Chapter Seventy: Kill Down

  When the stealth powder on his body lost its effect, Mo Meng had already appeared outside the wolf pack's encirclement. However, this wizard's current state was quite bad; not only was his long gown tattered, but his hair was also disheveled. It was clear that the previous spell, even with the casting materials, was beyond Mo Meng's power range.

  Huh, huh...

  After rapid panting several times, Mo Meng began to grope in the direction where the scroll fell in his memory - because the spell duration had passed, he had to be more careful.

  Of course, for Skrud, who attracted the attention of the majority of the wolf pack, Momon was grateful.

  Although he would die as a result, he would absolutely make the other party a hero in front of Prince Fendel to express his gratitude for saving his life.

  What about the burden in your heart?

  For Mo Meng, such a burden does not exist at all.

  After all, his relationship with the other side is more of a competitive relationship most of the time.

  No matter when, they both want to outdo each other - although Prince Fendel is generous, resources are limited after all, and within these limited resources, they want to gain more, so they must compete with each other; the successful ones get more resources and go further; the losers stay in place until they disappear from everyone's sight.

  Nobody wants to be the latter.

  Mo Meng was no exception.

  So, for Schicklgruber's death, he felt a kind of secret joy.

  And this stealthy joy, with the appearance of that scroll in front of him, suddenly became even more perfect - the value of this scroll, no one understood it better than Mo Meng.

  A being capable of leaving a mark on the heavens is enough to make those self-proclaimed legendary wizards look sideways.

  In fact, he came this time at such great risk.

  Apart from showing off in front of Prince Fendel, this trip really needs a wizard, and the scroll in front of me is also one of the biggest temptations.

  Thinking of the scene where the wolves were rushing in a group before, Mo Meng couldn't help but get excited and his whole body trembled.

  Of course, he also didn't forget the scene of the last act ——

  "The proof of blood lineage cannot be wrong, those wolf packs were indeed bound, but that alpha wolf was not affected......" After leaving a considerable distance and confirming that the wolf pack could not catch up in a short time, MoMong stopped his footsteps, panting heavily while thinking carefully - for a shaman, after overcasting, his body had already entered a state of overload, and under such an overloaded state, to continue long-distance sprinting was obviously not a good choice.

  At least, no wizard would ever do this if possible.

  Because after exhaustion, it not only affects their success rate of casting spells, but also greatly reduces their strength for a period of time.

  And this is something that most witches cannot accept at any time.

  However, in a life-or-death crisis situation, it's an exception, and Mo Meng had already confirmed that he temporarily escaped danger.

  After all, in this rocky area, apart from those wolf packs, isn't he the only one left?

  So when three arrows shot through the air, Mo Meng was completely stunned on the spot.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  The first and second arrows were blocked by the defensive spell "Protective Arrows" that he had cast on himself, but when faced with the third arrow, the spell was clearly insufficient, and it shattered silently, allowing the arrow to pierce his chest without any hindrance.

  "Who?!"

  Mo Meng shouted like this, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, just like that, printed on his chest, making the originally bloody collar even more brilliant.

  However, Mo Mong continued to struggle to prevent himself from falling to the ground, his eyes scanning around, hoping to find the person who had ambushed him.

  However, even in the daytime, the wizard's gaze could not find the ambusher in the dense forest, which was filled with lush greenery and occasionally exposed strange rocks.

  As for the sneak attacker?

  This wizard didn't discover anything at all.

  Pfft!

  Another mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and it was clear that the wizard's action had once again pulled his wound. The biting teeth struggled to stand up, but with this mouthful of blood spurting out, they could no longer hold on.

  Plop!

  The wizard fell to the ground, but the slightly heaving back indicated that the opponent was still alive.

  The low, muffled voice of the curse rose again.

  Although he had already overused his magic, when faced with a life-or-death situation, Mo Meng would absolutely not sit back and wait for death. Even if doing so would cause his strength to decrease afterwards.

  But it's better than welcoming death, isn't it?

  However, Mo Mu clearly underestimated the power of that arrow.

  His incantation, which had been proceeding to the halfway point, could no longer continue; because a layer of intense numbness had appeared in his lungs, causing his already heavily damaged lungs to become completely paralyzed——although the numbness reduced the pain, this was absolutely not a good phenomenon.

  Because of this, his lungs were paralyzed, and not only was his spell interrupted, but he couldn't breathe either.

  Two minutes later, Mo Miao died of suffocation after enduring extreme agony.

  When a white light ball the size of an egg floated out from the opponent's corpse, Dean walked out from his hiding place.

  【XP+120】

  An experience value befitting an upper-class wizard appeared on Dean's character panel.

  According to past experience, wizards and knights are different. Upper-level wizards are above great knights, close to silver knights. Their experience value should normally exceed 200 or even 300; however, it's clear that the system calculates from when both sides formally make contact - after Mo Meng overused his magic and weakened.

  So, I was only given a large amount of experience points for reaching the peak of being a great knight.

  But Dean had no complaints about it.

  In fact, being able to gain such experience points was already a pleasant surprise for Dean at this moment; not to mention that he also had other gains - the scroll, as well as Mo Meng's spellcasting materials package and some personal items left behind after his death; the value of the former is naturally self-evident, while the latter is also objective.

  After all, it was the property of a senior wizard.

  Having transcended the poorest apprentice wizards and relatively poor wizards, upper-level wizards have truly entered the circle of wizards.

  As is well known, there isn't a single poor wizard among them.

  "Corals, Sleeping Grass, Gemstone Core..."

  Dean couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth as he glanced through the spellcasting materials left behind by Mormont, which were worth at least a thousand gold pounds. To Dean at this moment, it was like finding a windfall.

  Of course, compared with the magic ring in his hand, it was a bit inferior.

  This is a fireball ring.

  The two fine lines contained within the ruby prove that it can still cast two fireballs.

  The Lord of the Rings

  Type: Ring

  Weight: 5g

  Size: Within normal human range

  Special Effect: Fireball Technique (Remaining: 2)

  Fireball: With an incantation, a fireball filled with explosive energy is released, dealing 1d6 damage (each point of damage is equivalent to a knight's full-force strike) within a radius of 20 feet.

  A spell well-known to the general public in Plastic Energy magic, with characteristics such as scorching heat and explosions; one of the most beloved spells among refined and versatile Plastic Energy mages.

  Note: Wizards often habitually leave themselves some instant magical items; however, most of the time, it is proven that such magical items will become the spoils of war for their enemies.

  It's clear that this is different from the Fireball Ring that has already used up its magic, the Red Ring that stores multiple fireballs is a magical item that can serve as a trump card, especially when Diene's image is about to enter the Conqueror King's mausoleum. The appearance of this ring is no different from giving him an extra margin of safety.

  What about the incantation that triggers it?

  Dein, who was once proficient in using various small and medium-sized magical items, would undoubtedly not be defeated by the spell of this magic ring.

  Of course, there are also some gains that must be made ——

  The next moment, Dean's gaze turned to the corpse of the wizard, Mo Mong.

  The pulsation of 【Demon Blood Dagger】, that sulfurous breath, is once again stirring.

  However, Dean didn't immediately take out the "Devil's Blood Dagger", but instead picked up MoMeng's corpse and quickly ran towards the distance.

  At this stage, he has used the "Blood Meat Absorption" of "Devil's Blood Dagger" twice. If he performs "Blood Meat Absorption" again, he will inevitably have to make a "Devil's Will" judgment.

  Although there has been no real judgment of the "devil's will", based on past experiences and things related to the word "devil", it will absolutely not be anything good.

  So Dean thought he had to be careful.

  So after running for about twenty kilometers, Dean deliberately chose a tall tree as his landing spot.

  Then, 【Demon Blood Dagger】's twisted blade pierced into Mo Meng's corpse.

  PS: Seeking support~~~~ Rolling on the ground seeking support~~~~