Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 261 Dormant
"In addition to the most valuable witchcraft puppets, there are these things!"

Enzo put away the witchcraft puppet spar, and then checked the other spoils.

The heart mirror on the chest of the Rock Puppeteer is a high-level defensive magical item, but it was completely shattered under the full blow of the lava monster and lost its original value.

In addition to the chest mirror, the wizard robe on his body was also a mid-level enchanted item, which was also burned into waste.

"This wand should still work."

Enzo picked up a khaki magic wand from the body of the puppet master of the rock. The material of this magic wand is ordinary, but it is also a high-level magic item. If it is in good condition, it is worth more than 1500 magic stones.

But unfortunately, due to the fierce battle before, a fine crack appeared on the surface of the khaki magic wand, which greatly reduced its value.

"It's better to talk than nothing."

Enzo shook his head, and put away the earth-yellow wand. Although this earth-attributed wand was not in harmony with his own attributes, it could bring in some income if he sold it.

"This mask?"

Enzo took a step forward, and took off the broken wooden mask from the face of the Puppeteer of the Rock, revealing a very ordinary face.

"It's a demonized item, but it's a pity that it has been destroyed." He shook his head and threw away the broken mask in his hand.

"Next, let's dormant for a while."

After a fierce battle, even after drinking several potions to recover, Enzo still felt extremely tired.

In addition, the newly looted witchcraft puppets need time to leave a mark, so he decided to lie dormant for a while to digest these powers.

After making up his mind, Enzo raised his finger and lightly touched the mask of darkness on his face. After a faint light flickered, he disguised his breath as an ordinary second-level apprentice. Although the wave mark on his forehead could not be completely hidden, But it was also suppressed a little so that it wouldn't look too scary.

……

At the same time, somewhere in the secret realm.

In the forest, on a clearing, Jorah stood indifferently, his eyes as sharp as knives, surrounded by three apprentices of the Skeleton Castle.

"Where is the Deathblade?" Jorah asked coldly.

"Are you asking us a question?" Among the three enemies, the burly apprentice at the front looked unfriendly, and grinned, "It seems that you haven't seen clearly what the situation is now!"

"Jorah the Bloody Hand, when I was on the battlefield, I have heard of your name. It is said that once, you beheaded three third-level apprentices by yourself!"

"Now, there are also three third-level apprentices here, why don't you show us again, how about your famous battle scene?"

The burly apprentice put his hands on his shoulders and sneered.

"Let me ask again, where is the Deathblade?" Jorah said in a low voice with no expression on his face, "Tell me his location, and I can spare you once."

"Looking for death!" The burly apprentice's eyes turned cold.

The next moment, his stature skyrocketed, and he pounced on Jorah like a brown bear, and the other two apprentices followed closely behind.

"Do not you know?"

Jorah shook his head, and said indifferently, "If that's the case, then don't blame me."

After saying that, he raised an arm covered with blood-stained bandages.

Roar!
The clothes on the burly apprentice were torn, and his whole body turned into a black bear. The thick paw slammed down hard, causing a gust of wind.

Puff!

The blood-stained bandage wrapped around his arm spread out, revealing a blood-red sharp blade exuding a strange aura, piercing into the black bear's palm like cutting tofu.

"what!!"

The black bear let out a scream, the pain in the palm was not over yet, but he saw that Jorah had pulled out the bloody sharp blade, and stabbed out again like lightning.

In an instant, blood gushed like a fountain!
On the black bear's bloated body, blood holes appeared one after another, and scarlet blood flowed out, staining the ground under his feet.

But Jorah, who had done all this, did not change the expression on his face. He indifferently shook off the blood droplets stained on the red blade, and his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared in place.

"Be careful!" Black Bear exclaimed hastily.

The next moment, Jorah's figure reappeared, the bloody sharp blade slashed sharply, blood splashed in the air, and an apprentice turned pale and knelt down on the ground.

"Uh……"

He covered his throat with his hands, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and the luster in his eyes gradually faded away.

The eyes of the black bear and the other apprentice were filled with horror, and their hearts were suddenly enveloped in fear, and it was too late to escape.

Half a quarter of an hour later, there was a faint smell of blood in the forest.

Jorah was sitting on a rock, carefully wiping the bloody sharp blade that was completely integrated with his arm, his eyes were full of indifference.

Around him, there were three dead bodies.

After experiencing the baptism of war, the once optimistic and escaped boy is gone, replaced by the ruthless bloody Jorah.

"Dead Blade, enjoy your few remaining time to the fullest, when I find it, it will be your end!"

A killing intent flashed in Jorah's eyes, and he had an extremely deep obsession with the person who killed Winnie in his heart.

At this time, the surrounding woods suddenly moved.

"Who? Come out!" Jorah raised his head and shouted coldly.

The trees swayed for a while, and several figures walked out. Among them, the apprentice walking in the front, with a red light flashing in his left eye, and a mechanized arm, were Bourne and his companions.

"It's me, Jorah." Bourne beckoned.

Jorah nodded slightly, relaxed his vigilance, glanced at the crowd, and found that these apprentices were all from Phantom Crows, and many of them were his companions on the battlefield.

"Brother Jorah." A sweet-looking female apprentice greeted shyly.

"Finally found you, Boss Jorah." Standing beside Bourne, another tall and handsome boy had a look of joy on his face.

Back then on the battlefield, Jorah grew up all the way, promoted to the third-level apprentice, and earned the nickname of Jorah the Bloody Hand, so he also gathered some companions around him, and they all called him the boss or the captain.

"You found each other so quickly?" Jorah was a little surprised.

After the battle of coordinates started, each apprentice was sent to different areas of the hourglass secret realm, and no one knew the exact location of each other, so even if they wanted to form a team, it would take some time.

"Brother Bourne found us."

The sweet-looking female apprentice said: "Before the start of the coordinate battle, he underwent a mechanical transformation and has the ability to detect the surroundings, so he found us soon."

"So that's how it is." Jorah nodded slightly, and pondered, "Since everyone has assembled, let's call other people as soon as possible. We form a small team and act collectively, and we can avoid being hunted by the other two organizations!"

"We all listen to you, Boss Jorah." The handsome boy nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)