The Wizard World: 574 Chaos 1

Before Frera could react, she was pulled suddenly by Angle, dragged into the compartment, avoiding a broken knife that flew over.

"Be careful!" Angele patted the little guy's face to make him awake.

Boom! !!

There was an instant blast outside the carriage, and it seemed that something had exploded. A dazzling red flare shone in from the window and dyed the entire cabin red.

In the dense green forest, a group of gold-red flames exploded, forming a wave of gold-red flames, spreading like water ripples in all directions, hitting the convoy trees, causing a series of vibrations.

All the carriages and livestock were flattened out a few meters away.

Angel's ox cart was shaken hard, panning more than three meters to the left, leaving black friction marks on the ground.

In the center of the golden red explosion, the leader of the black cape has only half of his body standing, and there is still a half head of the leader on the ground.

"Embo, you can't escape." He also had a sharp female voice in his mouth, and the resentment made him shudder.

Slap!

Haley stepped on one half of her head. Unable to look back at the lady in black behind her.

The lady is slowly retracting her right hand, and her left hand is holding a small white ball with a delicate golden pattern inscribed on it. The lady smiled slightly when he saw Haley's eyes shifting.

"This is a high-level Holy Light Bullet sold by the church. It ’s pretty powerful. It ’s very powerful for witchcraft creatures and ghost monsters. It doesn't hurt living people and general things."

"It's really powerful." Helia looked at the white ball, and now she was still worried. At that moment, a ball suddenly flew behind him and exploded. In the golden red flames of witchcraft, he thought he must be dead, but he was just shocked and flew for a distance, and he was safe and sound.

The lady is about to continue talking, and suddenly there are faint footsteps in the dense forest.

Angele also looked out of the car through the window. "People in the church?" He frowned. I didn't expect people in the church to come so fast. He had been rid of these people for a long time, and now he was caught up again.

Freila has bright eyes in his arms, and she seems to still remember the moment before, between life and death, she seemed to be frightened.

Deep in the green forest, a group of silver and white armored figures are approaching quickly. When these people saw a messy battlefield, they were also a horrified female warrior who took the lead. Icy eyes glanced around the crowd, and finally fell on Hailia.

"I've found it, send a signal!" She whispered to the deputy, and she stepped forward alone, pulling out the wide sword at the waist, and the edge of the silver blade slowly illuminated with a slight white light.

The horsewoman's pace is heavy and powerful, without any hesitation, it is still slow at first, and it gets faster and faster in the back. With both hands waving a few broad swords, he rushed towards Helia's arch.

"Heterosex !! Dead!"

The horsewoman actually rushed directly to Hailia.

Heliya didn't say a word. When he saw the face of the horsewoman, he wailed, and turned and ran. The ‘girl’ in white followed him easily, without any sign of doing anything.

"Mrs. Diana, I have a chance to see you in the future!" Helia shouted from a long distance, her figure and the horsewoman chased each other and fled, and soon fell into the dense forest.

Red Leather Guard and Rogue Corpse left. The lady in black frowned, standing still, wondering what she was thinking. Looking at the direction in which Helia left, he didn't look back for a long time.

Some surviving guards started scolding and cleaning up the bodies of their comrades. Most of their faces are numb and calm, apparently this has not happened occasionally.

Angele drilled out of the carriage of the ox cart, glanced at the lady in black, and drew a black bull's whip gently.

Promise that the guard leader following the team is returning something to the lady in black.

Angele was too lazy to say hello, hurrying to the silent sugarcane cart and running towards the forest in the other direction.

In the snoring, the gray-white ox cart bumped into the other side of the forest quickly, and gradually disappeared at the corner.

Angel rushed the ox cart, his eyes flashed a trace of blue light, and the subtle adjustment of the ox cart's route quietly circled in a circle and hurried in the direction of Helia and others.

Nobody in black is behind the convoy, and the green-eyed man who caused the dispute is nowhere to be seen.

There are lush dense forests on the front, back, left, and right, and the golden light is cut into pieces and continuously flows on the carriage, on Angele's clothes. There was a weeping cry from far above.

"Where are we going?" Freila got a little head out of the compartment. She held the saw cross sword in her arms.

"Find a place for a lifetime," Angliet replied casually.

"Ah?" Freila frowned.

Angele twisted her face back. "You still believe it. We are now wanted by the church. Seeing the knights of the church don't hurry to run and stay to find death? In short, we can't go the same way, we must find a place to hide." /

"Oh," Freila remembered that she still had the name of a wanted criminal, and her bright, big eyes suddenly dimmed. She wiped a handful of sweat on her face with her sleeve, and most of the discoloration ointment she applied was wiped away.

The birthmark on the forehead has changed from black to gray, and it will obviously disappear in a short time.

"So where do we find a temporary stay?" she asked.

Angele didn't answer, and reached forward.

Freila looked forward in the direction he was pointing.

In front of the lush forest, a white snowy mountain with gray dots stands quietly, and the top of the mountain is surrounded by a faint white mist.

The snowy mountain reflected some dazzling snow, and Freila couldn't keep her eyes open.

"So high."

Angele smiled and rubbed her head. "Go check our food and see how long you can live on it. By the way, this old cow is included."

"Oh."

Freila retracted her head and got into the compartment.

Angele also slowly closed his eyes and continued to explore the entrance of the mystery every day.

After so long research, there are many changes in the dark entrance of the micro world. The darkness of the entrance will gradually lighten with the wave curve, and then gradually recover.

Angele summarizes the laws of these changes and finds that in different periods of change, they have different degrees of interference and exclusion from the outside world.

Now he is trying to analyze the trajectory and pattern of the interference force field when the interference at the entrance is the weakest, find a cracking method from it, and deepen the mental force.

The analysis of the force field is the most difficult. Among them, there are thousands of different variation curves in a random range of one centimeter, which need to be recorded. This is a long-term cracking process. Angle calculated the current progress, only 2% progress. It is estimated that it will take a long time to really crack the force field and penetrate the entrance of the spiritual force into the micro world.

Opening your eyes slowly, it's already afternoon, the sun above your head is slightly golden red, and it illuminates obliquely from behind, pulling the shadow of the ox cart and Angele on the grass.

‘It takes 8 hours. 'Pause in progress' chip feedback sounds slowly.

Angele took a deep breath and looked around. The tall trees are tall and straight, the brownish-yellow and gray-black trunks are slightly moist, and the leaves on the tops of the branches appear dark green, and some are covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

Some thin black bulls have stopped unconsciously, their tails fluttering uneasily.

The surroundings are quiet, with no animal sounds.

Angele glanced around, rolled over and got off the ox cart, lifted the curtains and glanced into the compartment. Freila was asleep with a saw sword in her arms.

He made a circle around the carriage, and soon stopped in front of a sparse cluster of gray-black bushes. Slowly reached out and probed in, violently.

Clap.

A black-red spotted leopard was pinched by his neck.

Woo. Woo! !!

The Leopard Leopard struggling with Angler's hands and making a threatening cry. The small claws scratched on Angle's skin like a dagger, without scratches.

"The territory of the black leopard? Just follow it to find that." Angele dropped the little leopard gently and let himself fall on the thick deciduous mud ground.

The little flower leopard turned over and stood still, and immediately went behind.

Angel walked forward with the leopard leopard, and walked for about two minutes. A silver stream appeared in front of it. Opposite the stream, on the rushing water slope, there was an arched earthen gray wooden door inlaid in Black soil slope. It is like an underground entrance leading to the bottom of the slope.

The wooden door is composed of light yellow vertical stripes, closed tightly, with a stone gray border at the edges. There is a thin black torch stand on each side of the door, and the flames on the top do not know how long it has been extinguished, only two black ash.

Angele slowed down, looking down the stream from side to side, the stream flowing down from the height, winding down the whitish creek ditch, to the depth of the wood where the end could not be seen.

The stream is only two meters wide, and clusters of green aquatic plants are slightly shaken by the water.

"This is it."

Angle did not care about the little Leopard who had run without a trace, but turned around and took the ox cart over. It took more than ten minutes for the black cow to drink water by the news himself. Column returned to the compartment, closed his eyes and waited.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and there are two gray figures looming down the stream.

Both of them are embarrassed Helia, and there are several bloodstains on his face. He is carrying a thin gray man in a difficult way, and is moving forward step by step.

Behind Hailia is the pretty ‘girl’ in white clothes, who still looks coldly following Hailia, her white clothes like snow, in stark contrast to Hailia ’s dirty gray cloth clothes.

Halia looks up in front of the brook, just to see the gray-white bull carriage of Angele.

Cough.

The green net on his back will die, and he will cough up a bite of blood, and some of it will even fall on Hailia's shoulder.