Night Crow Master

[Gol Crow lv9: sub-race, the misty arakkoa who lives in the misty mountains of the Basatona Empire, and the original shaman of the Crow tribe in the misty mountains.

Extraordinary Essence·Mist of Mind lv9: Release the mist of mind, and envelop the whole body in the mist. People who enter the range of the mist will have hallucinations.

Demiblood·Mist Crow lv9: Passive: The effect of mental spells below lv9 is reduced by 40%, and the effectiveness of mental spells used is increased by 20%. Active: Change into the misty crow. After the crow is transformed, it will be immune to psychic spells below lv9, and the effect of psychic spells above lv9 will be weakened, all attributes will increase by 30%, and the effectiveness of psychic spells will be increased by 40%.

Spell Mastery Shaman lv9: Master some shaman spells below lv9.

Attributes: Strength 2.1 (4.3), Constitution: 1.3 (4.5), Agility: 1.4 (6.1), Spirit: 2.1 (8.3)]

It should be said... Is it really an alien? The physical fitness is so strong, the attributes of the shadow crow are much higher than that of himself.

Fortunately, it is in weakness.

And these abilities are very good.

The Misty Crow is very similar to the skills of the Crow Lord, although in comparison, it is just rubbish.

Shaman spells? Is this guy still a shaman? Well, not bad.

"Damn it! What did you do!?" Gore covered his head and shouted, "You..."

Yate glanced at him lightly: "It seems that I need to tell you what the master's majesty is—"

"What are you talking about!" Gore was angry on his face. If it wasn't for the imprisoned weakness, he must kill this kid now, "I..."

However, before he finished shouting this sentence, he got stuck in his throat.

At the moment when the two eyes met, he saw an extremely terrifying sight.

In the endless darkness, the black mist is constantly tumbling like ocean waves.

The trembling crows continued.

Countless huge eyes are looming behind the tossing weapon, like a **** of death looking down on the living creatures, that exudes an aura that makes him tremble.

His body trembled.

"Illusions, hallucinations?"

How could it be, how could the arakkoa be affected by hallucinations?

Gore, whose body was trembling unconsciously, tried to arouse the blood of the misty crow to free himself from the influence of this illusion...but...

"How is it possible? Why is it useless?"

The bloodline did not move, but contracted, as if it had been suppressed by the upper bloodline.

"Why is this!? Calm, calm, it's impossible..."

Gore made a retreat, while shouting from the bottom of his heart to keep himself calm.

But panic and fear still involuntarily flowed from the bottom of his heart. After the tossing black mist, the hundreds, no, thousands of giant eyes became more and more clear and real.

Especially the huge light black giant eye in the center, it became clearer and clearer!

finally……

A huge shadow, larger than the misty mountains in memory, appeared in the tossing black fog and waves. Layers of black fog made the shadow only reveal a vague outline, but the outline of the giant Among them, the eyes and the huge eyes on the forehead are clearly visible.

"What the **** are you!!!"

Gore shouted hoarsely, but the shadow in the mist did not answer him at all, but was slowly walking towards him from the black mist.

As the opponent moved, the black mist surged more violently, and the tidal wave rolled up like a tsunami.

The unstoppable fear made Gore back again and again, and after falling to the ground, he kept backing away.

He once again tried to mobilize the blood of the Mist Crow, but even the blood of the mist that could still be used in the magical cage, there was no response at this time.

Even when facing the spirit of the mist, there is no such feeling.

Spirit of the Mist?

Gore raised his head in surprise and looked at the source of his fear.

It's like...like...the master of the arakkoa blood.

He looked at the giant shadow in the mist and knelt down involuntarily——

"I... I surrender."

"is it?"

There was a sound in the dark mist.

In the next moment, the endless darkness disappeared completely, leaving only Gore still trembling.

He raised his head and looked at the tuxedo man who was standing not far away, who was teasing the shadow crow...

This familiar Arabella Empire costume is no longer a symbol of fluke for being a spellcaster.

"You, what are you?"

"Me?" Yate waved his hand, and the shadow crow flew up from his fingertips, "Att Angus Claurido, an ordinary... wizard."

Ordinary wizard?

How could it be possible that a person who was only one step away from Apocalypse could not resist himself, how could he be an ordinary wizard...

Moreover, the oppressive feeling of that bloodline is at least the same level as the Mist Spirit.

In other words, the one in front of him is at least a powerhouse above the three-mark apocalypse.

"Gol Crow, right?" He threw out a robe casually, and then said, "Tell me about you."

Gore, who had clearly realized his servant status, respectfully picked up the robe, and put this somewhat small robe on his body:

"I was originally a shaman of the Misty Arakkoa tribe in the Misty Mountains. Because I resisted the decision of the elders, I was expelled from the tribe. Then I wandered around the Basatona Empire, used mental spells to defraud money, and collected materials to try to break the apocalypse, but It went too far and was caught by the Earl of Catcia."

"Overdoing it?" Yate gave him a look with interest, "How much did he do?"

"Thirteen chambers of commerce went bankrupt, and one chamber belonged to the Earl of Catcia..."

"..." I have to say, this guy is really amazing, with a tall and magnificent appearance, is he actually a fraudster type?

Did you pick up a treasure?

but......

Although Gore looked respectful, Yate could not fully trust the other party, even if he could control the other party's life and thoughts through the contract.

"Well, you go and help Promi continue to build the summoning formation." Yate said, then closed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, Master." Arakkoa Gore stood up, placed his palm on his chest, and bowed respectfully to salute. "Excuse me, Master, forgive my humble self-esteem, can I call you Lord Ater?"

"Ok."

After seeing Yate starting to meditate, Promi who was hiding aside came out again:

"I told you, I became the master's servant before you! So you have to listen to me!"

Gore frowned slightly and looked at the faint blue crow:

"Necromancer?"

"I am the great Necromancer Promi! Master's most loyal servant!" Promi held up her head with a look of air, "Have you heard? Arakkoa, you have to listen to me!"

"I only obey Master Yate's instructions." Gore's mouth turned up, squatting down, and squinting at Promi. "What qualifications do you have to command me? Can you beat me in any way? Leadership ? Wisdom? Ability? Spells? Knowledge?"

Gore had a smile on his face and couldn't see emotions: "What can you do well? Where can I help you?"

"I, I can do it!" Promi twitched, "I don't need your help..."

"Oh? Can you really do everything?" Gore raised his right hand and waved his palm with black feathers in the air, "Are you sure!?"

"Of course I am sure!!!" Promi shouted, but then it reacted, "Don't you think I will be fooled by your words, you are immediately responsible for preparing the binding spell circle! Don't say no! "

And hearing Promi's words, the smile on Gore's face did not change at all.

He's taken the bait... He is preparing for the four-fold speech technique, seeing through the simplest first-strength general method, but he has fallen into the second stage, a bit of a brain, and he is not a fool.

Immediately, he subconsciously looked at Yate, who was supposed to be meditating with his eyes closed on the other side, but when he turned his head, his eyes met a pair of unwavering blue eyes.

In an instant, a sense of fear grew spontaneously.

Subconsciously, he took a step back.

"I was impolite, Master Yate." With his right hand crossed across his chest, Gore immediately bowed to greet him, "As a servant of Master Yate, I think it is necessary to understand the other servants of the Lord, especially wisdom. Avoid them doing stupid things and shame the owner's face."

"Who do you say will put the master to shame!" Promi's voice was angry.

"I'm talking about an idiot, and the behavior of an idiot will shame Master Yate." Gore's smile remained unchanged, and his voice was the same.

Looking at the invisible dispute between the two, Yate just said lightly: "Don't waste time."

He now needs to quickly replenish his combat power.

For the remaining 51 places, there will be another nineteen shadow crows, three smoke demon crows, three tree crows, a water elemental elf, a dark elemental elf, and a one-eyed crow.

The one-eyed crow is a powerful monster of the apocalypse level, and it is a solitary species. It is more difficult to capture, and it is not bad to be able to capture one.

There are only 23 places left.

It was originally planned to have a multi-headed bird, a skeletal eagle, a dead branch bird, a armor bird, an astral bird, a griffon, and a feathered snake, but these are not necessary, and , Because transforming crow can only be learned at lv10, so it can be postponed to after crow mage lv10, which is not a priority behavior.

In the case of the arakkoa... they are a bit special. Summoning Gore is an accident. It depends on the situation. If a random summon can summon a powerful arakkoa, it can also be captured.

In fact, he prefers to be crows with group combat capabilities, such as blood crows and shadow crows.

However...blocking the repatriation spell and disappearing the return channel of the summoned creature actually costs more materials than the permanent summoning.

Calculating the consumption of materials in his mind, Yate began to make new plans.

"With all due respect, Master Yate, this necromancer's magic circle has serious flaws. I propose to use totem. In terms of summoning, shaman totem has a good effect..."