Night Raven Master

Chapter 172 Gore Crow
【Gol Crow lv9: sub-human race, the Mist Crowman living in the Misty Mountains of the Bassatona Empire, formerly the shaman of the Crow ethnic group in the Misty Mountains.

Extraordinary Essence·Mental Fog lv9: Release the mental fog, covering the whole body in the fog, and people who enter the range of the fog will have hallucinations.

Demihuman Bloodline Mist Crow lv9: Passive: The effect of psychic spells below lv9 is reduced by 40%, and the effectiveness of psychic spells used is increased by 20%.Active: Transform into a misty giant crow. After being transformed into a crow, it is immune to psychic spells below lv9, and the effect of psychic spells above lv9 is weakened. All attributes are increased by 30%, and the effectiveness of psychic spells is increased by 40%.

Spell mastery Shaman lv9: master some shaman spells below lv9.

属性：力量2.1（4.3），体质：1.3（4.5），敏捷：1.4（6.1），精神：2.1（8.3）】

It should be said. Is it worthy of being an alien?The physical quality is so strong, it is much higher than the attributes of the shadow crow, and it is also much higher than himself.

Fortunately, in weakness.

And these abilities are very good.

The Misty Giant Crow is very similar to the Crow Lord's skills, although in comparison, it is just rubbish.

Shaman spells?Is this guy still a shaman?Well, not too bad.

"Damn! What did you do!?" Geer covered his head and shouted, "You"

Art glanced at him indifferently: "It seems that I need to tell you what the majesty of the master is—"

"What are you talking about!" Goer's face was full of anger. If it weren't for the weakness of being imprisoned, he would definitely kill this kid now, "I"

However, he didn't finish the sentence, and it got stuck in his throat.

At the moment when the eyes of the two met, he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

In the endless darkness, the black mist churned endlessly like ocean waves.

The trembling crows continued.

Countless huge eyes loomed behind the tumbling weapon, like a god of death looking down on living beings, exuding an aura that made him tremble unceasingly.

His body trembled.

"Phantom, hallucination?"

How is it possible, how could the Mist Crowman be affected by hallucinations?

Gore, whose body trembled unconsciously, tried to induce the blood of the Misty Crow to free himself from the influence of this illusion. But
"How is it possible? Why is it useless?"

The blood didn't move, but contracted instead, as if being suppressed by the upper blood.

"Why is this happening!? Calm down, calm down, it's impossible"

Gore made a backward movement, and at the same time kept shouting from the bottom of his heart to keep himself calm.

But panic and fear still involuntarily surged out from the bottom of his heart. After the churning black mist, those hundreds, no, thousands of giant eyes became more and more clear and real.

Especially the huge pale black eye in the center is getting clearer and clearer!

finally……

A huge shadow, bigger than the misty mountains in memory, appeared in the churning waves of black mist. The layers of black fog made the shadow only reveal a vague outline, but the outline of the giant Among them, the eyes and the giant eyes on the forehead are clearly visible.

"What the hell are you!!!"

Gore shouted hoarsely, but the shadow in the mist didn't have the slightest intention to answer him, it just walked towards him slowly from the black mist.

As the opponent moved, the black mist surged more violently, and the giant's advance rolled the waves like a tsunami.

The uncontrollable fear made Goer retreat again and again, and after falling to the ground, he kept retreating.

He tried again to mobilize the blood of the misty crow, but the blood of the mist, which could still be used even in the cage sealed by magic, did not respond at this time.

Even when facing the spirit of mist, he didn't feel this way.

Spirit of Mist?

Gore raised his head in shock, looking at the source of his fear.

It's like...like...the master of the arakkoa bloodline.

Looking at the giant shadow in the mist, he knelt down involuntarily——

"I surrender."

"is it?"

There was a voice in the pitch-black mist.

The next moment, the endless darkness completely disappeared, leaving only Gore who was still trembling.

He raised his head and looked at the man in tuxedo standing not far away who was teasing the shadow crow
The familiar clothing of the Arabella Empire is no longer a symbol of being a spellcaster by chance.

"You, what is it?"

"Me?" Art waved his hand, and the shadow crow flew from his fingertips, "Art Angus Cloredo, an ordinary wizard."

Ordinary wizard?

How is it possible, how can a person who is only one step away from the apocalypse without the ability to resist be an ordinary wizard
Moreover, the oppressive feeling of blood is at least the same level as the Mist Spirit's powerhouse.

In other words, the one in front of him is at least a strong man above the Three Marks Apocalypse.

"Gor Crow, right?" He threw out a robe casually, and then said, "Tell me about your business."

Already clearly aware of his status as a servant, Gore respectfully picked up the robe, and put the somewhat small robe on himself:

"I used to be the shaman of the Mist Arakkoa tribe in the Misty Mountains. I was kicked out of the tribe because I resisted the elder's decision. Then I wandered around the Basatona Empire, using psychic spells to fraudulently amass money, and collecting materials to try to break through the apocalypse, but It went too far and was caught by Earl Catesia."

"Too much?" Art looked at him with interest, "How big a deal?"

"Thirteen chambers of commerce have gone bankrupt, and one chamber of commerce belongs to Count Cartesia"

"." I have to say, this guy is really powerful, he looks like a tall man, is he actually a fraudster type?
Did you pick up a treasure?
but
Although Gore looked respectful, Yate couldn't completely trust the other party, even if he could control the other party's life and thoughts through the contract.

"Okay, you go and help Prome continue to build the summoning array." Art said, then closed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, Master." The Raven Man Gor stood up, put his palms on his chest, and bowed respectfully, "Excuse me, Master, forgive my humble self-esteem, may I call you Master Yate?"

"Ah."

After seeing Art started to meditate, Prome, who was hiding aside, came out again:

"Let me tell you, I became the master's servant before you! So you have to listen to me!"

Gore frowned slightly, looking at the dark blue crow:

"Necro?"

"I am Prome, the great necromancer! Master's most loyal servant!" Prome held his head high, with a proud expression on his face, "Did you hear that? Raven Man, you have to listen to me!"

"I only obey Master Arter's orders." Gore curled up his lips, squatted down, and squinted his eyes at Prome, "What qualifications do you have to command me? Is there anything you can do better than me? Leadership ? Wisdom? Ability? Spell? Knowledge?"

Ge Er had a smile on his face, showing no emotion: "May I ask what you can't do well? What do you need my help for?"

"I, I can do it well!" Promi's mouth twitched, "I don't need your help."

"Oh? Can you really do everything well?" Gore raised his right hand, waving his palm with black feathers in the air, "Are you sure!?"

"Of course I'm sure!!!" Prome yelled, but then it reacted, "Don't think I will be fooled by your words, you are responsible for preparing the binding magic circle immediately! Don't say no! "

And hearing Prome's words, the smile on Gore's face didn't change at all.

He's been hooked. He's prepared four levels of speech skills, seeing through the simplest first level of aggressive tactics, but he's stuck in the second level.

Immediately, he subconsciously looked at Yate who was supposed to be meditating with his eyes closed on the other side, but when he turned his head away, his eyes met a pair of unwavering blue eyes.

In an instant, a sense of fear arises spontaneously.

Subconsciously, he took a step back.

"I was rude, Lord Ater." With his right hand across his chest, Goer immediately bowed to greet him, "As Lord Ater's servant, I think it is necessary to understand the other servants of Lord Ater, especially wisdom. To prevent them from doing stupid things and embarrassing the master's face."

"Who do you think will embarrass the master!" Promi's voice was full of anger.

"I'm talking about idiots. The actions of idiots will embarrass Lord Ater." Gore's smile remained unchanged, and his voice remained the same.

Looking at the invisible dispute between the two, Yate just said lightly: "Don't waste time."

He now needs to quickly replenish his combat power.

For the remaining 51 places, there will be nineteen shadow crows, three smoke demon crows, three tree crows, one water elemental elf, one dark elemental elf, and one-eyed crow.

The one-eyed crow is a powerful monster of the apocalypse level, and it is a solitary species. It is relatively difficult to capture, and it would be good to be able to capture one.

There are only 23 places left.

It was originally planned to have a hydra, a flaming vulture, a dead branch bird, an armored bird, an astral bird, a griffin, and a feathered snake, but these are not necessary, and , because transforming crows can only be learned at lv10, so it can be postponed until after crow mage lv10, and it is not a priority behavior.

As for the arakkoa, they are a bit special. Summoning Gore is an unexpected situation. It depends on the situation. If the random summoning can summon a powerful arakkoa, they can also be captured.

In fact, he prefers to be crows with group combat capabilities, such as blood crows and shadow crows.

However, blocking the repatriation spell and making the return channel of the summoned creature disappear, actually consumes more materials than permanent summoning.

Calculating the consumption of materials in his mind, Art began to make new plans.

"With all due respect, Lord Art, this necromancer's magic circle has serious flaws. I propose to use totem technique. In terms of summoning, shaman totem technique has a good effect."

(End of this chapter)