Chapter 193: Old friends of "Frozen Heart"

For him, the current dilemma is only temporary. If the magic net can be restored, he has enough confidence to escape from here. If the magic net has not been restored, no matter where he escapes, he may not be able to get rid of this pain. Why bother to worry about it?

What happened to the Magic Net? An inexplicable sense of fear grabbed him tightly. In the countless years in the past, he had become accustomed to the Magic Net bringing him power. He had never heard of the Magic Net that would cause harm to the Magic Net Walker.

So much so that after the magic net stopped commotion, he felt that being able to listen to the sounds around him quietly was a kind of happiness.

At this moment, he heard a noisy sound from outside, and several adventurers shouted: "Dad, we caught a few people. They were rolling around in the hotel just now. Like that guy, they must be not good people either!"

Albert, known as the guy, looked slightly up and looked in the direction where the sound came, then saw two familiar shadows being pushed and twisted in from a few big and thick adventurers.

"Why are they here too?" Seeing them, Albert was stunned for a moment. Although these people were also members of Indes, they belonged to two factions and regarded each other as enemies. Before leaving the spaceship underground, he did not know that these people were also here.

These two people, one is a bearded dwarf, and the other is a Winter people with hideous horns on their heads. They have a few traces of pain left in the faces of vicissitudes. It is obvious that the impact from the magic net just now brought them great pain, and this pain remains in their minds and is difficult to waving.

If it weren't for the kind of pain that made people almost exhausted, the two of them wouldn't have been sent by two ordinary adventurers like sending prisoners. Their strength could at least be rampant in Nam Town.

Close your eyes, and your thoughts flashed like lightning and fire along the magic string, conveying the invisible message that connects Albert's soul and magic net. Gradually, a hazy light and shadow appeared in Albert's sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's wrong? What happened? Why is this happening? Help, don't!" All kinds of messages were like dialog boxes popping up by a computer with a virus, occupying the entire magic network. Albert filtered out these useless messages and struggled to extend his consciousness along the magic network.

It was like trekking in the water, and unprecedented resistance seemed to make Albert's thoughts particularly slow and tired. This unrelieved sense of fatigue filled the entire magic net, and everyone seemed to become stupid.

In this slow magic net, there is a huge force that is constantly surging. It is Indiz's power. At the bottom of the magic net, where others cannot see it, a stream of power is constantly rushing towards the magic string connected to Yao Yan, swearing to drive Yao Yan away from the magic net.

Albert couldn't see all this clearly, but someone could see it clearly.

Indiz's world is like a distinct chessboard separated by the Chu River and Han boundaries, with nodes connected by strings. The half-red and half-blue magic net is constantly sparking out at every moment.

A silver-bright magic string was connected to c4, emitting a brilliant light, and invisible forces launched an impact from the magic string in all directions. Each impact would make the magic string emit a bright silver light at the nodes of c4. The magic string was trembling violently. If you listen carefully, you could hear the magic string's moans and the sound of gritting teeth and persistence.

However, facing the impact of the entire magic net, Moxian finally couldn't hold on. Even though Moxian was extremely tough, he still couldn't fight against the owner of the magic net.

"Bang!" A crisp breaking sound rang out, and Yao Yan's magic strings finally completely cut off under the violent impact.

The magic net, which was sluggish like a traffic jam, instantly became unobstructed, and countless messages of delay began to be transmitted in the magic net.

"What happened?"

"What's going on?"

"Why is it recovered?"

"I'm not in a good situation now, so I'm asking for help urgently!"

Faced with all kinds of messages, Albert's mouth bent and a cold smile appeared. Now the hidden dangers in the magic net have been eliminated, and it is time to fight back on himself.

The magic cage may be able to block the transmission of magic power, but it is difficult to block his magic net ability. Moreover, he has always maintained a secret. Thinking of that secret, there was a hint of pride in the curve of the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't help but think that when he was a child, he was still a very young child, adopted by an old thief who cheated on the streets, and took him and other children to cheat among towns.

As they grew older, the old men began to cultivate them into a superficial thief, teaching them the thieves to learn about stealing, unlocking, traps and poisons.

Everyone with him was seriously studying everything the old man taught. Only he, even if he learned it, would pretend to not understand anything. Even if he was bullied by his companions and abused by the old thief, he gritted his teeth and held back.

Later, the old thief began to send the children to perform some dangerous tasks. Many people died on the way to perform the tasks, but he was still an insignificant liar. He had to take on everyone's housework every day, but he survived.

Thinking of this, the angle of the corner of his mouth rose a few times again, because this was not the most proud thing about him.

What he was most proud of was that one night, he mixed the poison he had secretly collected into the meal, and then deliberately angered the old thief, was beaten up and punished for starvation at night.

When he used the lock-opening technique he had learned secretly to open the lock and escaped from the dungeon, he saw a corpse all over the ground.

This is what he is most proud of.

From then on, he knew that he would never expose your trump card, because at the most dangerous time, it can save your life. Even if it is to be exposed, you must ensure that once your trump card is played, the enemy will become a corpse, and even the soul does not exist, and you will never be able to tell your secret.

So, no one knows that his ability is not actually activated through contact. Within a range of about five meters around him, he can activate magic net abilities against any target.

"Go to die." He reached out and pointed at Nester, whispering, an invisible wave shot out from his hand. The pale, death-filled wave silently penetrated the magic cage and covered Nester's back. However, before the power reached Nester's body, it suddenly deviated from the direction and turned to a tiny totem inserted at Nester's feet.

"Bang!" The totem cracked, and the stupid bald man immediately became alert, but his bulky figure instantly became as clever as a cat, jumped away and hid aside.

"Sure enough... your ability is more than that." A ferocious fur face stretched out from behind the magic cage and looked at him from a high point. It was Slut, and the strange holy marks on his eyebrows were shining with light.

Slut reached out and walked through the mana cage, grabbed Albert's arm, and then a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not to mention being imprisoned by the magic cage, even if the whole body is in it, Albert doesn't want to fight against the Taurus in terms of strength. He is not a warrior, he is essentially a thief...

Listening to the sound of bones shattering on his hands, Albert suddenly felt that he was too proud...

"Yao Yan keeps you useful, but before that, Yao Yan asked me to greet you." He pinched Albert's hand and let go, then grabbed his forearm, "I think you will need treatment later. Fortunately, I am a shaman. You know, we shamans are very good at healing. I will let you recover as before and continue to feel the feeling of your arms being crushed...Nest, sorry, I did it for you."

"By the way..." Looking at Albert's face full of pain, Slut showed a more cruel smile, "You'd better not scream. I like to hear other people's screams the most. If I hear someone's screams, I can't help but cut off his tongue..."

Albert had told this level of threat to many people, but at this moment, Albert could only smile bitterly.

"Fortunately, I wasn't so unlucky myself. That dead short man and bastard Winter must be in trouble now." Albert thought so before fainting from the pain.

The escorted dwarves and the Winter people did not resist. Apart from occasionally smiling bitterly, the two of them showed unexpected calmness.

Verak came out with a stack of paper. Now the "President comics series" are very popular. Verak, the dwarf of "Propaganda Minister", often comes back and prints, and then lets adventurers take them to sell them to various towns. This is also a major income generation for the Thunder Killing Guild.

When he walked by the two people, because the other party was also a dwarf in the wilderness of Liyuan, Verakdo took a look and could no longer walk. He threw away the paper in his hand and shouted: "Uncle Muent?"

The old dwarves have thick and hard blue hair mixed with white hair. There are not many dwarves with blue hair. The dwarves often use hair colors to distinguish clans. If hair of the same color is the same, it is likely that they have the same bloodline.

Hearing Verak's call, the dwarf was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered his head and said, "You admit your mistake."

"Even if you shave your beard, I will recognize you! Muladin is on!" Verak was relentless and hugged the dwarf's shoulders. Compared with the strong Verak, the old dwarf's body can be said to be as thin as a timber, with almost no flesh and blood on his shoulders, and hard bones were all used. Verak's eyes were wet, and he shouted: "Uncle Muente, Aunt Shanni has been talking about you for more than fifty years, why would you not go? Uncle, you don't know me anymore. I am Little Verak who lives in the cave next door!"

With a bitter smile, the old dwarf gently placed his thin big hand on Verac's head and said, "Valak, you only reached my chin at that time, and now you are so high."

"Uncle, I already have seven children. Do you still remember Mira? She is my wife!" Verak shouted. Muente was about to say something, but he raised his head, but was stunned.

Dad stood at the door of the studio in the backyard and looked at this side blankly. Then Dad frowned and thought, obviously looking for where he had seen this person in his memory.
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