wrong, although you have not yet entered the stage of'domain power', you are only one step away. You are already at the top of the magician. I won’t ask you for help, who can help. ?"
Muse shook his head: "I'm now..."
"Is that the blood of the red dragon?" The man smiled: "Although I have not seen the dragon, I think you people in Roland mainland would not really dare to provoke the dragon clan? Give your temple a big one. Don't you dare to mess with the dragon clan? What dragon blood... do you dare to kill a dragon and get their blood back? What red dragon do I think, isn't it a real dragon clan? It's mostly just a kind of monster, right? ."
Muse nodded: "Yes, what we call Red Dragon Blood is actually a kind of crimson creeping beast, just like an earth dragon. This kind of beast itself is not powerful, but their blood is good for magicians. It's the most terrifying thing... if you drink a little bit, a magician can lose all magic. But the solution is not without, as long as you can find a red dragon to kill and get its core, you can Up."
"Magic core?" The man smiled: "I have a lot of this kind of things here, but I don't know if there is the magic core of the red dragon you mentioned." He stretched out a hand as if it were magical. Just like out of thin air grabbed a handful of shiny colorful crystal gems.
Muse only glanced at it, and his face changed immediately. She is a high-level magician, so naturally she knows these things. I saw that this person was actually the magic core of Warcraft! Looking around, there are actually many high-level magic cores in it! Muse knew in his heart that hunting down a low-level monster was already very difficult. And some high-level monsters, not to mention hunted, ordinary high-level magicians or powerful knights, they are dead or alive, only to escape. This person grabbed so many precious magic cores in one hand, just like grabbing a handful of rotten stones!
"Where did you get so many things?!"
"Hmm...My master likes to collect strange and weird things the most. He once took someone to your Roland continent secretly. These things are his original collections. Check if there is the Chilong you mentioned here. The magic core, if not, I still have it here, but there are too many things, and it’s not good for a while to take them out.
The Muse heard that his chin was about to fall to the ground, and only thought that the man in front of him was extremely weird-using the magic core as a collection? Didn't he know that in the Roland Continent, even a low-level demon core can be sold for several hundred gold coins? For the magician, these magic nuclei are treasures to enhance their strength! Much more expensive than ordinary magic crystals! If it is the magic core of high-level monsters, it can be worth tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of gold coins!
There are many small mercenaries on the continent of Roland who specialize in hunting beasts and selling magic cores for a living, but at most they only dare to deal with some low-level beasts...
Seeing that the muse didn't move, the man threw what was in his hand to the ground, thinking that there was no Red Dragon Demon Core.
The Muse only felt dizzy and confused. Although she grew up in the magical continent Roland, she has never seen so many monster cores placed in front of her in her entire life. She has already seen at a glance that the few pieces that the other party took out are actually only in the temple. The magic core of the advanced Warcraft.
The Muse took a deep breath, then stabilized his mind, slowly picked out two red crystals from it, and sighed: "This is it, but these things are very precious... you still put it away Right."
The man laughed: "This kind of thing is a treasure in your magician's eyes, but it is just a beautiful gem for us. But this thing is left by the master and can't be given to you." He waved his hand after speaking. , Everything in one place disappeared.
Muse looked at the Red Dragon Demon Core in his hand, excited. She was originally a arrogant person, but these days, because she lost the support of magical power, she has suffered too many wrongs. At this moment, the thing to restore magic is in her hand, how can she not be excited?
Seeing her in a daze, the man urged: "You better hurry up, it's getting late, and it won't be easy for me to wait for someone to come at dawn."
The Muse glanced at him: "You are saving him, why are you sneaking in and dare not see anyone?"
The man shook his head and whispered to himself: "Seeing people? Really makes me see me. It's not strange to scare me to death..." He glanced at the Muse and said impatiently: "The little girl is what it means. Much! Get started! How to use this magic core? Is it to eat it?"
The Muse gave him a fierce look, and said with an aura: "Have you ever seen someone put a stone in his mouth?!" After finishing speaking, he gave him a glance, gritted his teeth and saw his finger on the tip of the magic core. Pierce fiercely at the edge. After the blood flowed out, he carefully smeared a drop of his blood on the magic core, and then closed his eyes.
The man watched the Muse move with interest, but the Muse suddenly opened his eyes and said: "You'd better think of a way. Later, when I use magic, there will be a lot of light, I am afraid that people outside will see it."
The man held his arms and said lightly: "Don't worry. I have already prepared. The light here is absolutely invisible outside!"
The Muse nodded, then closed his eyes and meditated...
Suddenly, the magic core in her palm faintly emits a soft red light. The light is not strong, but in the light, the red magic core gradually becomes softer, rescuing like ice melting under the sunlight. , The hard rock-like magic core gradually turned into a mass of red phosgene, and then the mass of phosgene fell on the palm of the Muse's hand, and traces of it entered the Muse's skin. The expression on Muse's face became more and more solemn, and his brows frowned slightly. I saw that one palm had completely turned red, and then the group of red gradually moved up her arm, first an arm, and gradually her whole body was faintly glowing red.
Muse suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. A spiral of red mist would whirl down from above her head, enveloping her. The mist became thicker and thicker, and finally swelled, and the smoke disappeared...
Although the Muse was still standing there, but faintly, his aura was very different from just now, and it seemed to be somewhat restored to the black veiled saint who was in the battle with Roddy that day. Her eyes were full of light, and her face seemed to have a soft and holy aura, smiled slightly, and stretched out her left hand and waved gently. The clothes of the originally crude grassland herders have turned into a set of black robes-this dress has completely returned to the appearance of the terrifying black gauze saint that day!
The man next to him suddenly laughed and clapped his hands: "It's so beautiful! Interesting and interesting! You look like a magician! The colorful lights are much better than fireworks."
The Muse took a deep breath and moved a hand slightly. Sure enough, a magical light burst out of his hand. When his strength recovered, his heart was extremely excited, and he didn't care about that person's nonsense.
Glancing at the man, Muse sighed, "Anyway, I want to thank you. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover until I return to Roland."
The man waved his hand and said with a grin: "Okay, now I can restore the magic for you, it depends on how you save him."
The Muse thought for a while, and said: "There is the most advanced healing technique in magic,'reshape the origin', which should be able to save him. It's just that that kind of magic is the highest forbidden spell in the Holy Light Magic. I have never used it. "After a pause, she looked at this person and said: "I think you should be a high-level warlock? Your strength should not be below me. I heard that the healing skills of the warlocks of the Bright Empire, There is also a final level spell, why don't you save him yourself? You should be more sure than me."
The man shook his head and said, "Although I know the spell, I can't use it. Once I use that spell, if I don't save him, I'm afraid I'll be finished first."
The Muse frowned and said, "Why?"
The man smiled: "I tell you, warlocks are different from your magicians. Warlocks cultivate their own power. You can use as much as you cultivate. When you run out of spiritual power in your body, you continue to practice and then save In the body... it's just that I am different from other warlocks... Although I have a lot of spiritual power, I can't continue to practice when I use it up, and I can't continue to practice and supplement...because...because ...I don't have a physical body!"
"No body?!" Muse was startled.
"Forget it. Anyway. Now that you have magic, you can see through this rotten armor with a penetrating technique. Why don't I show it to you myself..." After that, this person took off his helmet...
Muse's eyes flickered, only to see the man on the opposite side after the helmet was removed, but a skull was revealed. The skull moved its jaw a few times and made a voice: "See?"
After three seconds of silence, the Muse suddenly let out a scream of horror.
"what!!!!"
Skeleton looked at Muse quietly, waiting silently for her to finish calling. The Muse screamed for a long time before stopping the sound, but he stepped back a few steps, opened his hands, a ball of fire appeared in each of his hands, and looked at the skeleton in front of him vigilantly.
Skeleton's jaw opened, but laughter came out of his mouth: "Don't be afraid, your reaction is not much worse than when this kid saw me..."
Although the Muse is powerful, she is a woman after all. Although in Roland I have seen some skeleton soldiers made by magicians using summoning spells, this kind of skeletons who can talk, laugh, walk, and can also spell, she is Never seen it before!
Resisting the urge to smash the fireball in his hand, Muse took a breath: "What the are you...thing?"
The skeleton laughed: "I am a skeleton. Strictly speaking, I am not something... I am a life! A great and magical life created by a master!! My name is Andy."