Chapter 89

Looking at Roddy who was breathing rapidly on the bed, Muse shook his body and walked to the bed a few steps. He couldn't help but reach out and hold Roddy's face. A tear fell on Roddy's face.

The figure behind him couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and then whispered as if he was talking to himself: "I really don't understand the human feelings..." But Muse was so excited that he didn't hear his words.

Muse sighed, turned around slowly, and whispered, "How could he be like this?"

"He was so hurt by himself... Well, frankly, you have a little credit for what he has become like now." The man sighed and whispered: "Actually, with his strength, he had already been killed when he met your two hundred Roland Knights that day. But he had a way to improve his strength several times in a period of time. But later he met you... Well, your magic of the "God Thunder Axe" is too powerful. He originally had

You can kill him with just one finger. Although you have used that secret technique to increase his strength several times, it is still not good to face you, the Black Veil Saint of the Roland Continent... Your magic trick should be what you call the forbidden spell? Even if he has increased his strength several times, he can't withstand it. When you are bombarded by you, his "Holy Light Aura" will naturally be blown away by you, but the little bit of "golden fighting energy" in your body has just been cultivated.

’ The seeds of ’ were also blown away by you… He is a samurai, but he is more lucky than others. He can skip the stage of gathering fighting spirit by ordinary samurai and directly practice ‘gold fighting spirit’, but because he took a shortcut than others, it is also a bit dangerous. Originally, if he could have a place to recuperate after that day, he would not deal with others within ten days and half a month, and he would recover slowly. But you ran all the way, fought with others a few times, and

I was injured, it was... Alas, it would be useless to say so much to you... Let me say that, he was like a half-built house. He was hammered by you and was almost broken up. As a result, before he could repair it, someone went up to kick the already broken door wall... Now... I'm fine, but after he gets better, it's like this... Whether it's fighting spirit or gold fighting spirit, I'll be counted on for the rest of my life..."

Muse felt ache in his heart and sighed: "How did you know so clearly? How did you know the situation of me fighting with him? There was no one else to use him at that time..."

The man turned his head and said casually: "Anyway, I just know. Now, do you want him to be a second-rate warrior for the rest of his life?"

Muse frowned: "I don't understand, what can I help."

The man spread his hands and said, "I definitely can't save him alone... Although I have a good relationship with him, I still don't have such a kind heart to save him. You are the saint of the black veil. If I read it correctly, although you have not entered the stage of "domain power", you are only one step away. You are already at the top of the magician. If I don't ask you for help, who should I ask for?"

Muse shook his head: "I am now..."

"Is the red dragon blood?" The man smiled and said, "Although I have never seen dragons, I think you people from the Roland Continent will not really dare to provoke the dragon clan, right? Give your temple a great courage, don't you dare to provoke the dragon clan, right? What dragon blood... Do you dare to kill dragons and get their blood back? What red dragons aren't real dragon clan, right? They are probably just a monster."

Muse nodded: "Yes, the so-called red dragon blood is actually a creepy monster full of red, but it looks like a ground dragon. This kind of monster itself has nothing to do with it, but their blood is the most terrifying thing for magicians... If you drink a little, a magician can lose all magic. However, the solution is not to be solved. As long as you can find a red dragon to kill it and get its magic core, it will be enough."

"Does the magic core?" The man smiled: "I have so many such things here, but I don't know if there is the magic core of the red dragon you mentioned." He stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of shiny and colorful crystal gems out of thin air like a magic trick.

Muse only glanced at it, and his face changed immediately. She was a high-level magician, so naturally he knew these things. He saw that what this person took out was actually the magic cores of the monsters! Looking around, there were actually many magic cores of the high-level monsters in it! Muse knew in his heart that it was very difficult to hunt a low-level monster. Not to mention hunting some high-level monsters, some ordinary high-level magicians or powerful knights were alive and dead when they met, and they had to escape. This person grabbed so many precious magic cores in one hand, just like grabbing a handful of rotten stones!

"Where did you come from so many things?!"

"Hmph... My master liked to collect strange things the most back then. He once secretly brought people to your Roland Continent. These things were his collections. See if there is the Red Dragon Magic Core you mentioned here. If not, I still have them here, but there are too many things, so it is difficult to take them all out for a while."

Muse heard that his chin was about to fall to the ground, and he felt that the person in front of him was extremely strange - using magic cores as a collection? Didn't he know that in the Roland Continent, even a low-level magical beast's magical core could be sold for hundreds of gold coins? These magical cores are treasures that enhance their strength for magicians! It is much more expensive than ordinary magical crystals! If it is a high-level magical core, it can be worth tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

There are many small mercenary groups on the Roland Continent that specialize in hunting monsters and selling magic cores to make a living, but at most they only dare to deal with some low-level monsters...

Seeing that the muse was still, the man thought there was no Red Dragon Magic Core, so he threw the things in his hand on the ground, grabbed them out of thin air, and grabbed a lot of them.

Muse felt dizzy and his mind was confused. Although she grew up in Roland, a magical continent, she had never seen so many magical monster cores in her life. She had long seen at a glance that the few pieces that the other party took out were actually the magic cores of high-level monsters that were collected in the temple.

Muse took a deep breath, then calmed down his mind, slowly picked out two red crystals from it, and sighed: "That's it, but these things are very precious... You'd better put them away."

The man laughed: "In the eyes of your magicians, this kind of thing is a treasure, but it is just a beautiful gem for us. However, this thing is left by the master and cannot be given to you." After saying that, he waved his hand, and all the things on the ground disappeared.

Muse was excited when he looked at the red dragon magic core in his hand. She was originally a proud person, but over the past few days, she had suffered too much grievance because she had lost the support of magic power. At this moment, the thing that restored magic was in her hand, so how could she not be excited?

When the man saw her in a daze, he urged: "You'd better hurry up, it's getting late. When someone comes, I'll be in trouble."

Muse glanced at him: "You saved him, why should you sneak up and not see anyone?"

The man shook his head and whispered to himself: "Seeing people? It's really strange that people can't scare me to death..." He glanced at Muse and said impatiently: "Little girl just talks too much! Get it done! How to use this magic core? Is it going to eat?"

Muse glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Have you seen anyone stuffing a stone into his mouth?!" After saying that, he gave the man a blank look, gritted his teeth and pierced his fingers hard at the sharp edge of the magic core. After the blood was flowing out, he carefully applied a drop of his blood on the magic core, and then closed his eyes.

The man looked at the Muse's movements with great interest, but Muse suddenly opened his eyes and said, "You'd better think of a way. When I use magic, there will be a lot of light. I'm afraid that people outside will see it."

The man hugged his arms and said lightly: "Don't worry. I've prepared it. The light here is absolutely invisible outside!"

The muse nodded, then closed his eyes and meditated...

Suddenly, the magic core in her palm emitted a soft red light. The light was not strong. But in the light, the red magic core gradually changed color and softened, saving it like the melting ice cubes under the sunlight. The hard stone-like magic core gradually turned into a red phoscent. Then the phoscent fell on Muse's palm and entered Muse's skin one by one. Muse's expression became more and more solemn, and his brows frowned slightly. One palm had completely turned red, and then the red gradually moved up along her arm, first with an arm, gradually a red light appeared in her whole body.

Muse suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath. A spiral-like red mist would spin down from the top of her head, surrounding her whole body. The mist became thicker and thicker, and finally it blew for a moment, and the smoke disappeared...

Although Muse was still standing there, his aura was very different from what he had just happened. He seemed to have recovered from the Black Veil Saint when he fought with Roddy that day. Her eyes were full of light, and her face seemed to have a soft and sacred aura. She smiled slightly, stretched out her left hand and waved her lightly. The originally crude grassland herder's costume had turned into a black robe. This dress had completely returned to the terrifying black Veil Saint that day!

The man next to him suddenly laughed and clapped his hands, "It looks good! It's interesting and interesting! You are so imposing as a magician! Such colorful light is much better than setting off fireworks."

Muse took a deep breath, moved one hand slightly, and a magic light burst out from his hand. As his strength recovered, he was extremely excited and he didn't care about the man's nonsense.

After looking at the man, Muse sighed: "No matter what, I want to thank you. Otherwise, I will probably not be able to recover until I return to Roland."

The man waved his hand and said carelessly: "Okay, now I'll help you restore your magic, it depends on how you save him."

Muse thought for a while and said, "There is the most advanced healing technique in magic 'reshaping the origin', which should be able to save him. But that kind of magic is the highest forbidden spell in the Holy Light magic, and I have never used it." After a pause, she looked at the person and said, "I think you look like a high-level warlock, right? Your strength should not be below me. I heard that there is also a final-level spell in the healing technique of the warlock of the Empire of Light. Why don't you save him yourself? Your confidence should be greater than mine."

The man shook his head and said, "I know that spell, but I can't use it. Once I use that spell and fail to save him, I'm afraid I will be finished first."

Muse frowned and said, "Why?"

The man smiled and said, "I tell you, warlocks are different from you magicians. Warlocks practice their own power. They can use as much as they cultivate. After they have used up their spiritual power, they will continue to practice and then store them in their body... But I am different from other warlocks... Although I have a lot of spiritual power, I cannot continue to practice after using it. I use it as much as I use it, and I cannot continue to practice and replenish... Because... I don't have a physical body!"

"No physical body?" Muse was startled.

"Forget it. Anyway, you have magic now. You can see through this bad armor with a penetration technique. Why not show it to you yourself..." After saying that, the man took off his helmet...

Muse's eyes dazzled, and only saw the man opposite him take off his helmet, but a skull appeared. The skull's chin moved a few times, making a voice: "Did you see it?"

After three seconds of silence, Muse suddenly let out a scream of horror.

"ah!!!!"

The skeleton looked at Muse quietly, waiting for her to finish her screaming. Muse screamed for a long time before stopping her voice. However, she took a few steps back, her hands spread open, and a ball of fireballs emerged from each of her hands, looking vigilantly at the skeleton in front of her.

The skeleton's chin opened, but laughter popped out of his mouth: "Don't be afraid, your reaction is not much worse than when this kid met me..."

Although Muse is powerful, she is a woman after all. Although she has seen some skeleton soldiers created by magicians using summoning techniques on Roland, she has never seen such skeletons that can speak, laugh, walk, and magical magic before!

Resisting the urge to smash the fireball in his hand, Muse took a breath: "What the hell are you... stuff?"

The skeleton laughed: "I am a skeleton, strictly speaking, I am not a thing... I am a life! A great and magical life created by a master!! My name is Andy."
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