“faessi!”

Wang Fujian used a solemn aria to express the dragon grammar and magic syllables!

Then he instantly inserted his long sword into the ground half a foot, and at the same time he flew his ten fingers, quickly combining seven complex and strange seal gestures.

The quiet air in the forest suddenly became like late autumn falling into winter, and the majestic aura of despair fell from the sky.

The bear goblin, who was charging forward, was breathing heavily and then he heard the doomsday rebuke like the wailing souls of hell.

The light twisted like a ghost, making its eyes tingling and tears unbearable.

The power of magic dismembers the dusty memory box.

The deepest desperate memories - the scene of being beaten by a strong bear goblin when he was young and weak, and the tragic past that was suppressed by a giant dragon, was stripped away again, spreading in front of him like skin.

The bear goblin knelt on the ground, gasping more and more violently, trying to vomit all his lungs.

Its eyes' focal length overlapped, and he looked up and gradually saw Wang Fujian's appearance clearly. He suddenly let out an extremely sharp scream, like facing the most unbearable scene in his career as a goblin.

With a swish, the bear goblin rolled and crawled towards the back.

Seeing this, Wang Fujian rode his legs and rode his horse to follow him, drew out his long sword again, pretending to be chasing him.

The bear goblin, who was originally panting, had just recovered a little while, and immediately heard the whistling sound behind him, and jumped up like a sudden surprise and continued to run and gallop.

In the three or two steps of walking wildly, the bear goblin ran back to the base camp of the pursuit convoy. The guard who gritted his teeth in front of the carriage fell to the ground again. If the goblin were not greedy for life and fear of death, the battle would have ended long ago.

The bear goblin who returned to the group still looked panicked and frightened all day long, as if the earth was shattered behind him, and the invisible beasts were biting with him.

Wang Fujian raised his sword and pointed at hundreds of red-skinned goblins in the field, with a light sneering sneer on the corner of his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, the group of goblins with wide face, flat nose, sharp ears and wide mouths, and sharp and small fangs looked at the swaggering enemy, and then the commander's fear. Suddenly, the goblins screamed one after another like epidemics, and ran quickly behind the bear goblins, without even caring about picking up the stone javelins in their hands.

Until the tide of goblin disappeared into the desert, Wang Fujian followed the opportunity to urge the guards who were stunned at the scene, "Don't you run away? Hurry up and add food to the goblins?"

"Steamed? Baked salt? Braised? Stir-fried onion?"

Everyone woke up from their dreams and hurriedly removed the baffle of the car and picked out a luxurious young woman inside who was pressing against the belly of the belly. She was still holding the little girl with tears in her eyes tightly.

Wang Fujian could no longer care about so much. With a wave of the sword, he pointed it casually and continued to stare at the direction of the goblins disappearing.

and the countdown to panic surgery displayed at the bottom of the retina—

5,4,3,2,1,0.

However, the moment the spell's effect time returned to zero, knowing that the bear goblin had already escaped from the negative state, Wang Fujian still stood in place like a stone sculpture.

He looked silently into the depths of the dense forest and sighed.

On the other side of the earth's territory, it is the senior high school class. The students are lowering their heads to copy the blackboard. Wang Fujian looked at the pen in his hand. Why don't you write a supplementary version of the suicide note first?

"I didn't expect that, you guessed it." The old pastor Mike's familiar voice came from behind.

"In other words, the goblins are dead?" Wang Fujian smiled, lowered his head and wiped the sword, then stuffed it back into the scabbard.

The old pastor Mike slowly walked to Wang Fujian, and his face was full of wrinkles. His eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at the scene of the broken walls in front of him with sighs.

The guards had already carried away the bodies of their teammates when they retreated, but the blood-soaked ground still emitted blood, filling the nose.

"A good choice. If it were an ordinary person, it is likely to bet on a spell to cause minor injuries, and then use the skeleton hand to complete the tragic ending of killing one blow when the opponent is alert to the spell, and finally the tragic ending of injury but not death."

"And you actually chose and saved everyone."

The old pastor Mike was a little incredible, as if he was moved and took off the single-piece frame and wiped it.

"The three states of fear - trembling, fear, panic, progressing layer by layer. The "Terror" in a necromancer spell can defeat the will of weak living creatures and put them into a state of fear for half a minute. The bear goblin is just strong in physical strength, and weak in spiritual will!"

"A creatures in the state of fear will not only leave the source of fear as quickly as possible in the original negative tremor. This is also used by you to scare away ordinary goblins and defeat the other party's commander, which is indeed very effective for the group behind this tribal form."

The old pastor looked at Wang Fujian's gaze and looked more gentle and more as his grandchildren. "I guess it was the plan I made at the moment when I fell to the ground?"

"You do have the ability that ordinary people do not have. But if you report the news, your personality should choose a more stable way."

"It seems that your kindness is more than I imagined."

Faced with a person who dismantled his tactical plan in an instant, Wang Fujian felt the alert for the first time in his life.

He shook his head decisively.

"I don't take risks, nor do I like to bet on luck."

Wang Fujian glanced at the last carriage that had endured the hardship. Even if the steel plate was reinforced, the holes pierced by the javelin were still clearly visible.

"Even if the bear goblin is lucky and withstand the will save, he will fall into a trembling state of a full round (6 seconds). This way, I will cut another wave of saves, and at this time I can add another panic technique or choose other tactics, which is easy."

Wang Fujian subconsciously gave up the idea of ​​"making favorable" in front of the old priest.

He even suspected that he was under the oppression of the magic of knowing lies in the realm of honesty, as if any lie would be penetrated by the old man's bright eyes.

The old pastor smiled, "But it's still unsafe after all, isn't it? Your perception is not low, and you also heard the cry of the little girl in the carriage?"

Without waiting for Wang Fujian to admit it, he continued to ask—

"Then when did you realize that I was not dead? I am sure that without the blessing of the true gem, you would not be able to see my illusion. Not to mention that this critical moment cannot allow you to think."

After the convoy's escort left, Wang Fujian did not escape.

Obviously it was not a handsome man, but he already knew that the old priest was not dead. After that, he appeared behind him, there was only one possibility.

The other party quietly wiped out all the escaped goblins.

Thinking of this, Wang Fujian was so angry that he was so angry that he was just angry. "I did react after casting a spell. Please show me the feat of the next time that the person was immediately hit by a javelin and his legs could be firmly fixed on the saddle."

"Since I want to test whether I will save you with the idea of ​​your survival, why don't I fall to the ground? I may get off the horse and help you, pack it and take it away."

If this old man really fell down just now, Wang Fujian would definitely turn his head and leave without saying a word.

The old pastor smiled bitterly, "The test of human nature requires a certain margin. It is at the limit of the way you can do it, but it depends on whether you are willing to take the risk to save your life."

"Tell me? What do you want to deal with me?" Wang Fujian teased.

The priest, the number one dog-legged person of the god, is even more impossible to violate the oracle, so he does not have any expectations.

"Although you said this, Mr. Bokabu, can you first release the left hand that is inserted into your pocket and hold the lime powder bag tightly? Including the insurance of pressing back to the cuff sword on the wrist of the right hand? Don't get me wrong, I'm mainly afraid that you will hurt yourself later." The old pastor smiled warmly.

Wang Fujian let go of his hand with a hint of embarrassment and whispered, "That damn caravan doesn't know how to keep the customer confidential at all."

Although both of them knew it in their hearts, this was definitely not the case.

"Do you know what happened in the year of DR 553?" The old pastor said nothing about the stranger on Earth.

Wang Fujian shook his head decisively.

He is almost blank in the category of knowledge (history).

"In the year of DR 553, the arcane of Naserel discovered the shadow plane and developed the 'Shadow Spell' and 'Shadow Energy-Plastic Technique', and then developed the vague truth and false advancement of 'Shadow Art Mage'."

"Of course, I prefer to call it 'Shadow Mage'."

Wang Fujian was indifferent.

Two years later.

DR1358 Year of Shadow.

Shadow plane?

Shadow Master?
Chapter completed!