On the Seven Towers

Glade's body is made of pure magic power, without any vitality contained in it, so it will not be affected by the puppet poison. Even if he is covered with black liquid, he only needs to disperse his body, turn into earrings, and then turn back to his original young appearance.

And the ripple he released is the magic of the Forging Tower: Soul Stripping. It can drive away any foreign will attached to people or objects, allowing them to get rid of the control of others.

There are not many types of magic in the Forging Tower, and the restrictions are relatively strong, but each magic is made through thousands of hammers. Any Forging Tower magic must have a very good effect in the field it belongs to, just like a hammer that hits the ground with a sound. Just like this Soul Stripping, not only is the range very large, but it is almost impossible for the puppeteer to be immune with his strength.

"Damn it! Get up!" The puppeteer roared.

But the four puppets did not move.

What kind of magic is this!

The puppeteer knew that the current situation was very dangerous. He hurriedly pressed his hand, and a ring triggered a magic shield. He took out a magic bottle with gems on it and shouted, "Stop! This is a space bottle containing puppet poison. If I detonate this thing, the puppet poison will spread all over the valley, and everyone on the mountain will become poison puppets, and no one will survive! Unless you retreat to the room and let me go, otherwise, no one will survive! Not only you, but also everyone outside will be buried with me."

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Idiot." Glade said leisurely, "This poison has no effect on me at all."

He stretched out a finger and picked up a little in the black water on the ground. The whole finger immediately turned black, but the next moment the finger disappeared out of thin air, and a new one grew again a few seconds later.

The scene in front of him was beyond the puppeteer's comprehension. He widened his eyes, trying to see if this was an illusion, but it looked real no matter how he looked at it: "Aren't you a human!"

He raised the space bottle in his hand higher and shouted: "Even if you are not afraid, there are always your companions outside, right? It is impossible for all of them to have your ability! And those slaves will die."

Glade listened to him quietly, and when he finished shouting, he only said one sentence: "It's none of my business!"

"What?" The puppeteer was stunned.

"You know I'm not a human, and the lives of those people are none of my business? Hurry up and do it, which saves me the effort of clearing this village. Come on! Explode! I'm waiting for you." The seemingly young wizard showed a grim smile, which even made a fierce man like the puppeteer shudder.

The puppeteer was in a dilemma, holding the bottle in his hand awkwardly, wanting to cry without tears. Did he really have to blow himself up to help this madman solve the problem?

Just when he was thinking about whether to use some magic to attack Glade, he didn't expect to hear a whistling sound behind him. While he was not prepared, a long leg with fighting spirit kicked through his shield and kicked him hard on the lower back. He was almost bent and kicked out. The shield on his body broke into magic in the air.

A knife flashed at his right wrist, and his right hand and the bottle were instantly separated from his arm.

And his body hit the wall like a battering ram breaking a door, making a loud bang, and came into close contact with the wooden wall.

A gray shadow flashed, and the dangerous bottle had fallen into Ji Yijun's hands, "Damn, that was a close call."

The puppeteer was hit with blood all over his face, and he fainted immediately. His body slid down the wall like a paralyzed person, leaving a trail of blood on the wall.

"Tsk tsk, Sister Kalanda, don't kick me to death. We still need the antidote." Ji Yijun said, looking at the bottle in his hand.

"I know my limits. He let Lao Chen lie down for so long, so he won't have to walk in his life. What's the point of keeping the things below the waist?" Kalanda said word by word.

"Hiss..." Ji Yijun took a breath of cold air. Today he saw the real cruel side of the former mercenary leader.

Kalanda took off all the magic props from the puppeteer, tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, and tied it on his broken wrist. Glade took out a confinement ring from the storage space of the holy book and buckled it around the puppeteer's neck. Seeing his appearance, Ji Yijun was too lazy to carry him. He just buckled his collar and dragged him forward.

"To be honest, Glade, you just acted like that, and those words you said, I believed them." Ji Yijun said.

"How do you know I'm not telling the truth?" Glade looked at him with a smile.

Ji Yijun's face turned pale.

The three dragged the puppeteer to the stairs and met Mareno and his men who were walking up.

"Caught? Is he dead or alive?" Mareno asked when he saw the puppeteer on the ground.

"Yes, it was him. He almost made a big noise. He's still alive now, but if he doesn't obey and provokes Kalanda, it's hard to say." Ji Yijun said, "Did you catch the manager?"

"No!" Mareno was a little annoyed when he said this, "I don't know what happened, this Hall seemed to have discovered our movements in advance. He actually went down to the yard through a secret door and then escaped."

"Escaped? Do you know which direction he went?" Kalanda asked.

"I see the footprints are along a path into the mountain. Should we chase him?" Mareno asked.

"Have Huang Zheng and the others followed? If so, let them separate some of them and follow the footprints." Kalanda arranged, "We have a more important enemy to deal with. Several maids said , the big steward, the man known as the 'black-haired devil' just arrived here yesterday and is now living in the house at the highest point of the hillside. We must act quickly to prevent him from escaping again. "

Kalanda led everyone out of the house and saw Huang Zheng leading a platoon of soldiers to the door of the house. He sent a few people to guard Glade's magic circle, and the rest had divided into three teams, alternately moving towards the highest house.

Huang Zheng held an air gun in one hand and a short wand in the other, standing outside the door with a murderous look. Seeing that the puppet master was successfully arrested, he looked a little happy, and immediately reported to Qalanda: "The access from the village entrance to the mountain has been cleared. We have taken down sixteen guards, and we have not suffered any losses, nor have we alarmed anyone in the village. Others. The mage squad and the second platoon are already in position outside the guard barracks at the foot of the mountain. Once there is any movement on the other side, they will know how terrifying the mage squad is."

Kalanda weighed the sword in his hand, nodded and said: "Very good. Now we are going to reveal who the black-haired demon is."