Warhammer Wizard

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The black robe wizard stood on a platform formed by vine roots in the forest.

Ren couldn't see through his soul, and couldn't judge whether the opponent was hostile from the color of the soul, so he carefully set the arbitrary door on the edge of the platform and tried to stay as far away as possible.

The black robe wizard looked over, but still didn't mean to shoot.

From beginning to end, he didn't even say a word except for transforming into a green dragon to fight with the soul hunting team, consuming their physical strength Soul Power, and finally using the "dark coil" to control Swift.

Even if Ren killed the green dragon, he didn't give any indication.

However, Ren could perceive that the black robe wizard had been paying attention to himself, his eyes fixed on him, unable to detect what he was thinking.

"Your Mightiness."

Ren slightly nodded, exclaimed.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas called the black robe wizard Fetantilus, but he had never heard of it, and there was no search result in the mobile library.

"Glamorgan Earl." The black robe wizard finally spoke. His voice was a bit hoarse and old, completely inconsistent with his youthful appearance, and his body was thin, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"I need you to do something for me."

Fetantilus's words were unexpected. He asked for help, but there was no smile or kindness on his face, and his expression was cold, as if someone else did something for him as it should be by rights.

Ren has been observing each other with the eyes of the soul, but under the dual effects of the will of truth and the key of the door, nothing can be seen, as if this black robe can block all exploration and form a blind spot.

"You know me?" Ren didn't agree to the request, and asked rhetorically.

The corners of Fetantilus's mouth rose, as if laughing, but uglier than crying, and said gloomily: "Of course I know the proud student of Anse Verdaus."

Ren's heart was slightly cold.

The Teacher's name, who actually called out, sounded familiar with Teacher. Such a character is at least a holy soul wizard.

But how could a holy soul wizard degenerate to serve the green dragon?

Moreover, the soul of the opponent is not as powerful as the Holy Soul Wizard, only the Legendary elementary level.

Ren was a little confused, cautiously asked, "May I ask you who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am. It's not your enemy anyway, just call me Fetantilus." The black robe wizard looked cold and said again: "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Ren brows frowned came.

"Help me unlock it."

Fetantilus opened the collar of his black robe, and a collar appeared around his neck. This collar is only one finger wide, like it is made of some kind of azure metal, there is no gap, it is firmly wrapped around the neck, and the obscure rune is engraved on it.

Ren has never seen these runes, and they are completely different rune systems from what he has learned.

He looked at it carefully and found some clues.

This should be the creation of Dragon Race. The rune on the collar is a variant of the ancient dragon language. It seems that there are only a dozen runes. When combined, they have multiple enchanting effects, no matter which rune is removed or the collar is destroyed by violence. , Will have unknowable consequences.

What is its specific enchantment? Ren couldn't see it for a while, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't untie this collar."

"No, you can."

Fetantilus said with certainty: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the circle of soul control. I don't know what method you should use, but you can definitely do it. Think about it."

This remark makes Ren confused.

The logic is also a little strange. It sounds like he knows himself very well and is confident, but he doesn't know what to do.

This is too unfathomable mystery.

Ren did not respond immediately, and asked, "Your Excellency, why do you think I can unlock it?"

Fetantilus stared at Ren, his eyes flickered slightly in the depths of his eyes, and his pupils lost focus in a very short moment and turned into a pair of hourglasses. The golden quicksand slowly flowed, forming a distorted and fuzzy reflection of Ren, and then returned to normal.

He was sure again, "You can do it."

Seeing that Ren seemed indifferent, Fetantilus could only explain: "This is my ability, and it will never go wrong. When you return to Modo to ask your Teacher for advice, there may be an answer."

"Okay." Ren nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, approached Fettitilus and stretched out his hand and asked, "Can you?"

"Please."

Ren's hand touched the metal collar and immediately learned its structure and properties.

This is a very magical alloy that is not formed naturally. The melting method and formula are unprecedented. It can be perfectly combined with rune to lock and enslave a soul.

No matter how the body of this soul changes, shrinks or enlarges, blurs or deforms, the collar can immediately adjust its shape so that the target cannot be separated, just like a bone gangrene.

There is a strong spiritual mark in the collar.

After wearing the collar, life and death are controlled by the hands of the owner of the imprint, which is similar to spiritual charm, but it is different. The spiritual charm is innate talent spell. Sometimes it can be resisted, or it can be relieved by a more powerful spell or divine technique, and this soul control circle is tangible, unless there is no other way to disassemble it.

The material of the collar is very strong, once it is destroyed by violence, it will trigger Self-destruction, let the target destroy both body and soul.

Ren couldn't help but sigh.

The structure of this thing is too delicate, the manufacturing method is completely different from today, it should be from a powerful and ancient True Dragon.

Fetantilus was right, he could indeed dismantle this soul control circle.

No matter what kind of alloy the collar is made of, it is metal, and Ren's activated metal only takes a moment to make it invalid, without triggering the self-destruct rune above.

But Ren did not rush to release.

He is very interested in this soul-controlling circle, pretending to be thinking about how to crack it, in fact, he is studying the rune above. Even if you don't know the dragon language rune, you can memorize it by rote, and slowly figure it out after you go back. Maybe you can recreate a brand new circle of soul control.

Fetantilus did not urge, letting Ren press his hand on his neck and wait patiently.

Until ten minutes later.

Ren said, "I'm going to start."

Fetantilus was nodded, and the hard collar melted in the next second, flowing like water on Ren's hand, condensing into a metal ingot. A metal ingot the size of a pigeon egg reveals strands of cyan ray. The rune originally engraved on it has no effect and is completely ineffective.

The entire process only took 2 seconds, and the circle of soul control was lifted.

Even though Fetantilus knew that Ren had a way, he didn't expect that it would be so easy, and the problem that had troubled him for many years was solved by Ren as simple as drinking water.

He didn't ask Ren how he did it, and he didn't see a smile on his face, saying:

"I owe you a favor."

Ren laughed, it doesn't really matter in his heart.

If you don't even know the identity of the other party, what is the use of this favor?

He observed with the eyes of the soul and found that Fetantilus's soul state remained the same as before without any change after the soul control circle was lifted.

Controlling the soul circle only restricted his personal freedom, not at all suppressed his soul strength.

"This collar metal is treated as your reward." Fetantilus said, waving his hand to open a Transmission Gate.

Ren's eyes shrank, Fetantilus's casting speed is incredible, this Transmission Gate reaches 6 levels, but it is almost instantaneous. His gaze penetrated the Transmission Gate and found that the transmission distance was very far, at least more than 200 miles, far exceeding the distance of the normal 6-ring Transmission Gate.

General Legendary beginner wizards are absolutely impossible to have such brilliant spellcasting ability.

Fetantilus walked towards the Transmission Gate, stopped abruptly before entering, and turned around and said, "You better leave the forest of death immediately. The owner of this collar is the king of green dragons, "Zhanqing". Although Monagas just has many One of the heirs, but he is highly valued, with Zhanqing's narrow personality, maybe he will come back for revenge anytime."

After speaking, he entered the Transmission Gate, and his thin silhouette disappeared.

Ren looked at the empty platform with a serious expression on his face.

He has heard of Zhan Qing's name. This is one of Ellen's most famous dragons. It is more than 3000 years old and has already entered the Archaean stage. It is known as the king of green dragons and rules the deepest part of the dead forest 1/ In the area of ​​4, I don’t know how many dragon-slaying warriors died under its breath.

The older the giant dragon is, the stronger it is. The power of an ancient green dragon is no less than Demi-God!

Ren didn't dare to waste time, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He immediately opened any door to the green dragon corpse body, loudly shouted: "Swift, you go in the dragon's nest to search for treasures, I will dismember the green dragon's body, hurry up, Zhanqing may be on the way."

"The King of Green Dragon!"

"Gosh, Goddess is on..."

Everyone heard Zhanqing's name sucked in a breath of cold air, and their eyes were full of panic.

Bremmett jumped even more anxiously, "What more treasures, green dragons are paupers, and the things they collect are worthless, and this green dragon is so young, how many good things can there be? Run!"

The soul hunters refused to listen, and ran into the dragon's nest from the entrance at the fastest speed, as if there was an evil dragon chasing behind their buttocks.

Ren just said casually, scaring everyone to hurry up.

The green dragon is not good at teleporting spells. No matter how fast the king of green dragon flies, it is difficult to get over from the depths of the dead forest in a short time. The probability of this happening is very low.

Swift did not enter the dragon’s nest. He walked over and took out a silver silk bag and said, "Your Excellency, this is an advanced body bag that can hold the body of a giant dragon. After bringing it back to the Empire Dismember again."

Ren couldn't help being astonished. Swift was indeed very prepared, even taking this into consideration.

This kind of body bag is similar to the dimensional space equipment, but it can only store corpses. There are upper limits on the number and weight. Many soul hunters will bring a few. The advanced body bag can hold a corpse weighing no more than 500,000 pounds. There is more than enough to enter this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag and opened the mouth of the bag to stimulate it with Soul Power. Suddenly, the huge dragon corpse was shrunk into it, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

Less than 3 minutes, the soul hunters came out of the dragon's nest.

They each and everyone had foul-mouthed mouths and didn't hold much in their hands. It didn't look like they had just looted the giant dragon treasure.

Ren didn't bother to check, took out the Arcane Torrent Staff to open the Transmission Gate and let everyone in.

He used up the remaining 3 Transmission Gates on the staff in one breath.

Teleported for 150 miles, through the Ismu River Valley, and then summon out all 6 fire dragons. Everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately toward the death forest.