MTL - Lord of the Magical Beasts-Chapter 23 I lost a big pie in the sky.

After the assassin storm, in order to strengthen the alert, in addition to improving the number and frequency of patrols of the escort, Yang Ling also arranged several secret whistle. At the same time, the man was built a secret hive on the largest conifer pine in the garden, and a team of bee-eaters was placed. In this way, even if the assassin who came in can escape the patrol and the whistle, it is difficult to escape the scented bee-eater.

Since the reincarnation of the Anka family's minions, the townspeople have finally lived for a few days, and the flow of people on the streets has gradually increased. Whether on the street or in the pub, people have screamed and exposed the wicked things that the Anka family has done over the years, praising and praising Yang Ling.

Dyeing the light of Yangling, people in the government went out to do things all and were treated with courtesy. There is no need to line up for dinner, some people make way in crowded places, and sometimes there are people in the pub to treat people, and the thief Finster is broken. If there is nothing to do, it’s so generous to go out and blow Yang Ling. How powerful is the strength, and people are smashing their heads and thinking about the mixed things on Yangling House.

Looking at the barbarian on the Yangling House, and watching the arrow-like forest elves and the arrogant swordsmen, people smiled and felt unprecedented security. I believe that as long as there is Yang Ling, the Anka family will no longer dare to do anything wrong. Only Yang Ling understands that this is only a temporary calm before the storm. The slower the retaliation of Imia, the more adequate his preparation.

The Anka family's castle has a five-step whistle and is heavily guarded. Since it can't be killed in a short time, Yang Ling has to hurry to strengthen his strength.嘱咐卡西 continued to recruit powerful swordsmen or mercenaries, and arranged things to practice in the Tras Forest.

Back in the Tras Forest, Yang Ling returned to the water like a fish. Here, there is fresh air, full of green, and of course, there are countless orders of Warcraft. When you are lucky, you can also encounter a spiritual millennium tree.

I don't know why, the spirits in the Tras Forest are particularly strong. When sitting in the trees every night, Yang Ling feels agile and overwhelming. In this way, during the day, he led the Warcraft army to hunt, and at night he practiced the sorcerer, and unconsciously moved farther and farther from the edge of the forest.

On this day, after killing a few iron-backed lizards and condensing a few lychee-sized blood beads, Yang Ling squatted on the moon and jumped to the highest coniferous pine tree nearby to sit down. After swallowing blood beads, meditation on the witches, slowly running the witchcraft in the body.

With the operation of Wu Li, Yang Ling subconsciously picked up a mysterious handprint, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Slowly, the witchcraft that runs in the body is getting richer and thicker, from a looming waterline to a meandering stream, and from thousands of winding streams to a rushing River.

At the same time, the aura between heaven and earth is getting more and more, and the surrounding branches are windless. From a distance, the big tree around Yang Ling seems to be covered with a thick fog.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ling was vaguely heard a roar and screams nearby. When I opened my eyes and saw it, I saw the empty space in the nearby forest. I don’t know when a group of warriors and a fierce unicorn appeared. The two sides are killing blood.

"Goss, Frost, fast, freeze it!" A samurai with a heavy blue armor fluttered a lazy, fleeingly escaped the lightning strike of the unicorn.

After being blown out by a purple lightning bolt that appeared out of thin air, the black magician opened his mouth and spit out a blood. "Hankes, my magic is exhausted. Go, let's go, leave me alone!"

The unlucky magician’s voice just fell, and the unicorn whose head was rushed by the wind was in two, and the blood and brain were blown out. Not to mention the nearby warriors, even Yang Ling hiding in the trees can see the scalp numb.

According to the memory of the Hornbee, Yang Ling understands the horror of the unicorn in front of him. As an eighth-order advanced Warcraft, it is not only powerful, but also the magic of light is pure, and the general magician can't catch up with the horse.

"Fast, knot, raise the magic shield, fast!"

As the heavy armored sergeant screamed, the frightened warriors quickly formed a close circular defensive array, protecting the remaining pale sorcerers tightly. At the same time, as several magicians invariably rose to the right hand, a circle of khaki shields appeared in front of everyone.

Great magician, big swordsman?

Looking at the vindictiveness of the warriors on the sword, watching the thick magic shield issued by the magician, Yang Ling’s heart was shocked and almost called out. A full set of twelve great swordsmen, five great magicians, not to mention hunting, even the massacre is enough, no wonder dare to provoke a terrible unicorn.

"哋.....", under the wrath, the unicorn sometimes collided at a high speed, and sometimes issued a shocking purple lightning. Under its mad attack, the shrouds in front of the samurai were swaying and making a burst of ‘吱吱吱’.

Looking at the crazy unicorn, Hanks couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. "Brothers, a fragrant time has arrived. It is estimated that they have successfully returned to Weissen Town. We have completed the task. The hood will not last long, and everyone will share their lives and join in the town of Wissen!"

"Han....., Hanks, you take the brothers together!" An old man in a black robe slowly stood up and spit a blood and said: "If you are old, you will not use it. I can't run and run, let me say that this old bone should go to see my wife. The shield will not work anymore, you will go now, fast, I will break!"

After shouting, the old man whispered with a wand, and soon, there was a majestic magic around him.

After hearing the old man's mysterious mantra, people's faces changed greatly, especially the other big magicians, but they also understood the meaning of the old man's move, and the tears filled.

"Brothers, go, go, don't let down the goodness of Gibson's master!" Looking at the old man who had read the spell halfway, the heavy armored Hanks understood that things were irreparable, and took the lead after the tears. . Behind him, several magicians gritted their teeth and blessed the wind and accelerated the magic. Under the protection of the samurai, they kept their tears tightly. www.novelbuddy.com~ Seeing everyone rushing out of the shield, the unicorn was restless. As a senior Warcraft, it understands that the old man in the shield is brewing a horrible magic, and dare not act rashly; but seeing other people run farther and farther, they are not reconciled.

After a moment of hesitation, the unicorn roared and chased after all the speed to the distant people. However, just after a few steps, the khaki shield slammed away; followed by an earth-shattering explosion centered on the old man, raising a dust that covered the sky.

"Gibson....." Looking back at the earth-shattering big bang, Hanks led everyone to slammed down and burst into tears. After biting his teeth, the crowd rushed away with tears.

For a long time, the dust gradually dissipated, and a crater-like depression appeared in the woodland. Yang Ling carefully searched for a long time and did not see the traces of the old man. It is estimated that the soul has already disappeared. But the accident is that, under the big tree, he found a unicorn with blood stains. His eyes are faint and faint, and his breath is weak. It is estimated that he will not be able to.

Yang Ling looked carefully at the seriously injured unicorn. The unicorn also barely opened his eyes and looked at Yang Ling. The two sides watched quietly. Slowly, the unicorn's eyes shed two **** teardrops. I don't know if it was an illusion or something. Yang Ling seems to see endless grief and sorrow from his eyes, with a hint of unwillingness.

Grief, sadness, unwillingness?

Looking at the unicorn that is on the verge of death, unable to move, and then looking at its tears, Yang Ling understands that this is a high-level Warcraft with wisdom. After a moment of hesitation, bite the right index finger and gently press it on the forehead.