Night Crow Master

In the night sky, the moonlight passed through the black veil and fell into the forest lying on the ground like a giant beast.

The two young men kept a close distance.

"Firol, I'm very curious about your necklace, why don't you lend it to me?"

The speaker is wearing a gray-black robe with blond hair and red eyes. He is only nearly 1.7 meters tall and slightly thin, which makes him look a little thin, but his somewhat immature face shows that he is only seven or eighteen. year old.

"No, no, it's impossible, the oak sage will never let the necklace leave his neck!"

The one who answered his words was a young man who was nearly his age, but he was slightly taller than him. When answering, because of his movements, the long hair around his ears flicked and pointed ears revealed from it. Indicates his race-an elf.

He was wearing an emerald-green robe, and the golden and white trim made him look like a wonderful charm, because the other person's words, he could not help holding the necklace on his neck, and said frankly.

"I think your necklace is completely useless. Ferrol." The gray-robed young man waved the short staff in his hand, and the blue gemstone on it was radiant. "I have been with you for so long. I didn't feel any power in it, it was just an ordinary accessory."

Afterwards, he stretched his hand to his neck and pulled up the silver necklace under the collar: "Look at me, my teacher fixed a spell on it, it can..."

"Well, well, Viggers, you've shown off several times." Ferrol waved his hand, looking very disgusted.

"I feel like you are jealous of me, Philol." The young man named Wiggs flicked his hair very irritably. "I'm so handsome..."

"You are really narcissistic."

"thank you!"

As the two talked while walking, Wiggs asked, "Why are you looking for the wandering trolls? Are they valuable?"

"Didn't you say that the wandering troll might have something to do with the elves?" Ferrol looked around, as if looking for something.

"Hey! Phil, why are you serious!? I'm just talking about it." Wiggs rolled his eyes. "And I mean the troll and the elves may have a common ancestor, not the hesitant troll."

"Impossible, how could such a dirty creature like a troll have the same ancestor with the elves?" Ferrol turned his head and stared at him as if he had become another person.

Noting the familiar look in Philol's eyes, he secretly said that the elf was really changeable, and Wiggs quickly raised his hands: "No, Philol, I just said it is possible, very unlikely, and you still feel hesitant. Is it possible for a troll? Why is it impossible for a troll?"

Ferrol turned his head: "It's impossible at all."

After this sentence, his tone changed again: "Wandering trolls are much cuter than trolls."

Although wandering trolls look like trolls, they are much more attractive than trolls.

"Perhaps?" Wiggs snorted, he didn't continue the topic, but at this moment, he suddenly found that Philol's movements stopped.

"What happened?" he asked, frowning.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh use use) Ferrol hushed and motioned Wiggs to be quiet.

"Let's go, let's save people!" Hearing his words, Wiggs squeezed the short-handled staff and walked straight forward, while Philol was stunned and followed.

.......

In the forest, Yate waved the black iron cane indifferently, and the dark spirit could circle the spiral and attached to it.

The sharp blade with psychic energy drew an arc in the air and penetrated the belly of a black monster that looked like a lizard and had the size of his calf.

The lizard's kiss full of fangs opened, and the long scarlet tongue full of spikes ejected and shot towards Yate.

Tuk——

As expected, Yate was slightly on one side of his body, and his long spiked tongue flicked over the side of the light black circle that emerged from his body, wiping off a small piece of the psionic ring.

At the same time that the psionic ring disappeared, Yate kept the black iron cane down, killing the monster completely.

However, at this moment, the ground a meter away to the left of Yate suddenly bulged a large piece of ground, and black lizards of the same size emerged from the ground at the same time, with a little moist on the pointed horns of their heads. Soil.

There are twenty such lizards.

But Yate didn't panic, squeezed the black iron cane, and slammed the lizard corpse hanging on them.

Ignoring that this was the corpse of his companion at all, several black lizards spit out their tongues, and their spiked tongues were about to penetrate through its corpse.

However, at this moment, the head of the dead black lizard suddenly lifted, and the lizard's kiss full of fangs opened——

"what!!!"

A sharp sound that was very different from the lizard's call sounded, and all the black lizards formed a thin layer of frost, and those who were afraid of the vertical lizard eyes showed fear.

Subconsciously, they made a retreat.

And at this time, black shadows fell from the sky.

Nine blood-red crows formed a blood curtain covering the top of a black lizard.

At the same time, the other ten pairs of red eyes in the black cast a strong desire to attack the other black lizards:

And a group of strong crows that were two times stronger than the blood crows fell down. The strong pointed claws directly grabbed the black lizard's back and pierced into it. The black and red crow's beak fell fiercely and directly pierced the black lizard. Head, piercing them into the brain which is not too big.

Yate shook his cane, the psionic energy on it had disappeared, but at the same time he lifted his right leg-the dark psychic energy appeared at the bottom of the boot.

He stepped back obliquely.

A black lizard that had just crawled out of the ground and was about to launch an attack was stomped by one foot, and the lower half of its body was squashed by one foot. The severely injured black lizard hissed and raised its head, with a long spiked tongue facing Yate's thigh. It was ejected.

however--

laugh--

The sharp blade fell, pinning the long spiked tongue into its mouth, and Art's right hand was pressed on the top of the cane and pressed down hard.

The sharp blade at the bottom directly penetrates its tongue and jaw together.

Lifting his leg, pulling up the cane, and falling down again.

The psionic boots stepped on its head, and a feeling of broken bones spread, and the black lizard's head exploded under his feet, slowly spreading from the sole of the shoe to the surrounding soil.

Yate lifted his foot and looked at the soles of his feet, indicating that the crow mage's skills were lit up, and the blood on the boots was stripped away and fell to the ground.

Then Yate turned his head indifferently and looked at the battlefield of crows and black lizards——