Warhammer Wizard

The black-robed 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 other party was hostile from the color of his soul, so he was very careful to place any door on the edge of the platform, as far away as possible.

The black-robed wizard looked over, but still had no intention of making a move.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even say a word except to transform into a green dragon to fight with the Soul Hunter team to consume their physical and soul power, and finally use "Dark Coil" to control Swift.

Even if Ren killed the green dragon, he didn't say anything.

However, Ren could perceive that the black-robed wizard had been paying attention to himself, his eyes were fixed on himself, and he could not detect what he was thinking.

"Your Mightiness."

Ren nodded slightly and shouted.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas called the black-robed wizard Feitantilus, but he had never heard of it, and he had not found any results in the mobile phone library.

"Earl Glamorgan." The black-robed wizard finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse and old, completely inconsistent with his youthful appearance.

"I need you to do something for me."

Feitantiles's words were unexpected. He asked for help, but he didn't have any smile or kindness on his face, and his face was still cold, as if it was a matter of course for others to do things for him.

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 to the door, he still can't see anything, as if this black robe can block all exploration and form a blind spot.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Ren did not agree to the request, but asked instead.

The corners of Feitantiles' mouth rose, as if he was laughing, but it was uglier than crying, and said gloomily, "The proud student of Anseworth, of course I know."

Ren's heart froze slightly.

The name of the teacher who actually called him directly sounded like he was familiar with the teacher. Such a character is at least a Holy Soul Wizard.

But how could a Holy Soul Wizard be reduced to serving the Green Dragon?

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

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

"You don't need to know my identity, anyway, it's not your enemy, just call me Feitantiles." The black-robed wizard looked cold and said again, "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Ren frowned.

"Help me untie it."

Feitantiles turned over the collar of his black robe, and a collar appeared on his neck. This collar is only one finger wide, it seems to be made of some kind of cyan metal, there is no gap, it is firmly wrapped around the neck, and there are obscure runes engraved on it.

Ren had never seen these runes, and they were completely different from what he had learned.

He took a serious look and found some clues.

This should be a product of the dragon race. The rune on the collar is a variant of the ancient dragon language. It seems to be a dozen or so runes. When combined, they have multiple enchanting effects, no matter which rune is removed or violence. Destruction of the collar will have unknowable consequences.

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

"No, you can."

But Feitantiles said firmly: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the Soul Control Circle. I don't know what method you should use, but you can definitely do it, think about it carefully."

These words left Ren completely confused.

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

This is too strange.

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

Feitan Tiles stared at Ren, his eyes flickered slightly in the depths, his pupils lost focus in a very short moment, turning into a pair of hourglasses, and the golden quicksand slowly flowed, forming a distorted and blurred reflection of Ren's image, which immediately recovered. normal.

He affirmed again, "You can do it."

Seeing that Ren seemed to be indifferent, Feitantiles could only explain: "This is my ability, and I will never go wrong. When you go back to Modu and ask your teacher for advice, maybe there will be an answer."

"Okay." Ren nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, so he reached out to Feititiers and asked, "Is it alright?"

"Please."

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

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

No matter how the soul's body changes, shrinks or enlarges, blurs or deforms, the collar can instantly adjust its shape so that the target cannot escape, like a gangrene with bones.

There is a powerful psychic imprint in the collar.

After wearing the collar, life and death are controlled by the hand of the owner of the mark, which is similar to spiritual charm, but different. Spiritual Charm is a talent spell, which can sometimes be resisted, or can be dispelled by more powerful spells or divine spells, and this soul-controlling circle is tangible, unless there is no other way to dismantle it.

The material of the collar is very sturdy. Once it is violently damaged, it will trigger a self-destruction, which will destroy the target's body and spirit.

Ren couldn't help sighing.

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

Feitantiles is right, he can indeed dismantle this soul control circle.

No matter what alloy the collar is made of, it's all metal, and Ren's activated metal can disable it in just a split second, without triggering the self-destruction rune on it.

However, Ren was not in a hurry.

He was very interested in this soul control circle, pretending to be thinking about how to decipher it, but in fact he was seriously studying the runes on it. Even if you don't know the dragon language rune, you can memorize it by rote, and after you go back, you can slowly figure it out, and maybe you can re-engraved a brand-new soul control circle.

Feitantiles didn't urge him, let Ren put his hand on his neck and wait patiently.

Until ten minutes later.

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

Feitantiles nodded, and in the next second, the hard collar melted and flowed into Ren's hands like water, condensing into a metal ingot. The metal ingot, which was only the size of a pigeon egg, revealed wisps of cyan light, and none of the runes originally engraved on it worked and were completely ineffective.

The whole process only took two or three seconds, and the Soul Control Circle was lifted.

Even though Feitantiles knew that Ren had a solution, he did not expect it to be so easy. The problem that had plagued him for many years was solved by Ren as easily as drinking water.

He didn't ask how Ren did it, and there was no smile on his face, he said:

"I owe you a favor."

Ren smiled, but he didn't really care.

You don't even know the identity of the other party, so what's the use of this favor?

He observed with the eye of the soul and found that after the Soul Control Circle was lifted, Feitantiles's soul state was still the same as before, without any change.

The Soul Control Circle only restricted his personal freedom, but did not suppress his soul strength.

"This collar metal is your reward." Feitantiles said, waving his hand to open a portal.

Ren's pupils shrank, and Feitan Tiles' spellcasting speed was unbelievably fast. The portal reached six rings, but it was almost instant. His gaze penetrated the portal and found that the distance of the teleportation was very far, at least two hundred miles or more, far exceeding the distance of the normal six-ring portal.

Ordinary legendary junior wizards can never have such a clever spellcasting ability.

Feitantiles walked towards the portal, stopped abruptly before entering, turned around and said, "You'd better leave the forest of death immediately, the owner of this collar is the king of green dragons 'Zhenqing'. Although Monagas only has many One of the heirs, but he is highly valued, and with Zhan Qing's narrow-minded personality, he may come to his door for revenge at some point."

After speaking, he entered the portal, and the thin figure disappeared.

Ren looked at the empty platform with a solemn expression.

He has heard of Zhanqing's name. This is one of the most well-known evil dragons in Alanus. It is over three thousand years old and has already entered the stage of Taikoo dragon. It is known as the king of green dragons and rules the deepest quarter of the dead forest. One area, I don't know how many dragon slayer warriors died under its dragon breath.

The older the dragon is, the stronger it is. The power of an ancient green dragon is no less than that of a demigod!

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's corpse, and shouted loudly, "Swift, you guys go into the dragon's nest to search for treasure, I'll dismember the green dragon's corpse, hurry up, Zhan Qing may be on his way."

"The King of Green Dragons!"

"My God, the goddess is above..."

Everyone took a deep breath when they heard Zhan Qing's name, and their eyes were full of panic.

Bremet jumped even more anxiously, "What kind of treasure do you need? Green dragons are poor. The things they collect are worthless, and this green dragon is so young, how many good things can he have? Run!"

The soul hunters did not listen to the persuasion, and ran into the dragon's nest from the entrance at the fastest speed, as if a dragon was chasing behind their buttocks.

In fact, Ren just said it casually, to scare everyone to hurry up.

Green dragons are not good at teleporting spells. No matter how fast the king of green dragons can fly~www.readwn.com~, it will be difficult to rush over from the depths of the dead forest in a short period of time. The probability of such a thing happening is very low.

Swift did not enter the dragon's lair, but he walked over and took out a silver silk bag and said, "Your Excellency, this is a high-grade body bag, which can hold the corpse of a giant dragon. After bringing it back to the Empire, Dismembered again."

Ren couldn't help but be surprised that Swift was really well prepared, even taking this into consideration.

This kind of body bag is similar to the dimensional space equipment, but it can only accommodate corpses. There is a limit on the number and weight. Many hunting teams will bring a few. The advanced body bag can hold a corpse weighing no more than 500,000 pounds. , it is more than enough to fit this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag, opened the mouth of the bag and stimulated it with soul power. Immediately, the huge dragon corpse was shrunk and contained, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

In less than three minutes, the soul hunters came out of the dragon's nest.

They scolded each and every one of them, but they didn't hold much at all, and it didn't look like they had just looted the dragon's treasure.

Ren was in no mood to check, so he took out the Arcane Torrent Staff to open the portal and let everyone in.

He used up the three remaining portals on his staff in one breath.

Teleported 150 miles away, crossed the Ism River Valley, and then summoned all the six fiery dragons. Everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately towards the outside of the Dead Forest.

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