The Rebirth Magister of Online Games

Lin Mo fell into silence when he saw Abil's smile. After a while, Lin Mo nodded. Lin Mo said: "I understand."

At this time, the desolate look on Abil's smile had disappeared, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes. Abir shook his head and said, "No, you don't understand. At least not now."

Then Abil's eyes began to wander. He first glanced at the mansion of the Orc Prophet, and then his eyes swept around Tianshuang City. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the sky and said: "Although there is a lot of snow here, it has become a bit more desolate. This is damn dark and turbulent."

His voice was not high-pitched, but every byte was transmitted to Lin Mo's ears very clearly. Lin Mo nodded: "I don't like this dark turmoil either..."

"Let's not talk about this first." Abil shook his head and said, "Let's rush to the Lunar Eclipse Palace first and improve your strength to the sage level first." His eyes became far-reaching: "This turmoil The scale and intensity will increase over time."

Lin Mo didn't say anything, but secretly said in his heart: "It's the same as what I thought."

Abil stretched out his tender palm and held a piece of light blue snowflake. Then at this time, he sighed slightly: "It was this heavy snow that caused the changes in the World of Warcraft Gate. But now all the masters have been summoned to the hidden time and space, otherwise the initiators of the dark turmoil would not be there." It would be so unscrupulous.”

Lin Mo's heart moved slightly: "Is the master you are talking about a higher level than the sage?"

Abil said: "No one has told you these secrets... You are right, it is indeed the case." After saying this, Abil smiled slightly and continued: "You will know these things in the future, Let’s get that piece of equipment first.”

Lin Mo nodded. This time, Abeer did not hold Lin Mo's clothes anymore, but walked in front to lead Lin Mo the way.

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At this time, the prophet stared at the location of Lin Mo and Abil with a deep and distant gaze. Then it was at this time that he stretched out his hand towards the void. Then a container containing wine appeared in the palm of the prophet's hand.

Although the prophet is very old, his outstretched palm at this time is still as smooth as marble. The orc prophet retracted his outstretched arm, then he opened the cap of the glass container and took a slow sip of the wine.

The helmet standing aside sniffed at this time, and then he swallowed unconsciously. There was no other reason, it was because the wine in the hands of the orc prophet was too mellow. And the helmet happens to be that of a guy who likes to drink.

The Orc Prophet took another sip of the wine. Then at this moment his eyes fell on the helmet. So at this moment, the orc prophet smiled slightly and said, "Want to have a drink?"

The helmet nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at rice. Then the helmet saw the prophet take out an amber cup from the void, and the cup was polished and rounded, like a precious work of art.

Then the orc prophet tilted his wine container slightly and poured out a glass of clear wine. Then the prophet released the amber wine glass in his hand, and the amber wine glass stayed in the void.

The amber wine glass stood very stable in the air without any liquid spilling. The orc prophet waved his hand, and the wine glass came to the front of the helmet, without even a drop of wine spilling to the ground.

The helmet thus received an amber goblet filled with wine. Helmet was a little reserved, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, so he held the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

Helmet's eyes narrowed slightly, looking like he was enjoying himself very much. Then he looked longingly at the wine container in the hands of the orc prophet. The orc prophet said: "No, I have to drink the rest myself. But..."

"But what?" Helmet said in a low tone. He rubbed the round amber wine glass in his hand, and then stared closely at the wine glass in his hand, as if he could refill the wine glass just by looking at it eagerly.

The orc prophet smiled slightly and said: "When you reach the sage level of combat power, I will give you ten bottles of this kind of wine."

Hearing this sentence, Helmet suddenly raised his head: "Seriously?" His eyes were burning with blazing flames, and then he licked his dry lips.

"Of course I take it seriously." The orc prophet said with a slight smile. Then at this moment, a sharp snowflake flew over from an unknown location. This piece of black snowflake was like an arrow, flying towards the prophet's position.

At this time, the prophet seemed to be unaware. He just raised his arm and took a sip of the mellow wine in the container.

At this time, the helmet finally discovered something was wrong. He glanced at the position where the black snowflakes were flying and his pupils dilated instantly. He shouted: "Look out!"

The orc prophet naturally put down the container in his hand. Then he raised his head slightly and glanced at the flying black snowflakes. At this time, an invisible stormy wave surged towards the position of the black snowflakes.

Then the invisible stormy waves hit the black snowflakes and shattered them. Then at this time, the orc prophet shouted very seriously: "Open!"

So at this time, the black waves were contaminated by black snowflakes, and exploded at this time. The prophet's eyes stared into the distance, and then he said: "You should understand that your pollution has a very small effect on existences of our level."

His words did not receive any response, but at this time the prophet took another sip of wine. Helmet also nodded slightly at this time. He knew that if the orc prophet acted like this, it meant that everything was fine. The evil existence that was watching here has receded like the tide.

After putting down the helmet, he just heard the orc prophet sigh faintly at this time: "Grow up quickly... Our old bones can't last much longer." His voice was scattered in the wind.

Although Helmet completely understood the words of the orc prophet, there was still a trace of doubt in his heart...

At this time, Lin Mo was fighting a ferocious tiger monster. Although it is said to be a monster, there are already faint black flames around its body, which is a sign of becoming a monster.