Lord of the Silver Crow

However, for Yago, it was different.

He didn't know what the so-called wolf disaster was, and he didn't know what kind of person that Earl Durard was.

However, he is no stranger to various other nouns that appeared in the conversation between the few people.

Dirod, Reform Knight, Professional, Wizard, Church of Holy Light.

What kind of disaster happened to Di Lude, he knows about it, and has learned about it several times.

Even the family crest of Viscount Diroud's family is ashes.

but

Wolf disaster?

Yago frowned slightly.

However, just when he was going to continue listening to see if he could get relevant information from the conversations of those mercenaries, the few of them switched to other topics——

The topic about where and where the Liu Ying is better and more refreshing, and about which woman is more useful when the robbers robbed and killed the caravan.

Yago is not interested in these topics.

Just when Yago was thinking about whether and how much memory can be obtained by killing people in this kind of time fragments and imitating and reproducing the ability of the tombkeeper through the ability of the Shadow Mage, he suddenly felt a sight .

A line of sight from the shadow.

In other words, the line of sight from the time level.

Almost instantly, Yago suddenly turned his gaze to the direction that touched his perception.

A rather haggard looking man in a tattered black robe was staring at him with a pair of eyes without highlights.

Even if Yago turned his gaze to meet him, the other party did not make any movement.

He can clearly feel that the opponent's strength is very weak, and from his perspective, he can also clearly see that the overlapping shadows on the opponent's body are quite weak.

But the other party still looked like he didn't make any movements. If it wasn't for Yago who could clearly realize that the other party was looking at him, he would even regard him as a statue, a dead person.

After a brief hesitation, Yago walked towards the other party.

His gradual approach did not change this person.

But Yago was able to gradually see the dead silence and despair that were almost overflowing in the other party's pair of pupils without highlights.

Finally, Yago came to the other party and stood in front of the other party:

you--

Just as Yago wanted to ask something, the man muttered to himself:

Fake, fake, fake. It's not my power. Neither is yours

Although Yago heard these words, he couldn't understand them for a while.

What fake, what power?

But just as he was trying to understand, the man whose eyes had disappeared suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yago's neck:

give me back!

The opponent's sudden attack caused Yago to react subconsciously. The shadow gathered in his hands and slashed across the opponent's arm grabbing him like sharp claws.

torn.

As the shadow corresponding to the opponent's arm in his perspective was cut off, a crack appeared in the man's outstretched hands in an instant, and then broke and fell to the ground.

And because of the judgment of being attacked, after subconsciously blocking the defense, Yago took a counterattack action——

One after another, feather-like shadows shot towards the vital parts of the opponent's chest and abdomen.

It was the shadow torn from his body, and turned into a magic mark under the ability of the magician.

If hit, these anchor points shaped in the shape of feathers can create a connection on the opponent's body, and under the ability of the puppeteer, the opponent becomes a puppet manipulated by him.

However, to Yago's expectation, the opponent did not resist, nor did he even have the consciousness of resisting.

Yago's magic marks, or anchor points, formed into feathers easily pierced into the opponent's body.

And, what surprised Yago even more is that his mark was embedded in it quite easily, like a container that has been repeatedly adjusted to achieve a high degree of matching.

The emergence of this situation made Yago feel a little stunned.

However, when he did all this, the man in front of him had a strange smile on his face:

My power is back, my power is back.

This kind of smile surprised Yago, thinking that he had fallen into some kind of trap, however.

Yago's vigilance has never ushered in the expected or unexpected crisis.

Very peaceful.

After the man smiled weirdly, he didn't show any other abnormalities.

However, out of vigilance, Yago chose to evacuate immediately.

After a long time without the expected pursuit, in a strange calm, with the idea of ​​finding out the situation, Yago returned to the original place again.

The man was still standing where he was, with the same posture and the same weird smile.

The man who had been pierced into his body by his feather and stood still under the manipulation of don't move to contain his actions, hadn't changed from before.

Such a situation made Yago unavoidably a little puzzled.

Did I...do something wrong?

Returning to the man's side, Yago observed carefully, and after confirming that the man had not changed in any way, he became more and more sure of the reason for the situation just now——

He thought too much, it was not a trap.

This man is indeed not strong.

So, what did the other party say just now?

Recalling what he felt just now, the height of the opponent's body matched his strength, or the height of time power and shadow power, Yago pondered.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

The power of the professional comes from the residue of the god.

Is it possible?

Tentatively, Yago used the shadow mage's ability to imitate the power of the gravekeeper, the headless horseman, and the spirit man, trying to get some information from the opponent's brain and memory.

but

Failed.

This result made Yago feel a little disappointed.

Although I have known it for a long time, but.

His gaze was fixed on the man in front of him.

Those wizards I met before seemed to be able to determine through some means that the environment they were in was not real.

This man must be in a similar situation, right?

Other powers may not be able to, but if it is the power of the dream pathway and the power of time, logically speaking, it seems to be the most likely.

However, Yago glanced at his palm again.

Why can't the shadow mage imitate the ability of the necromancer path, but can't get the memory?

Obviously not because of alive.

Whether it is a dead person has long been excluded by him as the reason for whether the memory can be detected.