Netheril Glory Chapter 873: The state of despair

There is no doubt that the "weird man" who is kneeling on the ground and desperately pinching his neck is the unlucky legendary mage Aowen, but now the "inscription sage" no longer has the previous gracefulness, because He has lived in this muddy white forest for more than two years.

After such a long life as a beast, the old mage is almost completely covered with scab blood and stains, and the beard and hair that once shone with silver wire have become coagulated now. Dirty rags—Even Owen himself must admit that his appearance now is not only described as dirty, but the word nausea is more suitable for this broken body.

It's just that the old mage at this time obviously didn't care about the mood and qualifications of his appearance, because the injury to his soul could be more serious than the incomplete and filthy body.

The lethal power of the morning star magic is undoubtedly very powerful. Although Owen stacked several layers of magical protection before being hit by the heavy hammer of Pabun, the attack that was completely higher than the one level still allowed the " The "Inscription Sage" was greatly hit on the spot, and the power of the law that integrated its flesh and soul was like the bone maggot to expand the wound and prevent the recovery of the injury.

After being traumatized by this kind, he actually supported the potential of squeezing his soul and released a legendary magic that can only be described by miracles even when he succeeded in casting a spell. The huge law pressure brought by Nepal's ultra-distance random teleportation technique.

Results...The superposition of this terrible injury plus "self-mutilation" of terror damage finally exceeded the limit of a 27th-level legendary professional, waiting for a body that appeared to be broken during the teleportation to the shadow plane At that time, the soul of the old mage had entered a crisis state on the verge of collapse.

In such a state of soul, Owen doesn’t need to use the legendary magic or use his magic, he can’t even maintain his basic reason and thinking, at least for more than two years in the recent wandering in the Andorra Forest In a day, the inscription sage can luckily awaken reason for no more than one minute. In most of the time, this old, shabby old mage just acts by instinct like an unwise beast.

Even if it’s a rare sober time, Owen, who has been nourishing himself since childhood, still has to endure the stench of his body. This uncomfortable feeling even made the old mage with some cleanliness and chaos thinking once thought about it. Too.

Owen, who has been a "super genius" + "the eldest son of a great aristocrat" since his birth, has never been worse than this kind of sin in his life............

Fortunately, the short-sightedness is ultimately just his thoughts when his brain is muddled. Although the current Owen is already equivalent to being "stupid", most of the time, his desire to survive is still very strong. Still waiting for his boss "Mesur" to rescue himself from this hell.

"........."

"Oh! Bah! Bah? This... what a disgusting and dirty thing this is, how long will it take for the old man to die in such a lifeless way!"

Take advantage of your own wisdom to wake up and spit the chewed corpse of the shadow demon on the dark black grass, tasting the blood of the shadow creature full of mouth and strange taste, Orwin and even painful Put the torn nail into the palm of the hand.

His predation of the poor shadow demon is only driven by pure instinct without wisdom. After all, the beast always tends to prey on those seemingly weak animals to help the body recover faster when injured, although a legendary strong Even if you eat more "small animals", it is impossible to restore the wound caused by the morning star magic, but the instinct without wisdom does not understand this truth.........

And this foolish "instinct" is also the most painful place for the old mage.

Know that the shadow demon’s body is not delicious at all. The flesh of these little goblins contain a lot of official grade poison, and their hearts can also breed seed parasites carrying the "Shadow Thorns" fungus. Regarding the "cursed" creatures, although these "little means" of the official level are far from hurting the "inscription sage" as a legendary professional, the disgusting taste of eating raw meat will still make most humans Can't help feeling sick.

Au Wen is now disgusted by a mass of raw meat in his mouth.

"Oh! God! How long has it been? One month? One year? Or one hundred years? Why... Why doesn’t Mesur come to save me? How dare he come to save me? He just Are you afraid that I will say everything after I'm caught? He doesn't dare... he must not dare!"

Listening to the crunching sound of his bones rubbing together, the pupil of the "inscription sage" began to zoom in again, crawling up on the black grass.

Due to intermittent thinking, Owen could not accurately judge time. In his soul perception, which had lost many functions, time seemed to be in a chaotic state of change at any time.

Although he knows that his enemies will never give up, he also knows that, whenever possible, Mesr will definitely find a way to rescue his precious legendary combat power with a lot of inside information, but now Owen is still not. Fa is at ease, because he does not know how long he has fled, nor can he judge whether his enemy or "reinforcement" has just started or is on the way.........

This feeling of ups and downs between anticipation, fear, and worry is almost driving the already unconscious fugitives crazy~IndoMTL.com~ Someone will come to save me... definitely will... I'm the ruler of the Kingdom of Capordo, the "inscription sage" with the magic tower, I...I can't just fall like this......impossible! That's right... I had to find a hiding place before Mesour came, so hunting wild intelligent creatures was too conspicuous, and the mage with a whisper might be chasing me, I...I...Ahhhh "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Although thinking at a speed that is not as good as that of ordinary people, Owen’s reason has not been maintained.

Before waiting to put his rare cautious ideas into action, a sudden abrupt pain ran deep into his soul.

At the same time, the distorted old mage's body also fell to the ground uncoordinated, his mouth burst into a beast-like painful howling, and the light representing wisdom in the blood-red eye pupil was also very fast The disappearance disappeared in the mad tide.

Unfortunately, Owen’s sane retention time has not exceeded one minute today...