Night Crow Master Chapter 121
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At the same time, phillol is also using magic . A seed has just been left by him, and the spirit of light green gushes out to form a magic . Pieces of light green elements come together and pour into the seeds .
The seeds quickly rooted and germinated, and the roots spread down rapidly, penetrating through the soil layer and penetrating into the underground, several meters, more than ten meters, dozens of meters .
After waiting for two minutes, the root system of this tree is extremely developed, but only a few small leaves of stem and leaf gently swing up .
Ferrell looked up and looked at wiggs, who was looking at him . “There’s plenty of water flowing down there . There should be underground rivers, and there’s still water in the other direction . ”
Rivers may exist in the places where water elements are enriched . Along with the movement of water sources, water elements will also move, while non flowing water elements should be other water enriched objects . . .
it can be confirmed that the maze of wandering trolls should be in this area .
“We should now find the entrance to the underground . ” Wiggs looked at Ferrell . “I don’t think my magic alone can blow out a passage . Maybe you can?”
“But I don’t want to do that . ” Philore shook his head, and his hand brushed over the grass . When he raised it again, a seed appeared between his fingers, and the grass had already withered .
After that, he stood up and looked around . Finally, his eyes were fixed on two dead trees hundreds of meters away . Without much to say, he stood up and went to the two dead trees .
“Philore?” Wiggs looked at him in disbelief . Then, without much thought, he put the crystal ball into his waist and followed him .
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When they came here, they found that the two trees were more than ten meters apart, and wiggs also heard his friend’s voice: “these two dead trees should be the passage to the lower part . ”
After that, he went to the dead tree and put his hand on the trunk of the dead tree, but . . .
“strange . . . ”
“what’s the matter?” Wiggs wondered .
“No sound . ” Ferrell stepped back and looked up and down at the dead tree . “It’s silent, it’s not at all . ”
Wiggs also looked at the dead tree and said, “is it completely dead? The dead trees have no sound? ”
Knowing the identity of his friend elves, he knew that philore also had the unique ability to talk to trees, and was familiar with these things .
“It should be . What a wonderful tree . . . ” philore looked at the dead tree, sighed and said a few words in silence .
Although wiggs, who did not understand the Elvish language, heard his whisper, he did not know what it was . He went back to find out whether there was a magic skill that knew the language and whether there was a decision on whether the elf language could be used . After that, he also approached the dead tree .
And at this time, he suddenly a Leng, turned to look at the place .
With the clattering sound, several shadows came towards the direction of the two people quickly . Wiggs narrowed his eyes, and a circle of fire red fluorescence appeared in his eyes, which enhanced his vision .
Short body, blue skin, ferocious face . . . This is, wandering Troll?
Seeing this group of funny little men rushing towards with their weapons high, wiggs curled his lips: “a group of weak scum, don’t look down on me, I’m a medium-sized wizard apprentice! It’s going to be high soon! ”
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Lift up the staff, and the gem on it flashes . After a brief lead chant, the orange spiritual energy converges into a large flat disk, and the flame burns on it .
Round flame –
“die, scum With no hesitating troll in his heart, wiggs waved his short stick in a flurry, and the circular flame disk quickly crossed a circle of arc in the air, and hit the wandering Troll which was close to 20 meters away .
“Whoa, whoa!”
The seven short humanoid demons dodged around the corner . The three headed short bodies fell down and avoided the sweeping of the circular flame . Only one wandering troll, whose view was blocked by the back of his companion’s head, was swept by the circular flame .
The fire plate hit it, and the weak impact force pushed it back a few steps, but the surging high-temperature flame instantly burned its skin red . When the fire plate completely fell on it, it was like it was triggered . The whole fire plate instantly deformed and wrapped up the wandering giant devil, making it directly become a moving fireman .
“Whoa, whoa
The screams of his companions made the small men disperse in a hurry, and several wandering trolls even threw away their weapons and started to run back .
“Hey! Don’t run! You goblins Wiggs watched them run away and exclaimed unhappily . The red psychic lit up again, and a fireball shot out .
However, after hearing the cry of wigs, the little ones ran faster, and their short legs beat faster than before . In the clattering sound, they were scattered and disappeared in the vision of wigs and philore . Looking at the action of wiggs, Ferrell could not help but say: “wiggs, they are not goblin . . . ”
“er . . . ” weigs’s voice stopped suddenly, “this I know . . . But their names are too long . . . So . . .
” Oh . . . “
. . .
but the wandering Troll who disappeared in the vision of the two did not escape the fate of death, Scattered fleeing them, shuttling in the woods, but did not notice that a pair of black and red eyes are watching their back .
Huhu –
the black and red feather slipped from the branches, and a shadow rushed out .
When the troll heard the sound, he turned his head subconsciously . However, there were a pair of black and red claws at hand .
“Whoa –”
the sharp claws run through its neck and pull out half of its neck, so the scream stops .
The demonized crow also let go of its claws and let the wandering Troll fall to the ground .
In the severe pain, the wandering Troll subconsciously covered his neck, but the sharp claws fell on its back .
The flesh and blood of the wandering Troll’s back was torn and broken directly . The sharp beak of the Raven passed through the rib gap between the market end and the vertebrae and pecked its heart .
The same scene also happened in other places, a wandering Troll’s neck was first attacked, the artery and vocal cord were destroyed for the first time, and he lost his life quietly .
Yat looked at the body of the wandering Troll on the ground, wiped his hand, and the blood on his body was stripped out and thrown on the ground .
“Prometheus, have you found a useful memory?”
“I found it . ” a dark blue crow flew out of the body of another wandering troll . “I have written down the structure of the underground labyrinth . ”
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