One Eyed Monster

The Red Warlock also slowly felt a little abnormal.

First of all, the speeds of the spiritual powers that hurriedly approached this month's stream were dropping sharply, and the spiritual power of the fake great mentor remained untouched, and the group of people seemed to be more difficult to deal with by these pioneers.

Unchanging and changing is the plan that Red Warlock thought of, but he did not expect that the other party would also use this method to deal with him.

There must be an expert on that fake great tutor.

There is also a spiritual power that makes Rhide warlocks feel tricky. He can clearly feel the strength of the wind and the softness of water. It is obvious that the wizards who control the power of nature are more jealous of the Ryder warlocks. of.

He was still a little bit jealous for the wizard. Although whether the opponent was a six-line sage did not have much influence on him, it was more critical for the wizard to know the reason for his magic.

Reid Shushu can feel that the spiritual power of the wizard is the ice system and the wind system. The appearance of these two attributes in the extreme winter climate is really terrible.

The Red Warlock is not afraid of the pain caused by the cold and frost, he is afraid of the damage caused by the cold and frost. The hidden secret of this mountain contains a scroll, he can even know where the scroll is hidden, but without the fossil key he can't open the ruins.

But his inability to open it doesn't mean that the cold and snow can't hurt the ruins.

The scroll is hidden in it, without the slightest protection measures, even with the natural attributes of a sorcerer can destroy its surface.

What he wants to obtain is not only the content recorded in this scroll, but also the canvas that wraps the entire scroll.

He will not let go of every detail about the scroll.

The purpose of his coming here is to retrieve the scroll, which is the secret of the entire Gulu Mountain.

Power is something that everyone is looking for. In this continent, even with the principle of equivalent exchange, people's pursuit of power will not be lessened.

Everyone has a way to pursue power, and they always think that they can stand on top of this world. Just like the Red Warlock, he had always imagined that Willem, the Black Crow, could lead him to change the world together, and together bring down these high-ranking people.

The spiritual feedback in the distance is telling Warlock Rhett that those who are approaching are testing him, and if he can't keep his breath at this time, all plans will collapse.

Especially that illusion, now still motionless, he doesn't know how to face it.

The other psychic powers showed obvious differences. They either sent their own exchange beasts, or slowly approached here, anyway, they all took a tentative pace.

The Red Warlock does not dare to act rashly for the time being. He needs to maintain his own body's composure. Only in this way can he create more clones, which are his main body of combat, as long as he properly hides his main body within the opponent's pre-judgment range. In addition, he can seal the victory just by being a clone.

In fact, the body of the Red Warlock is unable to carry out any kind of battle. After all, although the Dark Spells pay attention to shortcuts, it also corresponds to the effort. The real body of the Red Warlock has not known where it is now. His body had become a piece of cake early.

It was this piece of work that gave him power that no one else had, and it was this piece of body that allowed him to master so many secret techniques.

The cold wind of the extreme winter was blowing bitterly. No one knew what would happen below, but the atmosphere was very compact now, and it seemed that an unusually fierce battle was about to happen here.

The first to arrive here is the ants of the Milo alchemist. These little ants have no aggressive skills, but he can give Milo a perspective. Milo put the ants here mainly for detection, but the moon stream can see everything. No, these ants can't feel anything besides being able to feel the endless dark power emanating from the other party.

Milo was not reconciled. He continued to release his ants. At the same time, he added a blasting alchemy equation to the ants. He wanted to take the initiative to attack. In many cases, Milo was still very impulsive. This is different from Kuitulan. He is a single player. The guy with the lines doesn't think so much.

Since his ants can feel those spiritual powers, then let these ants track these spiritual powers. I want to smell the smell for a dog and let it track. Milo’s ants are more powerful than dogs. Milo is With the exchange of beasts as the main weapon, although his other skills are not bad, he is still very good in the aspect of exchange of beasts.

His ants succeeded in biting a burst of spiritual power. Although the spiritual power was scattered, his number of ants was large enough, no matter which direction he was in the moon stream, he could track it and bite tightly.

This is the way Milo is good at it. Whether it is monitoring him with ants or tracking him with ants, he can achieve the ultimate. His biggest failure is not being able to use these ants to track the great tutor, but now that he has found the great tutor here, then In any case, he would not let the great mentor disappear from under his nose, so he had to hit hard and hard at the things that hindered the meeting between them.

Even if he doesn't know what level the opponent's strength is, he still has to bite the opponent tightly.

Reid Warlock felt the difficulty of these ants, he had to set up traps everywhere to let these ants be fooled, but he underestimated the number of these ants~www.ltnovel.com~ densely crowded here, in the white snow It’s a peculiar sight on the earth.

The Red Warlock knew that he could not expose his body, so he kept releasing his collection. Those resentful spirit bodies always unconsciously transformed his clones. These were not only his clones but also part of him, so he Scatter this part and distribute it to every corner so that these ants can concentrate.

This was a battle of wits and courage. Although the two of them did not have any contact at all during the whole process, they had already fought for several rounds in thought. One is chasing, one is scattered, one is looking for, and the other is hiding.

Back and forth, continuously expanding the scope, gradually forming several black ant colonies on the snow-covered ground.

These ants gathered together and crawled around constantly, as if waiting for some order.

Milo felt that the other party's breath was becoming more vigorous. He knew that these things he had found were not the body of this guy. He still couldn't accurately find the opponent's position, but he could make a lot of movement.

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