The Wizard World: 572 First meeting 3

Hurrying back to the convoy, the camp is still deserted, and a few mercenaries are holding their swords and leaning on the side of the carriage to sleep. The green smoke of the bonfire gradually faded and tilted slightly with the wind.

Angel stepped lightly, walked to the ox cart assigned to him, and lifted his car into the car. Lying sideways beside Freila. He opened his eyes and listened quietly in the darkness.

Small footsteps soon came out of the carriage, and gradually faded away.

Angle leaned on the inner wall of the car, thinking about all the information that he got today.

"If the ancestor of the light is really the backstage of the church, then you must not act lightly and expose yourself. Even if the ancestor of the light was defeated or sealed at the beginning, the strength is greatly reduced. But even the remaining strength is not necessarily I can compete. "

Angel recalled the old eye-catching dragon that he saw at the beginning, and now thinking back, the power level of that old dragon is estimated to be the same as his current one. Corresponds to the Scourge Lord without the power of Nightmare. It is much stronger than the eye-catching dragon king said by the eye devil. It is estimated that this is the key reason why it can survive so long.

From this point of view, in ancient times, there were three clans most proficient in wizards. The Chaos Dragons were just one of them. The eye-catching Dragons under its branch had such a powerful existence. Not to mention the most powerful humanoid shaman race of the time. At the same level, even stronger existence is definitely not in the minority.

Such a terror force was actually defeated by the ancestor of the light at last, and finally reluctantly pulled back a game.

Angel's eyes tightened in the darkness. "In such a calculation, the level of the ancestor of light is definitely above Xifan. It is even stronger than the ordinary Xifan." Xifan's realm is just a realm of his own qualitative change above the level. The scope of the root cause.

But it actually exists above this level. What is the difference between them, he is not able to know.

Since sitting in the dark, Angele looked cautiously.

Cooing! !! Coo! !!

Crowds of fluorescent owls came from outside.

The sky gradually changed from black to gray, and the calls of some crickets gradually mixed in. Near the morning, the forest quickly became lively.

Angele suddenly glanced at Frela next to him, pretending to close her eyes and go to sleep.

Freila opened her eyes quietly and found herself next to Angele. The whole person leaned on him, and suddenly his face turned red, and he let go lightly, and then carefully put on the gray-brown short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and combed his long blond hair. Only then carefully climbed to the entrance of the carriage.

She is holding her little butt, and is about to climb to the curtain of the car. Suddenly remembering something, she carefully crawled back again, and quietly picked up the saw and cross sword of Angele beside the wooden box. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Angele's eyes, nervous in fear that he would suddenly wake up.

The length of the saw sword is still a little long in the narrow compartment, and it is placed beside Angele. Freila tries to avoid touching Angle who is ‘sleeping’. With a sword, carefully withdraw from Angele.

Slowly. Slowly.

It took more than ten seconds before Freila finally took out the saw sword completely, her face was a little breathless, and she was red with tiredness. With one-handed lifting of five or six pounds of the saw sword, she also exuded a tiny amount of sweat on her forehead.

After getting the sword. Freila drew a red booklet out of her small box and drew it into her jacket pocket. He felt his little **** crawling towards the curtain.

Slap!

Suddenly a hand was hit **** her butt.

Freila is stiff. Do not dare to move. She looked back with trembling, and the sleeping Angelle was smashing her mouth, just turned over, and her big hand was sent in with a slap, just hitting her little butt.

"Damn uncle! I'll repay you for lunch !! I haven't tried the fly meat sauce, it definitely tastes good!" Freila whispered fiercely, feeling the warmth of her hip The big hand feels scared and sweating.

Move forward slowly, slowly sliding down the big hand on the buttock, landing on the calf, and then moving to the compartment floor.

Freila was relieved. The action accelerated to climb out of the compartment, tearing off the dirty gray cloth curtain.

Sitting in the driver's seat, she took out her red leather fawn boots from the fixed wooden box on the right and quickly put them on.

Jumping out of the car with a saw sword and walking towards the nearby dark woods.

"Nausea! Damn! Feces and bugs are ten times more noble than you !!! When I become a peerless swordsman, one day I will beat you into a pig's head! Pig's head!" Freila suddenly thought of the dilemma just now, Come out of breath.

As she walked, she severely chopped the surrounding bushes with a saw sword. In the rush, the green grass and branches were chopped and fluttered everywhere.

"Poor my heroic epic cross sword ... Abominable Andre took the mean of food and accommodation to take away all my babies !!!" She cursed the abomination as much as possible The uncle, scolded for a long time, finally thought about it, but still couldn't find more vicious words to describe Andre. "Andre, the pig's head!" She nodded, repeating it again in dismay. "Pig head!"

In the compartment, Angele couldn't help it anymore, propped himself up and laughed. Looking out of the cracks in the window, he saw Freya scolding his hands and still covering his buttocks.

"This little guy ... it's very fun. I usually have a good and sensible look in front of me ..."

Shaking his head, Angele sat cross-legged and began to continue his daily attempts at the door to the microcosm.

The wake-up sound of the guard mercenaries gradually sounded outside the window.

Sitting until Freira came back out of breath, had breakfast together, the team just returned to the road, the sound of the bonnet wheels from time to time rushed to some small stones, and the whole body beat.

Angele leaned on the carriage bored with an old yellow thin book novel. Freila was making gestures while holding a small branch, and she seemed to be thinking about the sword practice in the morning.

"Little Rila, have you washed your clothes?"

"Washed."

"Did the cow feed?"

"Hey, it's a causeway grass sold by Caravan Wade. It's a copper coin."

Angele glanced up at her.

"You haven't cleaned the cabin yet? And you haven't washed my shoes?"

Freila looked stiff.

"I didn't let you eat for nothing, and travel with me." Angle sternly, "Go. Remember to use a bakelite brush, try harder!"

Freila took a hard breath and stared at Angle without a trace. The look was obviously saying, you're dead .. dead! !! She growled in her heart. If you do n’t have enough seasoning for lunch, I will tell you your last name! !!

"Well, let's go, it's hard." Angle patted the little guy's shoulder with a smile, "Remember not to be lazy. I'll go out."

He turned over and went down with the ox cart and followed the team. He looked back at Freila and began to scrub his shoes and compartments honestly. Then I hurried to the front team with satisfaction.

"Exercising swordsmanship in those postures all day long will hurt your body .... Relax your muscles." He caught up with the car in front, grabbing the wooden frame of the car and moving forward.

The car was following two worn-out mercenaries, chewing something while walking, a laziness and not waking up.

Angel took the initiative.

"Two of you, do you know where Hayley is now?"

One of the mercenaries glanced at him: "Halia? That guy seems to be sick. Why are you looking for him?"

A silver coin popped up in Angele's hand, and flew to this person accurately.

The mercenary suddenly had a smile on his face. "I'll take you there. The guy is not very sick right now and is lying in the back of the car to rest."

He said nothing. With Angele walking back, past the car that Angli bought and lived, the two soon came to the back of the convoy, all with a series of cow-drawn cart boards.

Sick men and women lie on a few dirty gray-black boards. Each one looked pale and apathetic.

The mercenary stopped here when he came here. "Let's go by yourself, this place is carefully infected. These people are infected with epidemics, and it is difficult to heal." With a disgusted expression, he hurried back.

Moans are constantly heard on the wooden boards behind the team, including the leftmost periphery, a car board. Lying down was the downcast middle-aged mercenary last night.

This person's complexion is different from other people's condition. Lying on a wooden board without saying a word. The body shook a few times with the board, and nothing else happened.

Angle stepped over and jumped onto the ox cart, sitting next to the man.

"Young man, I think you are not very sick ... I have some medicine for treating diseases here. Would you like to order something?" He stared at the middle-aged man with amused eyes. "I think you obviously got sick last night before you became seriously ill."

Hilia's face shook, revealing a stunned look. "How do you know?" He was met with a monster woman who didn't know him last night. He said he didn't keep his promises and betray his promises and would only escape. All kinds of crimes smashed into his head. Until now he was still dizzy. Almost.

If it wasn't for the masked woman's sudden appearance, he'd probably be dead now.

Thinking of this, Hayley took a closer look at the man in front of her.

Young, mature and handsome, with dark red eyes. Obviously, he is a man with rich experience. His fair skin is similar to those of aristocratic masters who rarely work. He is obviously of good origin. Just a black moustache on his chin, with a smile on his face. Gives a feeling of extreme underdevelopment.

Body grey trousers and trousers, but not like the poor at all. Especially a long dark red hair, tied into a bunch, shiny and shiny.

Angel laughed twice. "Of course I know." He lay down on his side beside Hyria. Lower your voice. "I also know that you were rescued by a masked woman last night. Otherwise I guess you are lying in the woods now, right?"

Halya felt a storm in her heart and couldn't help but slightly support her body. "Who the **** are you !? Or ... do you know who I am?" Since his memory loss, he has encountered people who once said he knew him, and some looked sad at him, some just Anxious to eat his flesh and drink his blood, when he saw someone, he rushed over with a weapon to kill.

He often encounters this kind of thing after waking up from a dirty ditch. This was also the case last night. With a few words, the young girl who appeared suddenly prepared for him with a dagger, just like those in front of him, using the same weird methods as a wizard.

"That's how people with amnesia ..." Angle smiled and looked up into the sky.

The azure sky is like a large piece of sapphire, with white clouds like smoke hanging from the edges. A warm but unglaring sun hangs from the sky, and a soft pale golden sunlight sheds.

A breeze came over, full of grass and a touch of wildflowers.

"I don't only know that you have amnesia, I also know that you must not have been an ordinary person before." He didn't wait for Helia to start, and then said, "But I don't know who you really are. I just I think you are interesting. "

Angel turned his head, looking at the wooden board on the right, and a thin gray man lying on it.

The man was pale, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he was not sickly and weak. His right hand was still holding a black short wooden stick, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

The man immediately noticed Angele's gaze and turned his face to the side, his green eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you know me?" The green-eyed man's voice was low, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, his throat was very dry.

Angele and Hyria were both attracted by the voice of the man.

Halia is looking at the man and feels very familiar, but she can't remember who he is, just rubbing his temples in pain and thinking.

Angele simply felt that this man was a little bit simple, but did not expect that when his eyes came over, with his level of strength, he actually felt a sense of transparency as if seen through.