Augustus Under the Horseshoe

nothing. "

"I don't know." Painhurs shrugged helplessly. "In fact, it wasn't until two weeks ago that I found out that I had an extra warlock career."

"Tsk." The drow drank the goat's milk in the skull wine bottle, licking the sweet and delicious milky white liquid on his lips with endless meaning. "Well, I can copy a few very useful magic scrolls, as long as you memorize them firmly in your mind, when you raise the level of the sorcerer, these spells will be engraved in your soul the day after tomorrow."

"So, what's the price? Drow?" The old druid watching by the side, no

Speaking quickly. "Every time you copy the scroll, you will cause a certain amount of damage to your soul. I don't believe you will be so kind."

"I must return to the legion within fifteen days. However, I was captured alive by the bear goblin for five days. Now it will take seven days to teach you magic." Heniwell said without evasiveness. "Now I am alone. To be on the safe side, I hope my dear apprentice can waste his precious three days and **** the teacher back to a safe place."

"Deal." In the battle over and over again, and almost turned over by magic, Painhes, desperately eager for power, nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"Very well, let me show you the basic method of using arcane spells first-the entire world is filled with a huge network of arcane and divine spells. It is like a huge nest dug by the Fermi ants in the ground, connecting the nests. The passages are intricate, extending in all directions, countless nodes, spaces, and densely layered. The basis of arcane magic is to sense the magic net and operate on it."

The drow's attractive red lips curled up in a beautiful arc. With elegant hands, gently lift a handful of clay from the teaching utensils. He sang softly in the noble and elegant elves language, and the powerful spiritual power slowly twisted and extended into the depths of the magic net. The first floor, the second floor, the third floor...the fifth floor! ! !

"Why do you use an arcane spell that is at least four rings or more to demonstrate magic to a new surgeon?! Damn the drow!!!" The old druid who sensed something was wrong, straightened up his tall and majestic brown in anger. The body wants to stop the other party from continuing to weave magic, but Heniwell is faster! She raised her right hand, and the old druid felt as if she was plunged into a dark water! The surroundings are so warm and familiar, so quiet and peaceful.

I, like a carefree fetus, curled tightly inside the mother’s soft and comfortable womb, the terrifying winter, the dead people, the endless foreign enemies...all the distressing things, Are moving away from themselves...

Five Rings Magic: [Mentally Handicapped]!

"What did you do!" Painhurs said in horror. The old druid was lying on the ground like a mentally retarded, curled up comfortably into a ball shape with wrinkled lips. After two blows in satisfaction, he even dripped a lot of saliva and wet the wool carpet under him!

"Quiet, my lovely student." While regaining her spell position and power, Heniwell also regained her arrogance and self-confidence belonging to a high-level warlock. She closed her purple eyes intoxicated and continued to immerse herself in the magic. In the wonderful power of the net, whispered quietly.

"It seems that I am still softened. Christian has always insisted on cutting off your limbs and raising them in a cage, slowly torturing and asking the warlock how to use arcane magic! I now think she is right!! !" Looking at the other party who wanted to perform arcane magic again, a stern look flashed through Painhurs's dark eyes. The whole person was like a pale and terrifying storm, slamming into the direction of the drow.

However, Painhurs had just run halfway, and the pattern in front of him suddenly flickered, as if someone had pierced his eyes. The narrow snow house, sheepskin carpet, and beautiful drow are instantly twisted and disappear into an endless horrible darkness!

"Calm down, calm down!" The pale white horse, who was deprived of his vision, quickly drew out the bow and arrow behind him, listening carefully to the sounds around him. The drow walked slowly on top of the wool carpet, with a pair of naked jade feet, with flowing silver hair that was as long as a waterfall and reaching the ankles, swaying slightly with the drow's light steps.

Painhurs accurately caught the slight friction sound of flesh and fur, and after estimating Herniwell's height, he loosened the flexible bowstring drawn into the full moon and let a deadly arrow shoot fiercely. Beneath her slender silver hair, a very glamorous dark face!

"Ahhhhhh, what a pity, I moved with my cat around my waist." The drow flexibly dodged the extremely precise and tricky feather arrow shooting of his students. The seductive lips once again whispered the horror curse familiar to the pale white horse. Painhurs looked for the sound to pull the compound longbow into a terrifying full moon again-but with his sight, his hearing was also ruthlessly deprived by the female warlock!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Unable to see or hear, the pale white horse's reflex nerves instantly fell into the most sensitive state of alert in history. The two hearts were also beating up and down violently inside the chest cavity, which made his blood flow rate and his limb exercise ability several times more active than usual! A horrible energy that had been silent for many years, also at this moment of life and death, slowly wriggled his terrifying body.

"You look more like a lowly warrior than a noble warlock, my lovely apprentice." After losing two consecutive second-ring magic [Blindness] and [Deafness], the drow looked at each other The alert posture with bows and arrows and hair exploded, laughed contemptuously, and ridiculed the fact that the other party could not hear any sound.

"It's a pity, your handsome face matches my appetite with a sturdy human body. It's this beast-like lower body...Ah, I really can't agree with it." Herniwell shook regretfully. He shook his head, pulled out a candle from the teaching materials, and continued to chant the obscure mysterious mantra.

Soon, in the main material world, the female warlock tore open a horrible door to purgatory. Numerous sticky, bloated brown mud, like a flood of a bursting embankment, gushed crazily from the portal, squirming and churning bubbles continuously The dirty muddy water quickly formed a hideous head that would only appear in the most terrifying nightmare of children! With two dripping mud in the mud, the unusually strong giant