Chapter 171

Barcelona empire.

In a laboratory, the frost that spreads over the field of vision fills the laboratory with the surge of psychic power.

Wearing a pair of thick glasses, a female wizard keeps her eyes on the refining of the potion. The cold psychic energy enters the container with her operation, and reconciles the conflicts between the materials of the potion.

"A portion of the red eye fungus, the skin bag of the scavenger, and the white frost grass can be replaced by psychic energy... The heart of the crow man... I didn't take it down yesterday?" The female sorcerer frowned slightly, and the psychic powers exploded. The intense frost froze the materials on the whole laboratory, including the table.

"Let's peel the crow's heart out first... Although this is the first time to make this medicine, the temporary freezing should not affect the effect."

As she said this, she scratched her head and passed her fingers through her frost white hair:

"why did I forget to do this kind of thing... Because this kind of little thing almost destroyed the refining."

Through the corridor, passing a beautiful and abstract oil painting, to the dungeon.

But in the middle of it, she frowned: "call!? Who has the courage to point the calling target to my residence? "

The cold psychic power surges up in an instant, like a blizzard, and instantly spreads out, freezing the entire castle, whether servants or other creatures.

Step on, step on, step on -

the hard heel contacts the ground and makes a crisp sound.

"How dare you attack my castle directly! What empire are they from? Arabella empire!? Or the stupid aristocrats in China? Have you been drawn in? "

"Is it because of that stupid prejudice? To trouble me? "

There was an uncontrollable anger on her face, which was somewhat contrary to the expression on the face of the frost beauty.

In the spirit sea, frost blue psionic powers fill a spell sequence of 80 inscriptions.

It looks like a snowflake, with many branches, and at the end of the branches, there are circular openings that constantly extract power from the psionic vortex and pour it into another spell sequence.

Spell: cast quickly!

The target is another spell sequence with more than 150 inscriptions.

In just a few seconds, the spell sequence has been filled, reducing the fill time by two-thirds.

As for the ground shaking, before the spell was released, the powerful force had already spread along the corridor, and a bone chilling feeling was accumulating. With each step, the color of the frost became deeper, just like the dark blue of frost hell.

"It's a shame on the catticians! I will kill you! Kill you White teeth clenched together, "the name of the cattesia family can't bear such humiliation!"

...

in the dark dungeon.

In the cages, there are various kinds of demons, and several alien races.

When she came to the dungeon, she saw a slowly disappearing whirlpool, and the spell inscriptions around the whirlpool were clearly visible to her.

She widened her eyes: "random call!? What is this backward summoning skill!? Is there any fool using this call now? Don't you know that random call will cause a lot of trouble!? What's the family's son? "

"Who is it?"!? What family is it? " Filled powers gradually drain out of the spell sequence and the spell is cancelled.

A breath of frost came out of her mouth.

It's not a premeditated humiliation, which made her anger disappear a lot, but it still exists: "we will find you, this situation will definitely claim compensation."

She bit her finger: "I forgot to leave evidence just now, and there was no breath left. I am not proficient in the magic of the investigation department...

at this time, a foreign race with a dog's head in the cage yelled:" damn wizard, let me out! "

"Shut up, prisoner of death." She frowned, and her powers surged, freezing the Kouchi into ice. "It's your honor to be an experimental material."

It's going to die anyway. It's more useful to die as a material than to be decapitated pointlessly.

Under the suppression of the female's psychic powers, the demons trembled and did not dare to resist, while other human like alien races were shouting and abusing noisily.

As they became more and more abusive, her face got worse and worse:

"I said you... Give me... Be quiet!"

under the surge of psychic power, the Apocalypse wizard's talent, the cold frost, spread rapidly, freezing the whole dungeon.

"Really, that's why I hate these materials... I should have my tongue cut off first."At this time, a maid appeared at the entrance of the dungeon:

"what happened to the master..."

She was holding her arms in her arms, her teeth fighting, and her voice trembling with cold.

"Ah... My experimental materials were randomly summoned and taken away. You take my warrant to other nobles to see if there are Raven criminals. I need to use the heart of Raven."

"Yes, master."

...

on the other side, Yat touches his chin and looks at the... Crow?

It's, to be exact, a humanoid alien with a crow's head.

Nearly two meters tall, with a head similar to that of a raven, strong in body, and dressed in... Prison clothes?

The arm that emerges from under the sleeve is similar to a human hand, but the whole hand, including the palm, is covered with black feathers, and the lower part of the knee looks like two bird claws.

"Are you? Crow man

"Yes, I am raven, and my name is gol! Summoner.... "

gol tries to keep calm.

We can't let the other party cancel the call. According to his previous observation, it should be a temporary and random call. We should stabilize the other party and negotiate. If we are repatriated by the summoning array, we will return to the dungeon of the count of catticia.

Negotiate with each other as much as possible to prolong the time....

the other party should be a rookie. This kind of summoning array is quite primitive and can't even be used by goblins even though they are called out by the crow.

He should be a low-level caster who is lucky enough to become a caster, but has no way to learn the knowledge of magic properly.

Delay time, find a chance to break the shackle spell, and escape from here. As for the temporary summon to become a permanent summon spell, let the hapless bear it on his own.

He preferred the title of "black feather fraudster" to the status of Raven shaman.

"You are unique and lucky, summoner." Gol's face is mysterious and unpredictable. In the face of those lucky enough to become casters, ambiguous compliments can be delivered first.

After a long time of operation, he found that when using some general, vague and adjectives to describe, the object can easily accept these descriptions and think that what is said in the description is itself.

What are the characteristics of a lucky spellcaster?

What kind of lucky, unique, hard-working, unjust treatment and so on can be put on their bodies. It is easier to succeed by suppressing first and then promoting them. However, he does not have so much time to quickly gain trust by means of quick success and instant benefit.

"I'm..."

"OK, you can shut up." Before this guy doesn't talk, Yat doesn't feel much. After the other person talks, the familiar feeling makes Yat understand his urine nature instantly. He has already made it a habit to lie.

And... In prison clothes.

A fraudster?

Yat threw out a catch crow spell --

and didn't know if it could succeed.

"Summoner, listen to me..." Goyle, after seeing a black light coming, subconsciously raised his arm to block it. "What!"

Rumble -

a strong sense of bondage penetrated into Gol's spiritual sea and into the whirlpool of his spirit.

A strong sense of crisis made goel use all his strength to resist -

[capture failure]

"what do you want to say?" Art looks at his palm and fails?

But after a look at the information bar, this is a conventional probability of failure, and there is no prompt. It is not a hint from crows or birds. In other words, can crow people be included in the category of crows? How is the determination mechanism defined?

At this time, gol, after trying his best to resist art's capture of crows, was almost speechless. He knelt directly on the ground: "you... You..."

"what are you? You're just a prisoner. Don't fight honestly." The capture crow was charged again, and he was ready to throw it out again. But he suddenly thought of something and said to promi, "can you stop the summoner from being repatriated?"

Promi nodded: "yes, but it will consume a lot of energy...

it will consume a lot of energy to prevent the summoner from being repatriated.

"Then do it."

"Ah!"

"You don't have to repatriate him. This guy works." "Hurry up," said Yat without turning back

"Good!" After a moment's hesitation, promi immediately executed Yat's order, "if you want to stop the summon from returning, you need to disturb or destroy the coordinates, and the interference needs a long time to prepare...""If interference is too troublesome, just destroy it directly!"

"Yes

After an answer, Prometheus raised his hand and launched an attack on the summoning array, which was completely built by himself. Promi was very familiar with everything in it.

The sharp bone formed by negative energy runs directly through the camouflaged repatriate spell in the ring.

"It's done!"

"Good." Nodding, Yat looks at gol, kneeling on the ground with a painful face. He is ready to capture the crow.

"I, I won't give in!" Gol covered his head and cried hoarsely.

"If you give in or not, you don't count, Mr. fraudster." Shrugging his shoulders, art throws the spell.

This time...

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