The Wizard World: 406 Encounters and Directions 1

Between the endless green trees and seas, a gray-white path winds forward, and from time to time, some small branch roads are extended. Like the blood vessels of the earth.

A black carriage on the path was pulled by four unicorns, moving forward slowly.

No pattern is engraved on the body, but it is pure and dark. The driver was a gray-haired old man with a leaky mouth and a drowsy look holding his whip clothes.

The gloomy sky doesn't have a trace of sunlight, the cold wind blows over it, faintly mixed with a trace of chill.

The carriage was moving forward slowly, unhurriedly, and the wheels crushed some small brittle stones from time to time, and the grass on the roadside was shaken for a while. Obviously some small animals were frightened.

"Master, it's three days before I'm going to Lanjindong. I won't be able to go by then and can only take you to the edge." The driver yawned loudly.

"It's okay, I'll go by then." A low male voice came from the compartment.

The side curtains were slowly opened, revealing a pale and somewhat eccentric man's face.

The eyes of the man are glowing red, and they look like the best red crystal. Crystal clear and exceptionally clear.

He propped his hand against the window, looking sideways and looking far into the woods by the road.

"There is a situation ahead, Ham, you stop the car a little and wait for things to pass," he said calmly.

"Okay, sir." The driver seemed unhurried, and seemed to be accustomed to passenger behavior. "This is the fourth time, right? Now the world is getting more and more chaotic, not Master Green. You come out in person. I dare not take this long journey."

Angel heard the words, smiled, but set his eyes deep into the woods on the side. On a turn-fork road there, Zheng Fai was able to see the road in front of him, fighting fiercely.

Some people in grey clothes with white cloth on their heads are fighting fiercely with a convoy protecting three carriages. Chopping sound. Screams and laughter were mixed. Miscellaneous.

"Going forward is where these robbers robbed. Let's wait a bit, and wait until they're done," said Anglia lightly. He has been out of the villa for a week, and has been on his way to Lanjin Cave without stopping. Just unexpectedly encountered many robbers and bandits on the road.

Angel wasn't interested in taking care of these things. He always waited until the robbers were done before rushing past. He didn't come out this time to stand out.

The shouting and killing in front of it gradually weakened. Some robbers vaguely circled the convoy, seemingly watching something lively. Bursts of laughter kept coming.

The laughter lasted for more than ten minutes and there was no sign of abating.

Angle originally thought that this group of people would stop soon. I didn't expect them to be so inefficient, and they were playing tricks on the road.

He lowered the curtain and stopped looking at the situation outside. Reached for a long staff in the carriage.

Wow.

The compartment door is pulled open. Angele jumped out of the compartment at once, holding a black staff and putting on the hood of a black robe, hiding herself completely into the black robe.

"Ham, wait here for me to come back."

"No problem! Master." Ham grinned. Showing Bai Sensen's teeth. Dare to follow Anger to list the cars, and he will not be a simple character to drive such long distances.

Angele nodded, walking slowly forward with his staff. Some blood-colored hair could be seen faintly under the black robe.

In the front team, three red carriages form a triangle. Block out the gray robbers outside, and inside the triangle are a group of helpless women and children.

The ground is full of corpses and blood puddles. The thick smell of smell permeated the air. A small number are robbers, and most are guarded by convoys.

All the robbers in the surroundings showed malicious expressions and looked at the women and children in the convoy. They completely circled the team without revealing any gaps.

Most of these robbers carry scimitars and cross swords, and some even wear army-style broken leather armor.

The leader is a dark-skinned man with an upper body. The big man is holding his hand to the side, and there is a long scar on his face that scratches his left eye, like a cricket, with his smile constantly shaking. It looks very infiltrating.

"Bearded, what tricks are there to play next?" Dahan shouted loudly into the field.

In the circle, a man with a long black beard dragged the head of a girl's body with one hand and was laughing with his head up, his chest full of scarlet forehead.

And there was a dark red wound on the neck of the corpse in his hand, and the blood was flowing. The girl's eyes widened, her body twitched from time to time, her silent big eyes had lost any luster.

Looking at the corpse of the girl in the beard, the two female warriors led by the convoy circle showed sorrow and anger, but they could only hold the scimitar and bow and arrow in their hands and aim the beard weakly.

Without archery, the arrows on the ground have said it all. The arrows fired did nothing. Not even leaving a trace on the beard.

"Oh, it's dead anyway, everyone fights !!!" In the circle, a girl in red seemed to be out of control. There was a look of madness in his eyes.

"They deliberately killed the man and left us. The purpose is clear. Even if we persist, we cannot give up on our own." One of the leading female soldiers said firmly.

"Furthermore, as long as the father is treated properly, he can still survive! We can't give up, we must delay time!" the female soldier encouraged in a low voice.

At this time, more than a dozen women's hopes were concentrated in a circle surrounded by a carriage, and an old white-haired man lying on the ground with a twisted face.

The old man was surrounded by a curved sabre, his muscles were knotted, and he was wearing black leather armor full of knife marks.

"Yes, as long as Dad wakes up, we have hope," said another female soldier Shen Sheng.

"Who !!"

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside the robber.

Angel stood on the periphery and walked slowly towards the band of robbers. He didn't get too close and was discovered by a sentry robber.

He doesn't intend to hide himself. Just quietly came to this side at the usual pace.

Sure enough, he didn't go far enough to be discovered by the other party.

Suddenly, among the bandits who formed a circle, a group of people came to meet us. The leader is the leader with the scar on his left eye.

Seeing that only Angele came over, he narrowed his right eye, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Sandstorm Corps is here to work, friends, how about waiting for ten minutes to be a face? Just be a friend." A person who dares to step forward to so many robbers, is confident that he will never be weak. It may even be a formal wizard. However, even if they are formal wizards, there are not apprentices in their team, plus his own knight, a group of highly qualified subordinates, and enchanted weapons in his hand. Even formal wizards have to dread one or two.

This time, they came here in disguise, they are already taking risks, and they should never be surprised again. Therefore, he also speaks directly, and has no past tyranny.

Angel glanced at the robber in front of him, and just opened his mouth, about to speak.

Oh! !! !!

Suddenly, a large dark red shadow flew from his feet instantly, converging into a human shape over the heads of all the robbers. The human form quickly formed, with a bang, as if the dark red cloak was uncovered, revealing the real face below.

He is a handsome young man.

Slap!

The man gently touched his toes, and slightly bowed to Angele.

"Master Purple Eye, what are you doing with them nonsense, now that I'm blocking your way, how about I kill you?" He licked his lips, and his red eyes slowly lighted a faint flame. .

Angle stared at him.

"Are you Turin?"

"Admired by the Lord." Turin was one of the elites who volunteered to contact him.

Also, in the Tali River, there are only two strong ones who can only join the Black Witch Tower by relying on their own strength and potential. Without any background, just by himself, he was eligible to join the Black Witch Tower.

Turin is covered with a dark red cloak, only his head is exposed, and his fiery red hair, like a flame, stands upright. A smile on his face.

"I still remember you, because the reason you gave me is still memorable." Angle smiled slightly. "It's nice to be able to see you take the initiative to greet you before you get there.

"Betoria is waiting for your arrival." Turin also smiled. "But we look forward to your leading us to enjoy a more interesting life."

"That's what I promised you, didn't I?" Angelle chuckled. This Turin was one of the three subordinate leaders he had appointed.

This person is like a ferocious beast. He joined the Black Witch Tower only in pursuit of a more dangerous, exciting, and interesting life. After learning about the plan of the Black Witch Tower, the whole person became more crazy.

It is rumored that he was originally a newly talented wizard of a wizarding organization. After many years of incubating in the mountains, he finally found that his family and organization could no longer meet his needs, but since he was young, he thought that his father and teachers were definitely better than him. The reason why he couldn't beat him was because of hiding. So in order to get more powerful knowledge and force a stronger learning witchcraft, he fought in a simulated battle.

Killed his father and teacher, but found that they were really inferior to him.

Since then, the spirit of Turin has been a little weird and crazy, and has become an abnormally psychic. Later, in a battle with wizards, hundreds of thousands of people in a small fringe town were slaughtered, and their reputation has since become a common wanted criminal organized by wizards throughout the central region.

It is rumored that he likes to eat children's livers raw, because the liver can regenerate, so he is said to have raised a large group of children and harvested the liver every so often. (To be continued)

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