Lord of the Silver Crow

A tall and sturdy man with curly hair like seaweed appeared in Motok's field of vision.

The moment he saw the person, he held the pen in his other hand and immediately drew the person's figure on the paper.

......

When Yago, who had just extracted the mystery, guided the mystery into a crow phalanx he was carrying, suddenly, in his upward perspective, a gray-white silk thread appeared directly connected to his body.

This situation surprised Yago.

what happened! ?

However, without any hesitation, he immediately moved.

Behind him, the silvery fibrous straw man separated from his body under the light gray top hat.

At the moment of separation, the probability grass man's right hand slammed upwards, shaking the line of probability connected to him.

Probability storm!

The storm raged along the line of probability.

And, at the moment of making this action, there was a probability that the grass man separated and made the next action——

Probability lock!

A chain of silver light emerged, entwining the line of probability above his head.

The gray-white line of probability was instantly infested by black, and the original silk-like lines also instantly hardened.

Without hesitation, with the completion of the effect of the lock of probability, the body of the third probability grass man emerged, waving his dry claws heavily against the line of probability.

Click——

In the sound he could hear clearly, the line of probability was broken.

.......

At the same time, the blurry scene Motok saw with the help of the candle flame suddenly disappeared.

Motok woke up suddenly and pulled his palm from the flame of the candle.

However, on the somewhat dirty candle, the flame was swaying violently, and the wax droplets that hadn't melted no matter how many years burned, they continued to melt and flow...

This is a sight that Mottok has never seen before!

However, this situation is definitely not a good thing!

Motok hurriedly covered the candle with his hand, and the water flowed from his hand and rolled up, seeming to try to extinguish the flame.

But it was too late.

A violent storm was set off out of thin air, and the flame of the candle rose two or three meters high, and reached the ceiling in the storm.

At the same time, it slammed into Motok's body.

Although looking at Lingshi did not see the body of the storm, Motok could see the trajectory of the flame that the storm stirred.

He took a step back abruptly, and his body changed as if it had blended into the surrounding environment.

However, the storm that swept the flames, without any bias, raged directly in his direction.

Motok spoke quickly, and an obscure voice came from his mouth.

Almost the moment when he made a sound, a clear light and shadow like a star emerged, forming a barrier in front of him.

but!

boom! ! ! !

The raging storm and raging flames hit the wall, tearing apart the star-like barrier, but in the end, it was blocked.

He successfully blocked the attack.

However, looking at the messy room, Mottok opened his mouth wide.

Most of the items in the entire room have almost been shattered.

The floor, walls, and ceiling are all full of cracks.

And, the biggest problem.....

The dirty and old candle, at this moment, has been torn apart, the candle wax has melted, and the thing he has just painted beside it has also been broken.

Except that he was still alive, he felt no joy at all.

Do not!

at least! There is a clue!

Motok recalled the man with the Atoranian face in his mind, gritted his teeth and left the room.

......

To the east of Red Rose City, Yago stood hesitantly.

Although the line of probability was broken through the lock of probability and the line of probability was blocked, he also fought back through the storm of probability, but he still did not know who the line of probability came from.

Divination?

Divination again?

But, who is divining him?

He was incarnate as Longfellow, covering himself with the image of Longfellow.

He confirmed with Xiu Geyin that in this case, even if it is fortune-telling, it can only reach Longfellow.

Now, he, "Longfellow", is only connected to the probability line of Oster who was just killed by him——

It was formed when the mystery was extracted just now.

Is the opponent from the deceased's brigade? What means does the deceased brigade have to detect him? Or something else?

But no matter what, he couldn't stay anymore.

After fading the image of Longfellow and turning into a gatekeeper in a black robe, he directly involved Oster's "corpse" in the black robe. Feeling the continuous consumption of the pollution from the necrotic pathway, Yago immediately chose go away.

The ghost carriage and the corpse of the Extraordinary of the Dusk Church were left in place.

.......

In order to avoid the danger that may ensue, Yago kept silent for a few days and minimized his actions. While collecting materials and reloading the mystery, he appeared several times in the posture of Glory in Grey to accumulate cognition. Promote a mysterious fit.

Although the details of the image of Glory in Grey will not affect his mystery and distort his sequence shift ability, the image is not suitable enough, and the promotion of his mystery is also low.

Compared with the Scarecrow, who only took a few days, the mysterious fit of the bone picker took him a week.

However, it took him a week to complete the mysterious potion configuration that was forcibly extracted from Oster's corpse.

The method is not difficult.

Uster is a sequence 6 undead warrior. His mystery includes the sequence 9 grave guard, the sequence 8 silencer, the sequence 7 bone picker, and the sequence 6 undead warrior.

When overloading the mystery, remove the materials in the previous sequence according to the subtraction method to get the formula.

Although it cannot be said to be accurate, neither Oster nor Samuel knows the formula of Sequence 6.

The mysterious formula, controlled by the senior management of the Brigade of the Dead, will only distribute potions downwards without revealing the formula.

Yago regrets that the formula cannot be confirmed.

After all, this method is only theoretically possible to get the formula.

In essence, in the process of reloading the mystery, if something goes wrong, the mystery obtained may not be complete.

However, there is nothing he can do.

He does not intend to continue wasting time.

The three separated probabilistic grassmen stood by, allowing him to observe his own changes from four perspectives.

Grabbing the potion bottle where all the materials were ground and aggregated, Yago used the gambler's fallacy to forcibly roll out his luck, and poured the potion into his mouth.

The potion was flowing in the throat, into the throat, and rushing down.

This time, he saw a different scene.

Not from the void on the side, but from above his chest and from the gatekeeper's silver key, lines of probability stretched out and poured into his body.