The Troubles of the Young Wizard

"I won't let anyone ruin my plan, even if this person is you, Erol, the undead who has been with me for hundreds of years!" The dark goblin who is only three feet tall wears an old, gray robe. , A dark red blood-like five-foot wand in his hand, a huge pool of turbulent blood in front of him was constantly tumbling.

No, this may no longer be described by a blood pool. It is almost a small lake. The huge magic circle is shining with coquettish blood. The waves of space begin to gradually become intense, and the faint spatial ripples are invisible from faint. , Turned into wispy ripples visible to the naked eye.

"Clan of the great master, powerful blood clan powerhouse, please let me go back, I swear by my life, as long as I stop that damned traitor, I will take the initiative to come back and dedicate everything I have to you." Erol the Undead Kneeling to the ground, raised his hands to Mrs. Night.

As the captain of the guard of Madam Mochizuki, he has his own dignity, whether he is alive or after his death, but for his beloved master, he can sacrifice his dignity, even if he kneels down in front of the enemy.

"How do I believe that everything you say is true? How do I believe that you are not acting, that the dark goblin on the opposite side is not trying to save you deliberately, but is a real rebellion?" Mrs. Night said lightly, "Yes. Know that you are all my enemies."

The undead Errol stood up slightly, and his hoarse voice said loudly and powerfully: "Everything I have is bestowed by the master. I am a person who should have died a long time ago, although I am now an undead creature."

"For the master, I can give everything, even my own life, my own soul." The undead Errol looked at Madame Night with muddy eyes and suddenly said: "For the **** devil, soul and life must be proficient at the same time. As an undead creature, even if it is only Tier 3, I can do many things, such as giving away a trace of my soul fire."

"Respected strong man, any contract at our level is not a problem for a higher-level expert. I know that signing a contract is meaningless. Then, how about giving a trace of my soul fire?" The undead Errol said in a deep voice, "Even if it is separated by a different space, even if it is sheltered by a semi-god powerhouse, as long as this trace of soul fire is in hand, you can make my soul fly away at any time."

Mrs. Night looked at him deeply, nodded slightly and said: "I ask you, what would you choose between you and your master's safety?"

"Please don't insult me, respectable strong man, you can doubt everything, but please don't doubt my loyalty. My master is above all else!" The undead Errol didn't want to give the answer directly.

"Hehe, it is true." Mrs. Night said with a cold smile: "This is the double reed of the two of you, just want to trick me to let you go. After you leave, you will exercise the space authority as soon as possible to cut this gap between the space. Cancel it, and keep it out of the worst."

"Your master is sleeping in the old castle. As long as I take you down and deprive you of your space authority, you can open the door to your different space and invade your army. At that time, your master will be in danger. Your plan is to use Your own life is traded for the safety of the owner, right?" Mrs. Night's words left the undead Errol silent for a while.

"This deal is not worthwhile, and I will not accept it." As soon as Mrs. Night's voice fell, Errol the Undead slowly stood up, shook his head vigorously, and said: "Please, be sure to let me go immediately, otherwise, not only mine Your master is at stake, and you will suffer unbearable consequences."

Mrs. Dark night put her arms around her chest, making her figure more hot and smiling. He squinted at him and said: "I'll give you one last chance. I can't bear the consequences of seeing the bottom. If I convince me, I don't mind giving it to you. a chance."

"My master is a strong demigod, and he is falling asleep at the moment. If my master wakes up, you are not opponents." The undead Errol's voice is powerful and unquestionable, and his eyes are fixed on Mrs. Night.

Mrs. Dark night pondered slightly, and nodded slightly, "Although I am the third-tier pinnacle, facing the veteran semi-god powerhouse, I am really not an opponent, not to mention that the opponent is still the first-order space controller, so I will not let you go. left."

The undead Errol shook his head and said, "That dirty dark goblin traitor dared to betray his master. There is only one reason. He has found a new master who can contend with the master and is even stronger than the master. This new master is about to come. Our space is now. Dear strong man, do you think that after the strong man has conquered our space, he finds that there are bonus items, what will he do?"

Mrs. Night's eyes narrowed slightly, and a bitter murderous intent slowly spread, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Hehe, this is a good reason, but I don't believe that a demigod-level **** demon is so easy to be caught. Summoning it, especially when it comes to a different space that cannot contain him, this kind of risk is very huge."

The strong coming to the weak space will be restricted by the space oppression space, and even severely will be squeezed out of the space, and the more the strength exceeds, the greater the restriction will be. Especially some weak and small spaces may be broken as a result. Leading to the coming of the strong are squeezed into the turbulence of space.

Unless the powerful person who comes has the means to return to the original world, the consequences of this are unimaginable.

The return is conditional, and some price is required, especially here is not the inside of the world, but the abyss battlefield, a strange place full of spatial turbulence, void, and strange space. If one is accidentally interrupted, half A strong **** is basically a death, and a Tier 5 master is also a life of nine deaths. Whether the strong **** of the main **** can survive death is two different things.

Little Weir and others have fallen here. I have to say that the seven-story holy tower is strong, and their luck is not bad, and they landed from the void in a short time. Even if the land is too small for them to land, they still give It gave them a chance to cultivate and rejuvenate.

"Respected strong man, my master loves peace. Her only wish is to return to her homeland, but the **** demons on the opposite side are not like that. They want to invade your hometown. What they bring is war, disaster, pain and panic. I swear by my soul and my loyalty to my master that everything I say is true. "Erol the undead is very helpless.

Obviously he didn't lie, why is the opposing strong person unwilling to believe it?

It is clear that both of us are likely to be victims. Why are you so confident, skeptical, and even treated us as fat sheep and refused to let go. My master just fell asleep and didn’t die, and it disturbed me. Master, you will not end well either.

It's just that the master has fallen asleep, and the method of waking the master is in his own hands. If he does not take the initiative, even if the enemy hits the door of the house, the master will not wake up. This is why he does not hesitate to go back as soon as possible.

As long as you can stop Carlton and wake up the master, it will be worthwhile to die immediately, and if the master wakes up~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the comparison of strength between yourself and the opponent will be reversed. It is not you who ask for help, but rather This Tier 3 blood family is now.

Suddenly, Mrs. Night seemed to hesitate and thought for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "I can let you go, but this space must be cut off to contribute your soul fire. At the same time, I still have to compensate. , Your invasion has brought us great losses."

Errol the undead was stunned, "this, this..."

As long as you agree, I am actually willing to compensate you, but the **** Carlton outside used the power of the blood pool to disrupt the space, and he also controlled his subordinates. He didn't leave here to suppress the bastard. Can't bring out any good things.

The reason why I took the initiative to create this gap is to catch the enemy invading the other side's world, how can I bring a lot of good things with me.

"Can you pay on credit?"

"Sorry, we are not familiar, we don't think about credit or anything."

"But, there really is nothing good about me."