MTL - The Wizard World-~ Chapter 530 history 1

530 history 1

However, whether Vivi is really still pure, as an son, Anglia does not want to go deeper.

The figure appears in the flame at the entrance below the stone pillar. Angley sorted out the robes on his body and walked down the spiral stone ladder.

Below is a stone ladder that leads to the basement of the stone pillar. Turin and Brigitte also quickly descended from the second floor and followed Ang.

"how is the situation?"

"The man is a son of His Royal Highness, his limbs have been cut off, his eyes and tongue and ears are completely abolished. Now it is only the survival of the former witch who still maintains life." Turin simply replied, "You What are you going to do?"

Anglerton was a bit stunned by what he heard.

"His Dragon is really able to see me. Since he gave me such a big face." He did not finish, went straight to the end of the stone ladder. Standing in front of an open elm door.

The basement in the door was a little dark, and there was a torch on the black stone wall, which emitted a bright yellow light.

In the basement is a glass jar surrounded by a person, in a cylindrical shape. There is a stick creature that has been cut off from the limbs. Only the head is exposed outside the water, and the hard mouth is breathing.

In addition, in the innermost corner of the basement, a few young white women were still shrinking, and they looked very weak and weak.

Angrid pulled the neckline and strode in, standing in front of the glass jar and carefully looking at the creature inside.

The people inside have no hair, eyebrows and other hairs. The whole person is like a big one and a small group of meat, and the skin is grayish white. In the face of Angile's approach, this group of meat did not react, still breathing in the mouth.

"He is the principal offender, defrauding Weiwei, who is trusted by Elder Weiwei, with false image information." Turin explained behind him.

Angley's red eyes stared quietly at the Victoria in the jar. For a long time, he whispered.

"Since the demon dragon has already punished me, to this extent, this person is estimated to be crazy." He shook his head and turned to the corner.

"These are the accomplices of Weifei." Turin quickly introduced. "The temple is sent to you for disposal."

Anglia did not speak, and a few dark red hairs flew out of his body, accurately piercing the forehead of these people. Only one person was left alone.

The group suddenly froze, their eyes earned big, and their eyes became dull.

A group of light blue spirits were pulled out by the hair, and the absorption of the straw was as good as a straw.

After solving these people, Angley swept the sticks in the glass jar. "The last one, eat the things in the jar."

He looked at the girl in the white dress who left alone.

This girl seems to be a little scared, or is it a mental problem. She stared at Angri, with her eyes wide open, and looked at the stick in the glass jar.

"You. Will you let me go?" She asked intermittently, hoarse.

"If you don't have one left," Angley showed a cruel smile. Reaching out to the stick, a green light slowly landed on the stick. "Go, no one can leave here until he is eaten by you."

The girl in the white dress looked at the stick in the glass jar. The basement suddenly fell into a silence.

Turin and Brigitte also frowned, but this is Angley's order, they can not violate.

The girl sluggish for a while, finally slowly straightened up and staggered toward the glass jar.

Angley's face smiled even more. Reaching out to the girl, a black smoke suddenly entered the girl's ears. "I give you sharp teeth and sharp nails. Remember, don't waste." He turned and strode out of the basement.

Turin and Brigitte also followed and turned to follow him. The last thing they heard was the crazy bite and chewing sound that came out of the basement, as the beast was rushing.

I didn't wait for the three people to go far, just stood at the exit of Shizhu, and there was a muffled sound in the basement. As if something exploded.

"Pui Ji people go to clean up the basement and make sure there is no live mouth." Angley stopped his footsteps. "Turin, then I am going to leave the middle to avoid the chaotic section. What are your plans?"

Turin returned to God and did not answer immediately, but waited until Brigitte left to slowly open his mouth.

"Now the situation, I am no longer the original wanted criminal in the mainland. I originally followed the adults in order to live a calm and peaceful life. Where are the adults, where do I go." He thought about it and whispered.

"If I let you stay with Wei Wei, are you willing?" Angley suddenly asked.

There is a hesitant color on the face of Turin: "I am sorry that adults, you know what I used to be, I am sorry for joining the hands of Yuanneng."

Angliel nodded in understanding. He knew very well that Turin had a shadow of joining the wizarding organization because of the accidental killing of his family commander. This kind of shadow would not be lifted for a while. Perhaps now it seems that he has been a lot more normal because of the battle with Bedoria, but in fact he still has crazy and negative emotions in his heart.

"You don't have to join the hands of Yuanneng, just keep staying with Weiwei to protect her."

"This is no problem. But before leaving Central, adults, I want to solve one thing alone, I don't know if you can allow it?" Turin continued.

"Within a month." Angrid added, "Need help but sent a letter back."

"Xie Daren." Turin stepped back a few steps, turned and walked out of the stone pillar door, striding forward in the distance to the grassland, and soon his body gradually became blurred, disappearing into the grassland.

Anglia tightened his tight robe and walked out of the stone pillar.

The outside was cold and clear, and I could hardly see a few figures. I could hear the harp sound in Shilin. It’s like a woman’s crying.

Brigitte walked out of a stone pillar on the left with a few maids and walked over here. Standing on the side of Angley, when the maid entered the stone pillar and went to the basement, Brigitte whispered.

"What are you going to do with me? Give a letter?" She stared at Angri. "Now I can't go back to the Black Witch Tower, and the Alliance will not let me out of this rare source of intelligence. Apart from following you, I will only have the seclusion path to go."

"Will you go to seclusion?" Angley looked at her with a smile. The afterglow of the line of sight was inadvertently swept not far away. A stone robe walked out of several white robe wizards. Two of the wizards were saying goodbye to each other. The two hugged and whispered something.

Looking at this familiar scene, I don't know how, Angley suddenly had a faint feeling. I don't know how. He wanted to sigh a little, and even the question of Brigitish seemed to be a little fuzzy.

He recalled when he first left his father, went to college, or left the West Coast to board a hot air balloon. There was a hint of loneliness in the chest.

Look at the Brigitte who is waiting for him to answer. This white woman has a shawl black hair, her face is cold and pure, her skin is fair and delicate, and her face is still with a trace of decisiveness and heroism. If you don't speak, it is estimated that anyone will regard it as a rare beauty. This temperament contains a strong self-confidence. Angrid only saw it from the female knights who exercised swordsmanship.

And the wizard himself only saw it from Brigitte.

The close-fitting white armor perfectly highlights the beautiful figure of the Maggie. It is not superfluous.

"I can't see it, you have a good temperament." Angrid said with a smile. "You should be glad that I am not a wizard who is addicted to **, otherwise your end will be much worse than now."

"I think you are worse than the wizard." Brigitte replied coldly. "Say, let me go! Staying with you is a torment for me every day!"

"You are armed with the concept of taking off, I can leave you at any time." Angrid simply replied.

"Do you think it is possible?" Brigitte's face showed a sarcasm. "The concept of arming is not what you want to wear, it can't be taken off if I want to take it off. Even if you kill me, this armor will only It disappears automatically and does not remain."

Angrid stopped talking, just smiled.

The two wizards not far away, one of them flew up and flew directly to the distant grassland, and soon disappeared on the horizon.

"How long have you lived Brigitte?" he asked suddenly and abruptly.

"You don't know if asking the lady's age is the biggest rude behavior?"

"Oh, at the age of 131, it’s really young." Angrid took back his spirit.

"You guy!! And peek at my memory!!" Brigitte's face turned red.

"So, let me see how long you can live? According to normal." Anglia's eyes glowed with a blue light, scanning the caterpillar from head to toe. "Your body is very energetic, the specific life expectancy, normal calculations, can live for about five hundred years. Well, what do you want to do, I have something to do, have to leave alone for a while."

After self-satisfaction, Anglis ignored the Brigitte, who had already turned red and was going to worry, and went straight to the center of Shilin.

"Bastard!!" Brigitte yelled at the back.

In the center of Shilin, one of the most sturdy cylindrical pillars is quietly inserted into the sky, which is half as high as other pillars.

Anglia scanned the life of Brigitte.

The four-level dawn wizard, the specific life span varies from person to person, the maintenance can live for seven or eight hundred years, the poor maintenance of at most four or five hundred years. The above level of the wizard Angley is not clear, but

His own, now at the eight levels, life is very clear.

Eight-level creatures can survive for about 100,000 years. They are a little more special and can survive for five or six hundred thousand years. The longest is even the most ancient existence of millions of years in the eyes.

The only way to improve life expectancy is to increase the level of ontology. Other methods are effective, but at best they can be extended for decades. The qualification of the soul cannot be improved, and how the body will be upgraded will also decay.

The most worrying thing for Angrid is that Vivi has lived for hundreds of years. How long does she have to live? (To be continued.