The Wizard’s Way Home

With a cry and a soft sound, the scarlet sickle in Mephisto's hand fell to the ground. Diablo smiled and picked the sickle into his hand. He let out a cold snort, "I have already been promoted to Legend in ten years, so I am afraid that you will make trouble? I can't help myself."

After taunting a sentence, Diablo turned around and looked around, and found that most of the demons around him were severely injured by the aftermath of the battle between him and Mephisto, except for occasionally a few who were naturally rough and fleshy. , And most of the rest are dying.

Diablo frowned and was trying to see how to deal with this batch of unlucky people, when suddenly a gray mist flew not far away.

The fog came quickly, and Diablo was enveloped in it in an instant.

"Huh, bug tricks." Diablo opened his mouth abruptly and spit out a strong purple electric light. After a flash of lightning and thunder, the fog in front of him was partly dispersed.

However, before Diablo had time to ridicule a few words, the thick mist gently diffused over, and in a flash, the area emptied by the purple electric light was refilled.

Diablo frowned. The long life and constant fighting life allowed him to see all kinds of enemies, humans, demons, demons, undead, and all kinds of weird spellcasters. He had seen some of them. Various battles gave him a wealth of combat experience.

Therefore, in the face of this situation, he did not panic, and after a little thought, he displayed the ring of flames.

A blazing flame emerged from Diablo's body. The scorching flames constantly pushed the fog backward like burning waves, and a large area was vacated in an instant.

But when the ring of flames disappeared, the distant fog gradually filled the nearby open space, and the fog was thicker than before.

Diablo can only see the area five meters away with his naked eyes. Even with the spells he can only see about ten meters away, and his mental induction is tightly restricted around his body. Within two meters.

This change made Diablo very annoyed. As a fiercely fighting demon, he was very unaccustomed to this style of hiding his head and showing his tail. He really wanted to pull out the opponent who was hiding in the dark to tear it into pieces and vent. A bit of his own anger, but Diablo calmed down after casting a few powerful spells that couldn't break the blockade of the fog. After all, he is a strong man who survived the **** battle, not a brash man who can only rush. Such demons have long since died.

When it was discovered that this method of covering with firepower seemed to have no effect on the fog, Diablo immediately stopped this waste of mental power, and instead cast a slightly less mental power-saving spell-of flames. path.

A road made up of blazing flames appeared in front of Diablo, and the path of flames went straight ahead and stretched out, a full hundreds of meters away. At the end of the path, the dense fog there seems to be much lighter than the center...

Diablo became happy when he saw the change in the dense fog, which proved that his method was effective. Maybe he could walk out of the mist by himself after a few more blaze paths, and then he would be able to take a good look. See who was hiding outside and ambushing himself.

Diablo thought as he walked out. Although it seems that Diablo is walking on the path of flames carelessly, it seems that there is no defense, but in fact every muscle in his body is ready for battle, as long as the enemy dares to attack him, then the attackers have to face it. The right may be a counterattack like a storm.

However, things seemed to go beyond Diablo's expectations. There did not seem to be any ambushes along the way, and no people or creatures attacked him. This made Diablo a little puzzled.

But since there was no attack, he could only continue to walk, who would keep him trapped in the mist. Diablo, who had not waited for the attacker, had to continue to use the path of flames to open the way.

Diablo used fifteen blaze paths in succession, but he hadn't gotten out of the range of the fog. This situation made him a little stunned. In his impression, he walked at least a few kilometers and looked at this situation. , It seems that you can't get out even after walking for a few kilometers, so it's a bit scary to carefully calculate the range of this mist. In his impression, it is possible to arrange such a large and resilient fog at least the strength of the legendary level. And if it is a legendary powerhouse who wants to take action against him, then the opponent doesn't need to be so troublesome at all, just a few spells are enough.

"Is the opponent not a legendary powerhouse, but has a treasure that can temporarily display the legendary fog? Or the opponent just has a fog that can move ~ www.readwn.com~ I move. At that time, the other party was also moving?" Thinking of this, Diablo seemed to have an idea. I saw that he opened his big mouth and spewed out a blazing flame. The flame was nearly a hundred meters long, and Diablo himself began to run quickly. Diablo, who opened the way with flames, didn’t worry. I will encounter a sneak attack head-on.

After running fast for about ten minutes, Diablo's eyes lit up and he finally rushed out of the mist. He took the opportunity to collect the flames in his mouth, and then looked at the space around him.

At this moment, he was still in a small valley, surrounded by sparse plants of the abyss, and the mist behind him was drifting towards where he was.

"Hehe, I want to see who is ambushing me. It seems that I have been away for too long, and many people have forgotten my name." After speaking, Diablo began to step back and he You must leave this small valley first, and wait until the plain area is planning.

Diablo took two steps back. Suddenly he felt the softness of his feet, followed by a loud bang, a cloud of blue fire burst, and then Diablo felt a sharp pain, waiting for him When he reacted, he had fallen to the ground, half of his body had been corroded clean, and silver blood flowed all over the floor. At this time, the gray mist shrank countless times and turned into a thick black mist about ten meters in diameter. This mist slowly drifted towards Diablo, and slowly fell to Diablo’s. Body.

Diablo knew this scene well, but he couldn't move when he lost half of his body. He could only watch his body being swallowed by the black mist bit by bit, and then disappeared. Finally, Dia Polo's eyes went dark, and he never woke up again.