The Troubles of the Young Wizard

Chapter 356 Shit Is Stinky, Stay Away!

In a magnificent mansion, the night elves looked at the two pale-faced men in front of them, and opened their mouths to see the "human" men with sharp canine teeth. The corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

"What are you? Buy one, get one free?" The night elves glanced at the middle-aged man playing with a beautiful clock not far away. "Don't you hate developing bloodlines? Moss Lott is still me helping you develop. Yes, how come there is another one after going out?"

The kinship man squinted at him, curled his lips and said, "It's not kinship that I hate, it's just wasteful stuff."

"This person is different. From him, I smelled so many different types of women. Although there are some disgusting and pungent smells, most of them are not bad, and there are actually quite a few virgin breaths. For this I would naturally not reject a fellow fellow. And there seems to be a curse on him, a curse that can swallow vitality, which can be resolved by our bloodline, and it will satisfy him for the sake of his pleading."

really! You **** **** are not good things, and all you like are a bunch of bad ones.

Moss Lott is at least one of the best merchants in Drake City, well-informed, but what can this bad guy do?

"This clock looks a bit familiar. I seem to have seen such one in Mos Roth's house before." The night elf moved in his heart and glanced into his storage ring. Hey~, there is no more. !

Moss Lott's face twitched, "My lord, when and where did you see this clock?"

Strand, who kept clenching his fists and releasing them, heard the words and said directly: "No need to guess. Just came to Drake City before, my brother Raels sent someone to send this watch back. I want to intimidate you. Anyway, I will come back to me in the middle of the night. I didn't expect this cursed thing to fall into the hands of adults."

"A cursed object? Is this an extraordinary item?" The night elves suddenly became interested. "A cursed item with spatial attributes, tsk tsk, can hide from my eyes, it must not be easy."

Moss Lott snorted disdainfully, "A very difficult curse of waste. It has little effect on the foreign races. It also takes a month for ordinary people to kill them. There are many things that can prolong lifespan, except that it is indestructible to overcome difficulties, and others are not worth mentioning.

Then the general function of this item was explained in detail.

"This cursed thing can only curse one person at a time. It cannot be used again until this person is dead. The current curse target is the trash in front of you. The next person is me, and then there are two adults. "Mos Roth's words made the blood man and the night elves look at each other and smile. They are indeed waste, but is cursing a problem for **** creatures?

"The extraordinary civilization of your world is very backward, and this level of curse can be easily lifted." The night elf waved his hand indifferently.

The blood man carefully looked at the Withering Bell in his hand, no! It should be the clock of blooming flowers now. After he took Strand as a descent, he quickly regained his youth under the impetus of his own blood, and this clock gradually restored the appearance of blooming flowers under his nose. Let him like it very much.

"The magic weapon nourished with vitality can bloom such gorgeous flowers. Sure enough, only such works of art can be worthy of our great blood."

The blood man glanced at Strand and Mos Roth: "I will help you lift your curse later, so you don't have to worry about it in the future. Tsk tsk, long ears, I found that this thing is good for that group of people. Weapons."

The night elves froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been attacking the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings all the time, and he couldn't beat so many of them head-on, but what about the curse? What are **** creatures best at? Isn't it all kinds of extraordinary means?

"Do you have any idea?"

"The advanced masters have little influence, so those who are not advanced?" The blood man smiled slightly, and held up the bell of blooming flowers. "There is no need to think about the Rose Lady, but the little guy with the senior knight level can. Try it."

"Senior knight? Will Declan is a senior knight?" Strand, who was originally complacent about becoming a senior warrior, couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the blood man's words: "He seems to be less than fifteen years old?"

"Don't you know? He is not only a high-level knight, but also a senior high-level knight, much better than your trash brother." The night elves still value people who have calculated themselves. After all, raising the enemy is also in disguise. Lift yourself up.

To belittle the enemy, then what is the one who is calculated and defeated by others? Is it not as good as waste?

"Vill Declan, or the scholar in the House of Everything, is just a very knowledgeable person. He is also very cautious. He knows more about this blooming bell than ordinary people. The news I got before was all from him. Provided. I want to use this cursed thing to calculate him, there is no possibility." A period of imprisoned life calmed Mos Roth a lot, and his hatred for Little Ville became even heavier.

"But there are many people around him who don't know this item, such as..."

Raels was almost crazy, Mos Roth was missing, and his brother Strand was also missing. The soldier who was responsible for protecting his brother and guarding Mos Roth died.

"Are you stupid? There are special feelings between the blood races, especially between the pure blood races and the blood races. You, you dare to imprison a blood race by your side?" Wall The Templar knight pointed to Rails and almost couldn't help but want to slap him.

"No! I must find my brother!" Rael's eyes were blood red, and she resisted the tears.

"Haha, there was no help before. The night elves and the blood race had difficulty hiding in hiding. This is how we frequently found out. Now with the help of Moss Lott, the local snake, you still want to accurately locate him? Save it." Wall The temple knight looked at the traces on the ground and couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm really cautious. I haven't leaked even a little power, and only ordinary weapons are used."

"Brother, help me!" Raels firmly grasped Wall's hand and refused to let go: "Drake City is the only person I can ask for help."

"How do you want me to help you?" The Temple Knight Wall asked.

"I am a temple knight, and it is incumbent to fight the **** demons. As long as you can find the traces of the **** demons, but confirm that they will not escape, I will immediately help you pull up a team of three to five hundred professionals. But you can Have you found their exact location?"

"I can't, but one person can." Raels stood up suddenly, but was slapped down by the knight of Wall from the back: "Who are you going to ask for? In what name? At what price?"

"The Wizard of Star Mountain, the guardian wizard of Drake City, the master of astrologers, I only have my own fortune to be more valuable." Raels got up, staring at the senior with piercing eyes.

"Your life is comparable to the safety of the entire Drake City, and is it more important than the safety of the Drake family? Raels, don't feel too good about yourself. To them, your life is not worth money, no It's worth their effort, even risking their lives."

Wall sighed very helplessly: "It is impossible for the wizard of Star Mountain to focus on this kind of thing now. He is the main force to deal with the **** demon and night elves, and every power is precious."

"I~" Raels slammed a pit in the ground with a fierce punch, and his fist was full of blood.

What did you do?

Is his ingenuity so unbearable when he meets absolute strength?

It turns out that he is just a chess piece. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is a chess piece used to deal with a young boy. The purpose of that person is most likely to attract his teacher to take action.

I was the truly naive person. I once naively thought that the other party just wanted to use his own hands, but didn't expect that the other party wanted to use his own identity and the encounters he was about to face.

"Kendall family, I have news of Edo Kendall, his conspiracy can be exchanged for their help?" Raels gritted his teeth fiercely, trying to catch the last straw.

"Rails, don’t think other people are fools. People who think so are true fools. Whether it’s Child Well or Lady Jasmine, they knew from the beginning that you were sent by the former Chief Kendal. That’s why they thought about it. Avoid you as much as possible. You don’t have any position to get their help, because you’ve never been their friend.” The words of the Knights of the Temple of Wall made Raels stunned, abandoning his position and putting himself in the other side’s perspective. Consider, is there any value in helping yourself?

No! As long as everything related to the former Viscount Kendall is ignored, this is the best way to deal with it.

Shit smells so please stay away! And he belongs to this type of tuft.