Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Seventh Half a Catty to Eight Taels

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Regarding the battle against Mist City, Locke was fortunate to have not participated in the battle because of his injuries.

Angelina was also left behind by Keira to take care of Locke.

Locke had been washed up and down several times by the light of healing from the light magician, Master Kayla. Except for one or two injuries that really needed a long period of rest, the other wounds had all recovered. .

The healing power of light magic is really the most effective of all magic.

After absorbing the activation essence in his hand, Locke looked towards the war-torn Mist City as usual.

The repairing effect of light magic is mainly to stimulate the potential of the body, and the treasures that make up for the power of the source are the easiest to obtain now, and the essence of non-activation is none other than the essence of activation.

This piece of activation essence, which was just absorbed by Locke, was dark blue in color and had a size of two grams. It was one of the rewards that Babrina gave Locke.

The smoke of gunpowder still remained in the distance. This external performance only had two first-level activated goblin city lords, and the small activated goblin city even broke out a good resistance force in the face of the attack of the Holy Tower magicians.

"That place is really not easy..." Locke thought to himself, in the restricted area of ​​the southeastern urban area of ​​Mist City, Locke touched it twice and was discovered by the quasi-knight-level activated goblin, which shows that it is strictly guarded.

And that forbidden place always gave Locke the illusion of palpitations, as if there were some terrifying existence inhabiting it.

Circles of black smoke rose into the sky, and from a distance, Locke could see the explosions that occurred in various places in the city below.

To deal with the wooden city where the living fairies live, there is nothing more suitable for attacking than fire magic.

The thick smoke and strong winds even blew away a third of the white crystal mist that had been around for thousands of years outside the foggy city.

There is white in the black, and red in the white. The magic elements of various departments are active and beating in it. The magicians of the Holy Tower, while using their own power to bring despair to these aboriginal natives, show own strength.

In the area that Locke can't see, just above the city center of Mist City, several powerful first- and second-level powerhouses gather here.

Except for Babrina Magician who commanded the slave army and the Santa Magician outside, the remaining four first-level magicians were all gathered here.

In the center of the four of them, Jingguo people with white and clear bodies on both ends were surrounded.

Protecting his wife, whose arm had been injured, behind him, the even taller Jinguoren city lord stood in front of several magicians with his head held high, and his firm gaze showed no timidity.

On the other side of this small battle group, a more powerful battle has already started.

The magician with different pupils, who holds ice in his left arm and spit flames in his right fist, is surrounded by half ice and half purgatory, and even the space is affected by small fluctuations.

A pair of eyes with strange pupils stared at the female Jingguo person in front of him.

"I didn't expect that there is actually a suspended animation with such a strong preservation strength." In the words of the magician with different pupils, in addition to surprise, there was excitement. "Before you die, you have the right to know my name, you can call me 'Ice Fire Demon Flame' Fosha!"

The two groups of completely opposite elemental forces exploded in an instant. Fusha, the magician with different pupils at the center of the explosion, seemed to be undergoing some kind of qualitative change. The power of annihilation was gradually generated, and waves of waves were generated, bringing a sense of death to all life around him.

At the same time that the power of ice and fire elements gradually blended, the tall crystal man in front of Mage Fusha couldn't see any strange color from his crystal clear face.

This second-level activated goblin lord who suddenly appeared in Mist City was of course the previous generation of activated goblin lord, Abibo, who had been dormant for hundreds of years.

Because his lifespan has reached the limit, at the last moment of his life, Abibo, who is thousands of years old, chose the same choice as countless great sages of revitalized goblins in the past, that is to sleep in the ground, and rely on the power of the earth to prolong his life. life.

Under normal circumstances, the top-level activated goblin lords or the third-level activated goblins choose to sleep under the holy city, where the roots of the World Tree are coiled, and the content of the earth is abundant, and they are still sleeping. It can form some kind of mutually beneficial and complementary system with the root system of the World Tree, prolong its sleep time, and preserve its own strength to the greatest extent.

It's just the special needs of the Jingguo people for the Jingjing tree, so that the powerful Jingguo lord did not choose to go to the holy city in the end, but directly fell asleep in the clan's land.

Only four hundred years of sleep, the eroding power of time, did not reduce the strength of the Jingguo lord by much. Compared with the heyday, Abibo still has at least 80% of the combat power.

"Are you intruders..." Under Abibo's indifferent gaze, with the ability of second-level creatures to quickly process information, he only woke up for a few minutes. This second-level activated goblin lord has already activated the goblin family and Mist City The situation faced at this time, I understand seventy-eighty-eight.

Ignoring the enquiry of the activated goblin lord, the sea of ​​ice and fire elements around Fusha, the magician with different pupils, expanded again.

The annihilation aura in front of him has been accumulating more and more, and it has reached a level that makes Abibo, the first and second-level activated goblin lord, feel invincible.

"Humph!" Abibo didn't wait any longer, flicked his translucent long whip, and charged towards Fusha.

Jingguoren, whose strength is at the forefront of the activated goblin lords, and the battle with the ice and fire elemental master Fusha, half a catty versus eight taels, this is all

Neither the magician nor the living fairies thought of it.

Hundreds of years ago, Abibo, who led the Jingguo people around Mist City to carry forward the inheritance, has fallen by one or two after sleeping for a hundred years.

The second-level magician, Fusha, was also weakened by the suppression of the plane, and was unable to exert his full strength.

The elements of ice and fire exploded, and the resulting annihilation power was strong, but Abibo, the lord of the crystal fruit, avoided the battle, and Fusha had nothing to do.

When a player of the same level is fighting against each other, one side's mind is only used to escape and hide skills, which is the most troublesome.

The hard bone of Mist City is really not so easy to chew. It is like a white meat grinder. On the transparent city wall, every minute and every second, there is the passing of life.

The red and blood-stained red glow illuminated the ground, the blood of various colors converged into a stream, and countless corpses piled up.

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