After the assassin storm, in order to strengthen the alert, in addition to increasing the number of patrols and the number of escorts, Yang Ling also arranged several secret whistles. At the same time, he ordered a secret hive to be built in the largest conifer tree in the garden, and a troop of horned bees were placed there. In this way, even if the intruding assassins can evade patrols and whistles, they will not be able to evade the sensitive smell of horned bees.
Since the henchmen of the Anka family have retreated to the castle, the people of the town have finally lived a few good days, and the people in the streets have gradually increased. Whether in the street or in the tavern, people have lambasted and exposed the immorality of the Anka family over the years, and praised and praised the great popular Yang Ling.
With the light of Yangling, the people of the house went out to do business all received the courtesy of the people. There is no need to queue up for dinner, crowded places have people to give way, sometimes, the tavern is treated, the thief Fenrister happy. There is nothing to go out to blow Yangling is how generous, strength is how strong, make people break the head also thought of Yangling house.
Looking at the barbarians in Yangling's house, the forest elves who carried arrows like gods and the swordsmen who fought with high spirits, people smiled and turned away, feeling safer than ever. Believe that as long as there is Yangling in, Anka family will no longer dare to misbehave. Only Yang Ling understood that this was just a temporary calm before the storm, and the slower Imia's retaliation, the more prepared he was.
Anka family castle five steps a sentinel, heavily guarded, since a short time can not kill in, Yang Ling had to seize the time to strengthen their strength. Asked Cassie to continue to recruit a strong swordsman or mercenary, put things in order to go alone to the forest of Trass cultivation.
Back in the forest of Tlass, Yang Ling returned to the water like a fish. Here, there is fresh air, there are everywhere green, of course, there are countless levels of warcraft. When you are lucky, you can also meet a spiritual thousand-year old tree.
I do not know why, Tlas forest in particular strong aura, sitting on the tree every night when the cultivation, Yang Ling feel aura overwhelming, magic progress fast. In this way, he led the army of Warcraft to hunt during the day, and practiced witchcraft at night, unconsciously moving farther and farther from the edge of the forest.
One day, after accidentally killing a few iron-backed lizards and congealing a few litchee-sized blood beads, Yang Ling took advantage of the moonlight to jump into the tallest conifer pine tree nearby and sit cross-legged. Swallow the blood beads and recite the sorcery formula, slowly running the sorcery power in the body.
With the operation of witchcraft, Yang Ling subconsciously pinched a mysterious handprint, the speed is getting faster and faster. Slowly, the force moving through the body grew thicker and thicker, from a thin line of water to a meandering stream, and from thousands of meandering streams to a flowing river.
At the same time, the aura between heaven and earth is gathering more and more, and the surrounding branches are automatically wind-free. From a distance, the tree where Yang Ling is located seems to be enveloped in a thick fog.
I do not know how long it took, Yang Ling vaguely heard a roar and screams nearby. I opened my eyes and saw that in the open space of the nearby forest, I do not know when a group of fierce warriors and a furious unicorn appeared, and both sides were killing rivers of blood.
"Goss, frost, quick, freeze it!" A samurai in a sea blue armor bellows while rolling around a lazy donkey, narrowly avoiding the lightning collision of a unicorn.
After being violently struck out of thin air by a purple lightning bolt, the charred magician opened his mouth and exhaled blood, "Hanks, my magic is exhausted." Go, go, leave me alone!"
No sooner had the hapless magician finished speaking than the unicorn's head was stomped in half by the wind, and blood and brains gushed out. Let alone the nearby warriors, even Yangling hiding in the tree to see the scalp tingling.
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According to the memory of hornbee beast, Yang Ling understands the strength of the unicorn in front of him. As the eighth level of advanced warcraft, it is not only powerful, light magic is pure, the general magician can not catch up.
"Quick, rally, raise the Magic shield, quick!"
With a loud roar, the frightened warriors quickly formed a tight circular defense, tightly protecting the few remaining white-faced magicians. At the same time, with the right hand of several magicians, there appeared a circle of earthy yellow shields in front of them.
Great wizard, great swordsman?
Looking at the warriors on the sword out of the gas, looking at the magician issued a thick magic shield, Yang Ling heart a shock, almost cried out. Twelve great swordsmen, five great magicians, not to mention hunting, even slaughtering the city is enough, no wonder dare to provoke the terrible unicorn.
"U..." In anger, the unicorn sometimes crashed at high speed, and sometimes issued a shocking purple lightning. Under its frenzied attack, the guards in front of the samurai shook and fell, making a "creaking" sound.
Looking at the crazy unicorn dress, Hanks could not help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, "Brothers, a pillar of incense time has arrived, it is estimated that Miss they have successfully returned to the town of Wesson, we have completed the task." The shield won't hold much longer, everyone will split up and meet us in Wesson!"
"Han... Hanks, you take the boys with you!" An old man in a black robe slowly stood up, spat a mouthful of blood and said: "People are useless when they are old, they can't even run, and besides, my old bone should go to see my wife." The shield is going down, you have to go now, quick, I will stop!"
With a shout, the old man took his wand in his hand and whispered, and soon a great power gathered around him.
After hearing the old man's mysterious spell, people's faces changed, especially the other several great magicians, but also understand the meaning of the old man's move, tears filled their eyes.
"Brothers, go, go, do not betray Master Gibson's kindness!" Looking at the old man who was halfway through the spell, Hanks, the heavily armored warrior, knew that things could not be undone, bowed tearfully and ran away first. Behind them, several magicians clenched their teeth to give themselves and all the wind accelerated magic, under the protection of the warriors tears closely follow.
The unicorn fretted as they rushed out of their shields. As a high-level warcraft, it understands that the old man inside the shield is brewing a terrible magic, dare not move; But watching the others run farther and farther away, and not willing to die.
After a moment's hesitation, the unicorn gave a growl and ran at full speed toward the crowd in the distance. However, just after running a few steps, the earthy yellow shield "snap" into thin air; Then, in the center of the old man, there was an earth-shattering explosion, which raised a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the moon.
"Gibson..." Looking back at the earth-shattering explosion, Hanks and his crew knelt down with a snap and tears streaming down their faces. After clenching his teeth, he led the people to run away with tears in their eyes.
Over time, the dust gradually cleared, and a crater-like depression appeared in the woodland. Yangling carefully search for half a day also do not see the old man, it is estimated that already frightened. But unexpectedly, actually found under a tree covered in blood unicorn, eyes dim and lifeless, faint breath, it is estimated that it is dying.
Yangling carefully looked at the seriously injured unicorn, unicorn also barely opened his eyes looking at Yangling, the two sides looked at it quietly. Slowly, the eyes of the unicorn shed two bloodshot tears, I do not know what is the illusion or what, Yang Ling seems to see endless grief and sadness from its eyes, with a trace of unwillingness.
Angry, sad, unwilling?
Looking at the dying, unable to move the unicorn, and then looking at its bean large tears, Yang Ling understood that this is a high-level warcraft with wisdom. After a moment's hesitation, he bit through his right index finger and gently pressed it against his forehead.