Earl Dragon and Prince Witchwood

For the next time, Xia Ke didn't leave the room again, he concentrated on making his witch puppet, and even Nige was careful not to disturb him.

Xia Ke was in a very strange state when he was really in the middle of work. His hand was obviously a very ordinary carving knife, but the moment he held it in his hand, it seemed to be endowed with some kind of magical power. .

While Xia Ke was quickly carrying out the work under his hand, while chanting some spells, those emerald eyes seemed to be brighter than usual.

The carving knife left a string of obscure incantations on the mahogany, and the incantations lit up and disappeared, and finally the body of the puppet was still smooth, looking like an ordinary puppet.

But only Nige, who watched the whole process, knew that he was engraved with layers of magical characters.

When Nige was leaning on the teapot again and fell asleep, he was poked on the face, and suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. It was Xia Ke who was looking at him.

"Is it finished?" Nigg stood up with a small yawn.The dryad's recovery ability was already very fast, and Xia Ke secretly gave him two drops of blood. Now walking normally is no longer a problem, and he can even fly short distances.

Xia Ke waved back with a smile, and a puppet in black clothes and a black mask walked over.

Nigger circled around this little puppet who was as tall as himself in surprise.

"Why does he look exactly like the black-faced man who delivered the meal?" Is this why Xia Ke wants black clothes?

Xia Ke poked the puppet with one hand on his chin: "It's too late to draw a face for him, I don't know when those people will call." I don't know if they will really call.

"Why can he walk by himself without control this time?" As a little dryad who often sneaks to the human world, he has heard of magicians with magical magic and wizards with strange witchcraft. , but I just don’t know that there are still people who can turn a piece of wood into a living thing like this.

"Because the piece of wood before was too ordinary," Xia Ke sighed.

Curiously, Nige bent down and lifted the puppet's hand that was hidden under the large sleeve. Startled by the cold blade, he quickly let go and hid behind the teapot.

Withdrawing from the busy work, Xia Ke felt a burst of hunger. The food on the table was delivered at noon, and it was already freezing cold. Xia Ke stretched himself and stood up from the chair.

"Go down and see what Orr is up to." When Nige heard that Xia Ke was going to see the Great Demon King, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​following him out, and sat obediently in the fruit bowl to eat fruit.

Going down the stairs, Orr was reading a book in front of the bookshelf. Xia Ke walked over and looked at it curiously. It was an unfamiliar text.

"This is Elvish language." As if knowing what Xia Ke was thinking, Orr closed the book and took the initiative to answer the doubts in his heart.

"You actually know Elven language?" Xia Ke was surprised.

"It seems that you are ready." Orr did not continue this topic, but instead asked about Xia Ke.

Xia Ke shrugged: "I was originally arrested here, so I don't have anything to take away."

"Don't forget that little dryad." Orr raised his hand and put the book back on the shelf, earnestly reminding him.

Xia Ke: "..."

Seeing Xia Ke's indescribable expression, Orr smiled happily: "It smells very special." It is very different from the smell in the Black Tower, so he felt it from the beginning.

"Why haven't I seen that dragon until now?" This is what Xia Ke doesn't understand the most.

"He's a beast and wouldn't like living in a place like this."

Xia Ke had more and more doubts in his heart. Facing the calm Orr, just as he was about to speak again, he heard a loud bird song outside the window.

"Boom boom boom!"

What followed was a deafening bombing.

The calm expression on Orr's face disappeared, and the wheelchair slid to the window.Xia Ke also hurried over to check the situation.

The usually dark forest was illuminated brightly and dazzlingly by the magic light cluster, and the outside of the magic wall was surrounded by a group of uninvited guests. They held law enforcement sticks and stood on the back of the strange bird to launch a strong attack on the magic wall.Lightning, fireballs, storms... all kinds of magic elements are intertwined. The moment they collide with the magic wall, the energy forms a beam of light, which goes straight to the sky. Countless creatures in the forest are startled by such a terrible movement.

The black sky formed a vortex centered on the beam of light, and under constant impact, cracks appeared in the magic wall.

"Hurry up and find that little tree spirit." Orr turned around, his voice sank a bit, the black and gold wheelchair turned into a ray of light in the blink of an eye, Xia Ke looked again, and it turned into a delicate walking stick with The familiar golden lines clearly told Xia Ke: You read that right, this is an "artifact".

Al leaned on crutches and walked quickly to his room, and he couldn't see any problems with his legs from a distance.

Xia Ke subconsciously turned around and ran upstairs, with unprecedented excitement shining in his eyes.Although he went upstairs to rescue Nigg, his mind is full of Orna's magical walking stick now.

This world is really amazing!

Chilling explosions continued to be heard outside, and the black tower was vibrated and on the verge of collapsing.But at this time, Xia Ke didn't seem to feel the danger around him. His bright eyes made Nigger think that he was actually the evil dragon in disguise.

"Go!" As soon as the voice fell, the candle on the wall of the room fell to the ground due to the vibration, and the scorching wax oil spilled on the ground, as if weeping for this black tower that had stood here for thousands of years.

Nige wanted to hide subconsciously, but Xia Ke grabbed the little tree spirit, "It's too late, let's go."

Running down the stairs in a hurry, Orr just put down the wrench, and the bookshelf sank slowly.

At the same time, with a "boom", the magic wall shattered completely, and the wall turned into tiny stars, which drifted into the night sky with the increasing wind.

A fireball fell from the sky, and the ancient black tower, which had been protected for countless years, was swallowed by red flames. Standing on the back of the black harpy, Charles held a law enforcement stick, and with a happy face, he rushed in without hesitation.

When he was an apprentice, he overheard the legend of the Black Tower from his teacher.

According to legend, the black tower is guarded by evil dragons, and the mystery of time and space magic is hidden in it.

That is the rarest magic that all magicians yearn for!Although magic can temporarily prolong his life, in the end, he will still die like those ordinary people.

But mastering the profound meaning of time and space, life is in his own hands. Thinking of such a scene, Charles' shrewd eyes burst out with joy, and the raging fire spread to the surrounding forest. Just like the ambition of the head of the magic guild to occupy everything.

Leaving St. Lundu is a secret, so the people accompanying him today are all his most loyal subordinates, but there are exceptions.

When the six great magicians rushed into the black tower, Warren and Mom stood excitedly on the edge, imagining what kind of reward they would get tomorrow.

Mom looked at the seemingly inexhaustible power of the magicians, her eyes were full of envy, "I said, Brother Warren, how did you find out here?"

Many people in the guild know that the president has been looking for a black tower, but he has been looking for it for so many years to no avail. How can this kid who made a mistake and was punished and exiled be so lucky?

Warren's face was full of complacency: "It's just good luck. About a week ago, I saw that black dragon on the way home from the tavern."

It was already a very deep night, and the moon was bright and round that night. He was walking staggeringly on the road, humming an out-of-tune tune, and suddenly felt a shadow over his head, and subconsciously looked up. , just in time to see a monster with wings flying across the sky.

At that moment, most of his wine sobered up.

Is it a dragon?

The troubadours on the mainland always sing the legends of those dragon-slaying knights, but people have never seen even a real dragon.

The dragon seemed to be holding a person in its claws. Although he couldn't see clearly, Warren was already too excited.

That's a dragon!

The original intention was just to take a few more glances at this legendary powerful creature - he didn't think that he, a trainee magician with low magic talent, could defeat this beast.

But he didn't want to follow its figure and saw the black tower in the black forest.It's very strange, he also came to the deepest part of the forest with several hunters before, why didn't he find this black tower at that time?

Almost instantly, Warren remembered something that had been circulating in the union—the news that the president had been looking for a black tower!

In the flames soaring into the sky, a black bird that looked like an eagle flew out of the dilapidated black tower. Charles jumped off the bird's back with a sullen face, his face was indifferent and faintly angry.

The voices of Warren and Mom stopped talking, and they looked at their president respectfully.

"Are you sure you saw the dragon?" Charles said, without any emotion in his tone.

"My lord, I'm sure." Warren said quickly, looking at the magicians flying out of the black tower one by one, recalling the scene just now, it seemed that nothing escaped from inside.

Charles would not let anyone know his real purpose. The cowardly magician in front of him softened his legs and knelt down. Even so, his face did not show the slightest emotion.

Charles bent down, lifted Warren's chin with the cold staff in his hand, pressed close to his face, and asked word by word: "So, where is he?"

Didn't you claim he never came out, so where is he?

"My lord... I..." Warren was terrified, and his eyes were surrounded by flames, but Warren felt icy cold, as if his body was wrapped in a poisonous snake, and he couldn't move at all.

Charles sneered, and vented all his anger on the poor magician that he couldn't get what he wanted, and that he was happy in vain.

The great magician didn't need lengthy incantations to cast spells at all. He fixed his dark eyes on the poor man kneeling in front of him, and raised his hands.

Mom swears that he has never seen such a horrible scene in his life. In his mind, President Charles has always been strict and kind, but this man in front of him is like a murderous ghost.

A scream exploded in his ears, and the companion who was chatting happily with him just now turned into ashes blowing in the wind in an instant, Mom felt his legs were filled with lead, and he had nowhere to escape.

The last magician also came out of the black tower. Unlike the others who had nothing, he held a black crystal in his hand.

Charles found black crystals and felt a slight magical fluctuation, but he didn't know what it was.

Stuffing things up his sleeves and setting fire to another trembling lowly apprentice, Charles jumped aboard his mount.

Soon, the big black bird let out a long cry, spread its wings and left the burning forest, leaving only wreckage and embers on the ground.