Pirates: The Black Earl

Crowby looked down and couldn't help taking a breath.

On the chest of the masked person, a face stretched the skin tightly. Although the layer of flesh and blood was not completely drilled out, he still recognized that this face belonged to Lovett!

Strange ability!

Under the chilling gaze of several murlocs, the blurred face slowly said.

"Go back and tell the evil dragon that I will visit my house tomorrow so that he can prepare more traps to make me happy"

"certainly!"

Without waiting for them to feel angry, Lowett continued: "The 16 army is destroyed here. Flying squirrels must send someone to investigate. If he is afraid to run away, remember that he must make way for me when he meets me in the future, understand?"

If the dragon escapes, must it make way for you in the future?

As a murloc, make way for humans at sea?

Clooby took a breath.

Don't think about it, even if the flying squirrel is in front of you now, the dragon will never shrink back!

This is not a violent general law, but a bet with his pride in his own murloc clan, and it will never be tolerated that the dragon looks down on human beings.

"What a vicious guy!"

Clooby gritted his teeth, his eyes flushed.

In the hand of the black knight, the camera phone bug with black lines on the orange shell stared at him.

stare

"Hehe, don't say that, aren't you afraid if you haven't seen me?"

The face slowly disappeared, and Lowett said, "Now, you can go."

Kroobi glanced at the compatriots around him. In addition to anger, there was a hint of relief and relief in their eyes.

There is no need to confront a dangerous guy like Lowett, which obviously overshadows their hatred for the death of their compatriots.

hateful!

Gritting his teeth secretly, he shook his head and jumped into the sea.

"Go, let's go back!"

Da da da!

Amidst the stomping, the black knight returned to Lowett.

The phone worm was picked up and fed on the leaves.

"After all, the confidence is different."

Looking at the direction the murloc was leaving, Lowett's eyes were indifferent.

If the apprentice-level self would not let them go before, let alone allow them to leave, just sending a letter, one would be enough.

But it doesn't need to be so troublesome now.

The dragon won't run away anyway, so all he has to do is to destroy the opponent.

Sooner or night is the same.

The qualitative change gap between one-star spells and half-star spells, even if there is no combination of magic to strengthen the use, is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

If the evil dragon can make a comeback with these murloc brothers, Lovett has some expectations instead.

There is no mortal hatred between him and the evil dragon. It is just a process of the necromancer's daily collection of materials. If he fails, he can prove his shortcomings. For the wizard, this is more precious than any material.

Of course, the mage relies on his proficiency and deep-level development of a certain spell to forcibly increase the consumption of mental power to increase its mana strength. That is another situation.

The essence of the original spell has been changed, such as the spell loop, release priority, combination arrangement, etc., even the smallest ones are considered to be innovative on the original basis and have exclusive naming rights.

It can’t be changed, but if the same effect is applied repeatedly

Collectively: force, big, brick, fly!

It cannot change the star rating of the spell itself.

This kind of situation is very common. "Bone resurrection" is a typical representative of being flew by Lida bricks. It has been flying for tens of thousands of years and has never been off.

The more basic spells, the more likely it is to be blown away by powerful bricks.

"Well, considering so much, it's better to do something serious."

Putting the full-fed phone bug into his pocket, Lowett raised his left hand, and a black cloud of smoke spread out.

rustle

The black gloves printed with the thorns pattern peeked down under the support of the black sand and rolled up the mouse's corpse. Then the withered black sand quickly retracted, threw the corpse on the beach, and returned to Lovett's broken left arm.

"Let me Kangkang, what are you hiding?"

Strands of white light floated from the rat's seven orifices, slowly contracted and gathered under the action of the spell, and condensed into a hazy sphere.

Then

Puff! !

The cane knocked up mercilessly, knocking the soul ball into pieces.

Soul magic search soul!

Searching for the soul and searching, do not break the soul, what should I do if the good things are hidden?

Controlling these debris and dust floating in front of him, Lowett reviewed them one by one.

"Tsk tsk, it really is a bad thing."

The soul records the rat’s life in detail, and it’s not surprising that there are various roars and thieves, even if many things have been forgotten in the soul, leaving only a vague picture, the rest is amazing enough.

Without going through all of them carefully, Lowett only looked for the latest pictures.

From the navy headquarters, they ordered to arrest themselves, then to the rat betraying Jodi and receiving the benefits of Monka, and then the flying squirrel arrived.

"This is!"

Suddenly, Lowett stopped looking and his pupils tightened.