Witch Brigade

Sitting in the ceremonial witch formation, Quinns took out a crimson secret potion. With the support of strong resources and financial resources, Quinns made the advanced secret potion this time without any obstacles.

After pouring the secret medicine in one sip, Quinnes's advancement began.

At the same time, three strangers in strange costumes arrived outside Quinns' Baron's Mansion.

A person standing in the first place and covered in a blood-red cloak said solemnly: "Sinil, how long will it take to figure out the Dislocation Maze in Desvor?"

Standing on the left hand of the man in the blood-red cloak is an ugly old man with a tattered body and a huge cage on his back. The face under his sparse and dry hair is like an evil wizard who has come out of a fairy tale. It was unappetizing, and what was really frightening was the nameless darkness hidden in the cage behind him.

From this, what was called Sinir’s hoarse, thorny voice said: "Chatter, don't worry, the Desvor Space Dislocation Labyrinth is just a maze after all, not the turbulence of Aurbenna Space. Use the little baby behind me to explore the way." Speaking, Sinil patted the cage behind him: "You can get a way in in 15 minutes."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's get started, who wants to listen to the abilities of your little ones." The last third is in a denim jacket with two pistols between his legs, a long rifle on his back, and a cigarette in his mouth. The man with disgusted face said impatiently.

Rickety old man Sinier glanced at the cowboy gloomily. He didn't say much. He knocked on the back cage with his dry fingers. In an instant, there was a dense gap in the cage made of dry vines. The black spot crawled out of the gap, fell to the ground along the cage, and then crawled towards the baron's mansion in the distance.

The cowboy curled his lips: "Chee, it's so disgusting every time I look at it."

As the Cowboy Institute ~www.ltnovel.com~ said, if you look closely, you will find that those little black spots that crawl out of the cage are actually a mouse smaller than a little finger.

As soon as the creepy rats entered the Baron’s Mansion, they naturally dispersed under the influence of the Desvor Space Dislocation Labyrinth, and entered different spatial streams.

The night swallowed the baron’s house, and the baron’s house swallowed up the mice.

Although the cowboy is very disdainful of the rickety old man Sinier, his previous experience has proved the strength of Sinier's rat group, and now just wait patiently.

None of the three spoke, and the rickety old man Sinier even closed his eyes, seeming to move in secret.

Soon, fifteen minutes passed.

The cowboy pinched a little and asked impatiently: "How is it? Has the road come out?"

Rickety old man Sinil sweats a little on his forehead, but his mouth is flat: "What anxious? This is a Desvor space dislocation labyrinth. It can't be solved casually. Fifteen minutes, this is the minimum, isn't it? Didn’t you hear a word of what I said before?"

The cowboy man was dumbfounded. In fact, out of contempt, he really only listened to it. Whether it was like what Sinil said, he couldn't remember for a moment.

But the man in the blood-red cloak in the middle heard it clearly, but at this time he would not go to pierce anything, unexpectedly dislocated the labyrinth, while secretly appraising in his heart, the man in the blood-red cloak secretly raised Quinn’s strength. Half a grade. As for Sinir, he can only wait patiently. After all, only Sinir can rush into the gate of the Baron's Mansion at this stage.

Although the three of them do not understand space knowledge, a lot of preparatory work is necessary after the goal is clear. Among them, the Desvo space dislocation labyrinth is the key point that the three need to break. According to the blood red cloak, it is about Desvo space. In the case of misplaced mazes, this kind of spatial maze will show different effects depending on the person who installs it. The low-level ones can only twist a small area into a maze of space corridors of two or three miles. Those masters of space, on the site of the Baron’s Mansion, can be set up as a labyrinth corridor that turns thousands of times like a small half of St. Dres.

However, the man in the blood-red cloak discussed with Sinil. With Quinnes’s strength, it is impossible to have the strength of a space master, so the 15-minute time limit is a reasonable number, but the two still underestimated Quinns’ level. .

After another fifteen minutes, Sinil opened his eyes and said: "It's done." At the same time, he was secretly relieved.

The man in the blood-red cloak covered his head slightly under the brim of the red hat: "Very well, lead the way ahead."

Sinil shook his head: "No need to go in, my little baby has already strolled around inside, there is no one."

"No one?!" The cowboy questioned.

Sinil snorted, "If you don't believe me, you can go in and see by yourself."

The man in the blood-red cloak ignored the two men's daily lifting, but asked: "Can you track it?"

"Yes," Sinil smiled: "Although the environment inside has been well treated, it should have been made by the pharmacist, but my little baby is not an ordinary mouse, and can be easily thrown off by them. ."

The man in the blood-red cloak waved his hand and motioned to Sinil as soon as possible.

Three minutes later, countless little mice sprang out from the baron’s mansion. With a mouse as the center, they began to stack together. Soon, a half-human mouse tumbling up and down appeared in front of the three of them, like a gust of wind. Jumped out in one direction.

An hour later, a small building appeared in front of the three.

"Hidden here." The cowboy spit out his cigarette butt.

Man in the blood-red cloak: "Good job, Sinil, you go in through the back door in five minutes, and I jump in from the front, Morse, you answer after me."

Morse, the cowboy man, turned his hands brilliantly, and the two guns showed hideousness in his hands: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone escape."

Watching the shadows of the two men, the man in the blood-red cloak waited for a while and walked slowly towards the small building. The night breeze lifted the cloak, and the scarlet pungent smell floated. In the corner of the cloak, it was vaguely seen that the cloak was made Pieces of animal skins are stitched together.

Wow!

The man raised his cloak, and instantly the cloak turned into a pair of bat wings, leading him directly into the small building.

At the same time, at the back door of the small building, countless rats gushing out from the corner ~www.ltnovel.com~The rattles of the rattle filled the room, making the scalp numb.

However, neither the man in the cloak nor Sinier expected that what was greeted by breaking into the small building was the ethereal green poison that filled the room.

The rattles of rattles are endless, and groups of rat with little fingertips spit black foam on their mouths, turning their black belly for a while and turning into a pool of black stains.

On the other side, the man in the cloak shook his wings, and a wild hunting wind swept the room, trying to disperse the poisonous mist in the room. The strange thing is that the poisonous fog looks light and fluttering, but when facing the strong wind, it is only blown slowly into the corner inch by inch.

In the darkness, a few dark green medicine beads shot from the man in the cloak from all directions, and in mid-air, there was a crisp sound of pops, and the acid liquid medicine beads enveloped the entire space of the man in the cloak like a misty drizzle.

Today is different from the past. Today’s Salisbury is different from putting medicine beads behind Quinns’ **** in the past. As a Tier 4 secret potion, it also gained a lot of secret medicine knowledge leaked from Quinns’ hands. The power of the medicine beads is definitely not small.

An acid net envelops the man in the cloak, and the man in the cloak with rich combat experience didn't even think about it. The bat's wings instantly transformed into a thin, tough flesh-red wide wing, enclosing the whole person.

Sha! Zi Zi Zi!

Almost at the same time, all the acid fell on the flesh-red wings like a mist, but seeing the man in the cloak shook lightly, a thin fleshy membrane instantly grew on the wide flesh-red wings, together with the acid. All fall off under the feet.

The body spun slightly, his flesh-red wings spun up and turned into sharp-edged black armor wings. An air shock wave swept across the space and hit the corner of the second floor stairs.