Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 1225 Hellhound Garm

Wardle looked a little lost.

For the power of time, Wardell is clear to anyone. Although, as an extraordinary life, Wardell's memory is extremely strong, even if it was the last sunset of the original mainland, thousands of years ago, Yunxia's changing details, he remembers clearly.

What I can remember is only the picture. The feelings that were deeply rooted in the early days have already been washed away by time.

He is still so, not to mention ordinary mortals.

"They forgot, they can be remembered again." At this time, Angel whispered.

"Forget it, he built this statue at the time, but he hoped that the ancients and the dead could use their own spiritual pillars to spend a long darkness. The time has passed, and it doesn't matter if you remember it now." Wardell sighs. One voice: "Let's go, the passage is in front of the statue."

Wardell stepped forward and came under the statue.

I saw his scepter sticking out his hand, and the dusty floor glowed into a white door that was laid on the floor.

The door was opened and a passage to the basement appeared.

Wardell stepped into the passage, and Anger took a deep look at the statue of the church, and followed it up.

"From the dead bones in the depths of the darkness, you can also go to the basement, but there are a lot of undead who are obsessed with leaving. It will be dangerous to go there." Wardell said the basement. Case.

When the spiral staircase reaches the end, it is a large basement.

However, when Anger and others came to the basement, they were puzzled.

Because the basement was covered with thick fog, it was impossible to see the situation inside.

Just as they curiously explored inside, a booming sound came from inside, accompanied by a whisper. The fog began to surge, from light to rich, and it was like a fog of silk, blown by the wind to the door of the basement.

The first thing that everyone noticed was a stench, which seemed to come from the wind. Then there is a breath that makes everyone feel guilty.

This breath is reminiscent of the melody of darkness and death.

And this breath is brought by these silky fog.

At this time, Wardell took out his scepter and turned it in the direction of the basement. A fearful hurricane, like a shock wave, went straight into the basement.

Under the impact of the hurricane, the indoor fog was instantly separated, revealing the inside.

Because the energy of the hurricane was too strong, Anger subconsciously turned his head and did not look back at the basement until he heard the wind weakened.

In this regard, Angel stopped.

The basement is very large, and the inner space is comparable to the Ocean Theatre in Waterford. It is such a huge space, but there is a huge figure that fills the space.

It was a huge black **** dog lying on the ground!

Each of its hairs is braving a black flame. The flame even distorts the space and burns. A single area is already very embarrassing. If it is more overall, it is even more terrifying!

The head of the **** dog squatted on the ground, his eyes closed, and the two nostrils made a loud noise, while still keeping a gray mist.

"This guy is Garm. It is called the death agent, the **** dog with dark and space attributes," Wardell said.

Wardell turned back and found that in addition to Angel still standing on his side, Greewood and Popota stepped back a few steps. Even Angel, seemingly calm, but his lips are shaking.

It is really this **** dog that is too horrible, not just the body shape, just the breath of the sultry, let them feel horrified.

"Don't be afraid, Garm is still sleeping, even if it wakes up, as long as there is a bitter black feather, Garm will not attack you."

Ward’s words made Angel unconsciously hold the black feathers in his hands.

After a while, Grycewood took the courage and asked: "Wow... Your seat, Lord Waldall, where are you talking?"

"The passage is just below the sleep of Karl, the natural space that connects the outer surface of the abyss. The garm has a space attribute, and it is not far from the dead bone burial pit, so it will choose to take a rest here. ""

Anger looked at the ground floor of the basement, and there was a strange pattern, but more than 80% of the lines were covered by Garm, enough to see how big it was.

"That, then, when can it wake up?" Greewood glared at his heart. Every time he slammed, he was accompanied by thunderous thunder, and at the same time released a lot of death, which made Gerry Wu is very afraid, and his heartbeat has been playing drums.

"I will wake up soon." After answering Griffith's words, Wardel slowly flew into the basement.

Wardell's height is estimated to be more than two meters five, but compared to Galm is still a small point. I saw Ward standing in front of Garm, holding the scepter and gently rubbing the ground.

An invisible braided air wave spreads with the position of the scepter.

When the air wave passed through the garm, its closed eyes slowly opened... a slit, the dark red light flashed away, the horrible momentum swept again, this time even Angel also had to Go back a few steps.

However, Garm just opened a slit and then closed his eyes.

Just when they thought that Karl was asleep again, a lazy voice suddenly came out: "Hey, old man, you are not keeping out, wake me up?"

This voice was not from the mouth of Karl, but from the head of Garm.

A black shadow fell from the top of Karl's head and quickly and flexibly came to Ward.

Everyone saw this time, the shadow of this speech is a mini **** dog. It looks like a miniature version of Garm, but there is no flame on his body, black hair is natural fluffy, scarlet eyes, like the best pigeon blood ruby.

"I want to send a few people to Moli."

The mini **** dog turned to look at the door, its eyes slowly sweeping through the crowd, and the ridges of the people seen by its eyes were faint and cold. Finally, its eyes fixed in the black feathers of Anger.

"The bitterness actually gave his feathers to a human." The mini **** dog whispered a whisper and looked at Wardell: "Who are they?"

Ward's mouth whispered and seemed to explain to it.

Ward said, the mini **** dog looked at Angel with a suspicious look.

Angel couldn't hear what they were saying, but if it was just an explanation of identity, it should not be used for so long. It is estimated that other topics were also mentioned.

"You just noticed it, it seems to be saying - wake up." Popota walked to the side of Angel, whispered in human lingua franca.

Anger nodded and understood the meaning of Popota.

In fact, from this "wake up", it can be seen that the set of words that Wardle said before leaving Karl to wake up is actually a fake.

Wardell can "wake up" Garm, so that at any time you can let Garm wake up from sleep.

Angel is more convinced that if he does not agree with Wardell's request, it is estimated that Ward will let Jelm sleep until the end of time.

After a long time, Wardell finally ended the conversation, and the Mini-Prison Dog suddenly turned into a shadow, and instantly came to Angel.

It stared at Anger curiously. After a while, Angel only heard a whisper in his mouth: "It looks so weak... killing the true spirit? How did it do..."

The Mini-Hell Dog walked around Anger. Although it didn't show its momentum, Angel still felt a creepy feeling.

After a while, the Mini-Hell dog spurted a black fire without warning and flew to Angel.

Anger was shocked, and was about to make a defense, but before he could do something, the black fire circled and got into the black feathers in his hands and disappeared.

The Mini Hell dog turned into a shadow and turned back to the head of Garm.

"Well, he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. If he wants to come back, he can only feel it with his bitter feathers and go to Molière." After that, the mini **** dog hit. I yawn, in a lazy tone to Wardle: "I slept, and I will come to argue with me later."

After the words, the mini **** dog disappeared, and the squatting Garm, once again snoring.

Wardell came out from the basement at this time: "Jerm has already remembered your breath. You walked in with black feathers. The underground space will send you to Mouri. Afterwards, if you want to come in. You can also take out black feathers in Moliere, and Galm will perceive you."

Knowing that he can leave, Greewood and Popota's eyes are full of joy.

Anger nodded to Wardle: "Thank you."

"I am thankful that I am right. If there is no savior, I guess I will go down with my old friends now." Woddle smiled.

Anger looked at Wardle and said nothing more. Instead, he turned his head to Greewood and Popota and nodded. He walked toward the basement one step at a time.

But just taking a step, Wardell suddenly said: "I almost forgot, there is this."

As the voice of Wardle fell, a faint radiance sprinkled on everyone.

The glory fell on them and disappeared directly.

"What is this?" Angel looked at the disappearance of the glory, and did not feel anything.

"The outside world has noticed that there are a lot of gaze on the mainland, which can temporarily hide the atmosphere of the original mainland." Wardell explained.

Anger stunned, and Wardell’s words reminded him: “We’re such a big lama to appear in Moli, and it should also cause suspicion?”

"Molière is very special. I haven't noticed it yet." At this moment, Ward suddenly looked up and seemed to be looking at the distant void. After a while, Wardell smiled. "But now, Mo It’s very lively.

(End of this chapter)