Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol tried his best to keep his breathing rate constant, and slowly sat up expressionlessly.

"I hope that big ship hasn't been found." Sol whispered, as if trying to comfort himself.

He doesn't know the identity of the enemy, but it is likely to come from that big ship.

And that three-masted sailing ship is also likely to be a land sailing boat.

According to the diary, whether or not Saul confessed that it was Bill who killed him, they would not spare his life.

Thor waited for a while, although he couldn't see it, he was sure that the head with a rapidly extending neck was floating in front of him.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he might touch a piece of cold skin.

But Saul can't wait here forever.

He has been lying here for two hours, and he is not sure how much patience the other party has left.

Once the other party thinks that he cannot find his companion through Sol, he will probably lose patience and directly arrest him for interrogation.

And Sol, when the other party was alert, obviously had no ability to escape from the clutches.

He had to figure out a way.

You must distance yourself from the opponent, and then find a way to speed up your escape.

Time is running out for Saul.

He couldn't see the head, but the other party must have a way to see in the dark to spy on him.

Sol thought of several methods, most of which were rejected by the diary.

"I also have a spirit armor scroll. If I run away immediately after casting it, will I be able to escape?"

This time the diary finally did not make any more death notices.

"Spirit Armor can temporarily resist the opponent." Sol still maintained a squatting thinking posture on the outside, holding the backpack in his arms, but his brain was running rapidly.

"Shall we use the scroll of Spirit Armor now?" He gritted his teeth secretly, but did not act immediately.

"I know almost nothing about this enemy..." He closed his eyes, forcing himself to change his mind again, "What if I cast Soul Worm on him?"

The diary reminded Sol that, unlike scrolls that are almost instantaneous, Sol will be noticed by the enemy the moment Sol chanted the spell, and then snap off without hesitation.

"So witchcraft and similar means that have a slow activation speed will not work. So how about directly using my best skill, which can strike the undead instantly?"

This time the diary reminded Thor that striking the undead could hardly cause damage to the enemy. After all, although the enemy has a long neck, it is not a long-necked ghost.

"Although the opponent looks like a ghost, he doesn't have the weakness of a ghost."

Sol leaned back, his head lightly bumped against the dirt wall behind him, as if relaxing after tense.

Another thought flashed through his mind.

The diary remained silent.

Sol's eyes twinkled.

...

"Master Herman, that little apprentice hasn't moved yet."

While Sol was still planning how to get rid of Long Neck's surveillance, there were more than a dozen people on the ground busy.

One of them reported his observations to a third-level wizard apprentice named Herman.

Herman was wearing a silver wizard robe, shining brightly in the sun.

Although he and the people around him are third-level apprentices, everyone obviously respects him or is afraid of him.

"Are you sure he sent a distress call?"

Herman was lowering his head and fiddling with several instruments dug out from the cave.

"Yes. The method of communication is twins, but the specific content of the communication is not yet determined."

"how long it has been?"

Another apprentice took out his pocket watch and glanced, "It's almost two hours."

"It seems that his companions don't take him very seriously."

At this time, another wizard apprentice who was searching nearby came over with an ugly expression on his face.

"Master Herman, these people may be apprentices from the Wizard Tower."

As soon as the words "Wizard Tower" came out, the busy people all around stopped. They looked over quietly and asked for Herman's opinion.

Seeing the reaction of his subordinates, Herman's face flashed with anger, "Look at your looks! What's wrong with the wizard tower? If you're afraid of this, why don't you just get off the boat and go back to being ordinary people!"

Herman's scolding made everything quiet.

Suddenly, the apprentice who was in charge of reporting Sol's situation at the beginning said in surprise, "Master Herman, the boy we were monitoring has lost contact."

"Huh?" Herman raised his head upon hearing the words, and grabbed the other party's collar, "You mean an apprentice who was a second-level apprentice or even a first-level apprentice killed your eight-headed slave?"

The apprentice was being carried, trembling all over, but he could only nod honestly.

Herman let him go suddenly, with an interested smile on his face, "Interesting, then I'll meet him in person."

After finishing speaking, the silver robe on Herman's body suddenly tightened, from a baggy dress to a tights.

Even the hood of the robe fell on Hermann's head automatically.

Now he is covered in silver from head to toe, presenting a powerful body that was originally covered by a large wizard robe.

"Master Herman, what about us?"

Herman had already stood at the entrance of the cave where Saul was hiding. He raised his finger and pointed at his men, "Kill everyone who appears here. Whether it's from the wizard tower or not!"

After speaking, he jumped into the hole.

And a few minutes ago, Sol was leaning on the wall of the cave below, with one hand reaching into his backpack and pinching something under the cover of his body.

Looking at Sol's head, one could only see the thin boy curled up on the ground, holding his backpack tightly with both hands.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the depths of the tunnel, and at the same time there was a call.

"Sol? Are you here?"

The human head turned around suddenly, and he didn't notice the presence of someone approaching!

"It seems that you are in trouble, Saul." A chuckle sounded in the ear of the head.

But no matter how the head stretched its neck, it couldn't find any enemies where the sound came from.

There was a fright in the eyes of the head.

But when the human head was about to retreat, several spikes flew out from the surrounding walls, and immediately penetrated the neck connected to the back of the human head.

The human head screamed in pain, and he stretched out again, desperately biting towards the source of the sound.

He believed that even if the visitor could be invisible and hide his breath, he would still be hit by his attack.

But he only took a bite, and there was nothing on the other side.

The spikes softened immediately after penetrating the long neck of the human head, and then while the head was trying to attack the front, they wound around the neck in circles, and then pierced the sharp points into the ground fiercely.

The head of the person who wanted to launch a second attack was instantly pulled to the ground.

Attacks still come from all around rather than from the front.

Rentou suddenly realized that there was no one in front of him!

He was played!

The human head tried to stretch out again, but found itself locked on the ground by five or six tentacles.

The human head showed a ferocious smile, and with a struggle, the two tentacles were pulled up from the ground in an instant.

However, because those tentacles were wrapped around his neck more than a dozen times, he couldn't break all the tentacles that were pulling him.

But he was not afraid anymore, the enemy was the thin boy, and these tentacles on the ground couldn't bind him for a long time.

"Roar!"

Just when the human head was about to pull all the tentacles out of the ground again, he suddenly felt a hand pressed against the neck that was still bound by the tentacles.

Then, severe pain came along with the sound of chopping bones!

Taking advantage of the diversion of the head, Sol pounced on it, and then used all his strength to push himself up on the ground, trying to break free from the long neck bound by Xiaozao.

The diary had already told him that even Xiaozao couldn't hold a person's head for a few seconds.

But those few seconds are enough.

Thor raised his right hand high, holding a bone chopping knife tightly in his hand, and slashed down fiercely!