Night Crow Master Chapter 22
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Chapter 22: 22
The difference between demons and ordinary beasts lies in their extraordinary power .
Just like the difference between ordinary professionals and extraordinary professionals .
However, this is not the first time that people have faced this kind of magic .
Sanger’s arm muscles were tight, and with a jerk back and a stab, the one eyed badger’s ability was exploited, and in an instant, there was an extra bloodstain on his body .
The one eyed badger’s body shrank and was ready to step back, but then a dagger came and stuck it on its neck .
“Ha
The mouth of the beast with its sharp fangs opened and bit off hope’s wrist . The snake’s tail, which swayed behind its back, opened its mouth, and its fine teeth tried to make a mark on his wrist .
However, the veteran hope grinned, let go of the dagger and leaped back .
After attacking the fallen one eyed badger, Sanger stepped forward, and his sword slashed hard . With a slight sound, the neck of the one eyed badger was chopped, and the blood gushed out with a foul smell .
After being seriously injured, the one eyed badger’s body fell to the ground, fighting and struggling in a disorderly way, and the snake’s tail was waving and biting until a gray shadow passed by, and the snake’s tail was completely cut off .
Looking at the broken tail, hope grinned and stepped forward on the badger’s head, his dirty sole in the middle of its eyeball .
“Roft! Here we are After pulling out his dagger, he gave a smile and a greeting to his good friend roft .
However, he was surprised by the answer .
“Come back!”
“Hope! Come back
The nervous look of the crowd made his hair stand up . He threw himself in the direction of the team . After rolling to the ground in confusion, he stood up .
“Why so much
Hope’s eyes widened, his right hand holding the dagger trembled slightly .
In the thick fog, one by one figures appeared slowly, and the huge one eyed and hissing snake Tails –
more than 50, no, 100 one eyed badgers had surrounded them .
It’s not just the one eyed badger, the fluttering of its wings, that gets them some attention .
On the branches around him, a red and black crow was already standing .
The scarlet eyes and feet as red as blood – blood crows, the number of more than 100 .
“How could it be?”
The faces of all were filled with despair, and even the indifferent swordsman, sandek, showed fear .
. . .
Art ran as fast as he could, and soon he was outside the forest .
The black crow, Gloria, was flying high in front of him . More than a kilometer above the ground, he could clearly see the scenery outside the forest and lead him out of the forest .
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He was able to sense the position of the crow and ran in that direction .
“Hoo Hoo -” his weak physique had already made him gasping . After the sense of crisis appeared, he kept running . The straight distance of more than three kilometers also made his physical strength hard to sustain .
He couldn’t hold on . His hands were on the tree next to him, and his spirit was infected by the vertigo caused by physical exhaustion and running hypoxia .
As he gasped, his eyes looked back subconsciously .
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, it makes him feel scared .
A piece of red filled the forest, the fog was reflected by the red background into the color of blood .
A red crow is standing on a branch, dyeing the whole forest red .
Without any hesitation, he turned his head and ran . Some cold air passed through his nose and trachea and poured into his lungs, bringing a tingling sensation .
And the only bloody crow, did not mean to attack him, just stood on the branch and looked at him from a distance .
Desperate screams were heard in the woods behind them .
Three hundred meters away, a figure appeared in the fog .
“Huhoo –”
hope, the thief with low position strength, took an opportunity to escape from the siege of the wolf mercenary regiment and the blood crow, and tried his best to escape .
Even so, his body is also with countless wounds, the blood of his face and body are dyed bright red .
One was unstable . His foot was carved on the protruding root of the tree and fell face to ground .
Running as hard as he could, his physical strength was exhausted . The fall made him unable to get up again .
The cries of despair of his companions echoed in his ears .
But there was a glimmer of hope in his heart .
The call of the one eyed badger and the wings of the blood crow were not heard .
In other words, I still hope to escape .
“Come on . . . Come on . ” Hope glared, his hand outstretched and grabbed the roots in front of him .
Purr, purr, purr——The beat of the wings sounded .
Hope raised his head and looked forward, until the bloody crow fell in front of his palm and his bloody claws fell on the root of the tree .
If the line of sight is too high, a piece of blood red spreads to the high field of vision . It is not that the eyes are dyed red with blood, but . . . A huge group of blood crows .
His lips trembled, and despair extinguished the last hope in his heart .
A bloody curtain fell from the sky .
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In the distance, a group of one eyed badgers watched from afar . Although their numbers exceeded 100, the huge number of blood crows was more than 100?
They dare not provoke .
In less than two minutes, the bloody curtain rose from the ground, leaving only a dry human skeleton wrapped in a dry cloth and two Petite crow skeletons .
A dry dagger fell by .
The blood crow killed by the struggling hope with a dagger became the food of other blood crows in an instant, with no blood left .
Although blood crows are only low-level demons, they have special power, so that they can easily take the blood of the wounded . When the number becomes large, even powerful demons dare not provoke them .
. . .
at last left the forest .
But even if he left the forest, he did not dare to stay, panting and hobbling along, as far away from the melancholy as possible .
He didn’t stop until about five kilometers away from the most peripheral part of melancholy forest and looked back . There was no demon or beast chasing him .
He lay down on the ground and gasped
when he stopped, the black crow Gloria also fell from the sky and fell beside him .
The black beak arched his cheek .
“No . . . don’t make noise . . . ” he gasped, his body was exhausted to the limit .
The black crow blinked and looked at art, who had closed his eyes . He turned his head and looked into the distance . His wings fluttered and his body flew again .
“Hoo –”
although he can vaguely sense the departure of Gloria, he has no strength to manage .
As he gasped for breath, he unconsciously began to think .
In the system bar, the “dark thoughts · dark night poetry” lights up slightly, showing the state of use, and a small symbol appears behind it .
[deep meditation]
“the jingle of coins swinging around the lion’s waist disturbed the sleep of the night . ”
“The spirit of the night plays the flute of death . ”
“Step deeper into the quagmire every day, and cut off their folly with the audacity of wisdom . ”
“Use their brains to stick and shape puppets . . . ”
“I am an incompetent blue blooded person, a person without honor . I only regard myself as king . ”
The sea of spirit, which is invaded by the darkness of night, sings .
I do not know who is singing poetry, elegant and quiet .
“Wandering in the night, the incompetent spirit,”
“born in the night, died in the night . ”
The spirit is rapidly recovering, however, the physical recovery is not affected by the dark thoughts, the body completely occupied by fatigue is still the same .
At the moment, Yat is in a strange state, just like other casters when they are exhausted, physically exhausted and spiritually active .
The main consumption is physical strength, not much mental energy .
Not long after the thought went on, he felt full of mental energy .
Then, the full spiritual power is gradually transformed into psychic power .
Not subconsciously, according to his memory, Yat began to outline the inscriptions, the runes engraved on the spiritual sea .
Sorcerers, by combining engravings to form sentences or patterns, fill them with psionic powers, and then cast their magic .
This was a brief instruction given to him by the count, as well as a list of 117 runes that wizard apprentices need to engrave in the spiritual sea .
Nine inscriptions are required for the first apprentice, 27 for the medium, and 81 for the higher .
To be a junior apprentice, he needs to succeed in imprinting the first nine in his mind .
If you want to cast a low spell, you need these nine inscriptions to form a “spell array . ” .
If expressed programmatically, the memory glyph is to remember the most basic function commands, and the spell arrangement is the combination of commands to form a command line .
Although he has a system, if he can improve himself through self-learning, he can undoubtedly save a lot of skill points .
In fact, all this is not important, the most important thing is to escape .
However, the extreme physical fatigue made him unable to move at all, so he began to outline the inscription .
In the future, you must find a spell that can restore physical strength . . . For example, master crow can learn feedback dedication in lv8 . If you want to output, you have to survive and have the opportunity to export .
At the moment, Yat thinks this is very true .
Taking a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his limbs, Yat began to sketch the inscription .
Spirit fluctuated in the sea of spirit . He left the Earl’s castle for nearly ten days . During this time, he had been groping for something, and now he had found something .
With great care, the spirit stirs up, forming a vague symbol .
It is the first inscription symbol in the list of inscriptions, which seems to be some ancient writing .
Hoo –
the pain from his body made his mental strength fluctuate, and the inscriptions carefully constructed were broken in an instant .
Then, from the sea of spirit came an unbearable pain .
In an instant, he fainted .
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