Wizard

After the Hawkeye technique was released, everything in his field of vision remained unchanged.

The huge creature phantom staggered from the distance, but it was always unable to approach the range of the frozen city.

And the blazing fire in the area where the city wall on the west side was located, seemed to never extinguish, and rose up suddenly.

Everything in the Frozen City has not changed, but when Raymond carefully checked the edge of the raging flame, he finally found that there was a distortion field at its edge, and there was a warning line inside the west wall. The presence.

"Is this the phantom of the Far North?"

As he was thinking, Raymond stood at the window and observed for a while, then turned and walked towards the door. After canceling those vigilant and protective force fields, he pushed his hand open and prepared to go out.

But before the door was fully opened, a familiar voice came in from outside the door. "Oh! It's finally out!"

However, a huge figure immediately blocked the door, and a stereotypical and hoarse voice came from above the door. "Boy! This is something for you!"

The hands pressed on the door quickly retracted, and outside the automatically opened door is a large and strange puppet.

Fang Zhengzheng, like a rough puppet made up of countless wooden blocks, but the obscure and huge force field fluctuations on the body's surface are suffocating Raymond's breathing.

Ka Ka Ka was like the sound of friction between wooden blocks, a huge palm quickly appeared in front of Raymond, and a wooden box with layers of seals appeared in sight.

And immediately behind the huge puppet, the madman Willard's voice came again, and there seemed to be a little jealousy in his voice. "Quickly, no one can approach your room with this thing here!"

Raimeng raised his head and found no facial features on the puppet's head, but the small wooden blocks that make up the puppet's head started to flip with Raymond's observation.

In the sound of khaka, the feeling of being looked at wantonly was uncomfortable. Therefore, Raymond carefully reached out and took the wooden box in this puppet's hand first.

The wooden box got out of the palm of the puppet, and the rigid and hoarse voice immediately exploded above Raymond's head. "Come to my old lady's place to talk immediately after use!"

In vain, it exploded like a roar of thunder, causing Leimen’s ears to hum, but this huge puppet began to decompose in front of Leimen, and with the rushing sound, it quickly became a Big pile of small wooden blocks. It collapsed and piled up in front of Raymond.

Raymond, whose sight was no longer obscured, saw the madman Willard standing ten meters away from the gate, but he stood motionless with his face like the bottom of a pot. The small wooden blocks piled up like a hill at the door of the room seem to have completed the task. They hopped and jumped on the floor and rushed to the distant stairs. In a moment, they disappeared like a low tide. . .

And Willard, the madman standing still, opened his arms to greet him until all the small wooden blocks at his feet rolled away. "Hahaha...I can finally see you!"

It hasn't been seen for nearly half a year, the madman Willard's hearty smile made Raymond greet him and gave him a fierce bear hug!

The hug between the friends caused neither of them to take any protective measures, because when the lunatic Willard noticed that the arms around the body were so strong. They shouted immediately. "Oh! You guy wants to strangle me!"

The roomy but stained robe. It was the somewhat petite and slender body of the madman Willard. For a moment, Raymond felt that what was on his chest was not like a man's strong pectoral muscles, but rather a tightly bound and soft chest!

Some were lost, but the madman Willard who was unable to breathe strangled by Raymond's arms immediately released the repulsive force field, but the madman Willard who did not push Raymond was shot out and staggered. It took a few steps to regain his footing.

With his hands instinctively guarding his chest, Willard, a somewhat happy lunatic, showed a fierce expression in his eyes. Clamored. "Hey! You want to murder!"

"Since she is a woman, why always pretend to be a man!"

The lunatic Willard who had become a little cramped with his expression stagnated was shocked. "Uh... is your brain broken..."

And Raymond, who put the sealed wooden box into his waist pouch, smiled and stopped continuing the topic, but invited the madman Willard into his diverticulum.

After sitting down, the excited madman Willard first congratulated him, and then mysteriously approached him and lowered his voice and asked. "Do you know about the riots that occurred in the Third Army garrison after you left?"

Raymond, who was brought back to the Frozen City by the bald Stanley, didn't know anything about what happened after that day. Seeing the lunatic Willard so excited, he listened to his story.

"Those who were stunned by your physical aura originally wanted to go to the summit to discuss with Gracie. In the end, except for the dozen or so who ran away, the rest were not until they were rescued. Waking up from a coma..."

With excitement flashed in his eyes, the extremely excited lunatic Willard had obviously been waiting for today. "Break down the protective shield released by the soldiers in the garrison with your own strength. You Raymond is famous in the frozen city!"

Such boasting made Raymond a little embarrassed and quickly explained. "They didn't take precautions, not to mention the fact that Clemente, the commander of the legion, didn't take any action..."

"The truth is here, then Clement of the Third Legion was dispatched to the Valley of the Storm!"

I understand that this misunderstanding is a bit big, but considering the attitude that Yong Ye showed that day, Raymond was a little unsure whether such rumors appeared deliberately, so he had to lead the topic to the anomaly of the Frozen City. "Willard, why are there any abnormalities in the west of the city?"

Seeing that Raymond was unwilling to continue the topic of ‘Clement’, his gaze followed Raymond’s fingers to the madman Willard outside the French window and curled his lips. "It is said to be the projection of a certain illusion. The forces gathered in the Frozen City are waiting for the projection to stabilize so that they can enter into the secret treasure competition..."

"Illusion? Secret treasure?"

"Well, this is an illusion that has existed in the extreme north for tens of thousands of years. It will appear in the vicinity of the Frozen City every 300 years for thousands of years, but this time the location is too close to the Frozen City. The city is now, so the place where it was done is now a forbidden place!"

"An illusion that only appears once in three hundred years?"

Seeing that Raymond was very interested, the refreshed lunatic Willard immediately explained. "Yes, it is the projection of a certain plane, it will appear at a fixed time, and then it will be closed within a fixed time until it disappears..."

It turns out that this abnormality that appeared on the west side of the Frozen City is a projection of an illusion called the "Realm of Mirror". The age of its existence is no longer exquisite, but it is inside. There are some ancient treasures and precious resources for collection.

"It will appear in the Far North every three hundred years, and as long as the resources contained in it are collected, it will lead to a change in the next appearance," the more excited he said, the eyes of the lunatic Willard Expectations flashed in there. "And because the planes overlap for a fixed period of time, this Mirror Realm also has a lot of restrictions on the strength of those who enter it. When it was opened last time, only the lowest-level natural disaster lord could enter..."

Speaking of this, the lunatic Willard suddenly stopped, but his expression became a little weird.

And after Raymond heard that only Dawn-level strength was allowed to enter, he didn't have any interest.

Although the number of dense lands generated by such overlapping planes is not very large, there are various risks in them. Generally speaking, the benefits and risks obtained from exploration are often not proportional.

Seeing that Raymond did not speak, Willard, the madman with a strange expression, sighed with emotion. "Hey, I have been in Northern Xinjiang for so many years with the title of'Scourge Lord', but only when I came to this far north did I know what kind of strength can be called the Scourge Lord..."