Chapter 261 Hibernation
"In addition to the most valuable witchcraft puppets, there are also these things!"
Enzo put away the witchcraft puppet crystal, and then looked at the other trophies.
The breast shield on the chest of the Rock Puppet Master is a high-level defensive magical item, but it was completely shattered by the full force of the lava monster's blow and lost its original value.
In addition to the breast shield, the wizard's robe on his body was also an intermediate demonized item, which was also burned into waste.
"This wand should still be usable."
Enzo picked up an earthy yellow wand from the body of the Rock Puppet Master. This wand was made of ordinary material, but it was also a high-level magic item. If it was intact, it would be worth more than 1,500 magic stones.
Unfortunately, due to the fierce battle before, a trace of fine cracks appeared on the surface of the khaki wand, causing its value to be greatly reduced.
"It's better than nothing."
Enzo shook his head and put away the earth-yellow wand. Although this earth-attribute wand was at odds with his own attributes, it could still bring in a fortune if sold.
"This mask?"
Enzo stepped forward and took off the broken wooden mask from the face of the Rock Puppet Master, revealing a very ordinary face.
"It is a demonized item, but unfortunately it has been destroyed." He shook his head and threw away the broken mask in his hand.
"Next, let's hibernate for a while."
After a fierce battle, even after drinking several potions to restore his condition, Enzo still felt extremely tired.
In addition, the sorcery puppets he had just plundered needed time to leave their mark, so he decided to lie dormant for a while to digest the power.
After making a decision in his heart, Enzo raised his finger and gently touched the false face of darkness on his face. After a flicker of light, he disguised his aura as an ordinary second-level apprentice. Although the wave mark on his forehead could not be completely hidden, But it was also suppressed a little so that it wouldn't look too scary.
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At the same time, somewhere in the secret realm.
In the forest, in an open space, Jorah stood indifferently, his eyes as sharp as knives, surrounded by three Skeleton Castle apprentices who were surrounding him.
"Where is the Death Blade?" Jorah said coldly.
"Are you asking us a question?" Among the three enemies, the burly apprentice at the front looked unkind and grinned, "It seems you haven't seen clearly what the situation is now!"
"Jorah the Bloody Hand, I have heard of your name when we were on the battlefield. It is said that once, you killed three third-level apprentices with one person!"
"Now, there are three third-level apprentices here. How about you show us the scene of your battle to become famous?"
The burly apprentice put his hands on his shoulders and sneered.
"I ask again, where is the Death Blade?" Jorah said expressionlessly in a low tone, "Tell me his location and I will spare you one time."
"Seeking death!" The burly apprentice's eyes turned cold.
The next moment, his figure surged and he pounced on Jorah like a brown bear, with the other two apprentices following closely behind.
"Do not you know?"
Jorah shook his head and said indifferently: "If this is the case, then don't blame me."
After saying that, he raised an arm, which was covered with a bandage stained red with blood.
Roar!
The clothes on the burly apprentice's body were torn, and he turned into a black bear. His thick fleshy palms slapped down hard, creating a strong wind.
Poof!
The blood-stained bandage wrapped around the arm spread out, revealing a blood-red sharp blade, exuding a strange aura, and pierced the black bear's palm like cutting tofu.
"ah!!"
The black bear let out a scream. The pain in his palm was not over yet, but he saw that Jorah had pulled out the bloody blade and stabbed it out again as fast as lightning.
In an instant, blood surged out like a fountain!
Blood holes appeared on the black bear's bloated body, and scarlet blood flowed out, dyeing the ground under its feet red.
After doing all this, Jorah's expression remained unchanged. He indifferently shook away the blood drops stained on the red blade, and his whole body turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.
"Be careful!" Black Bear quickly exclaimed.
The next moment, Jorah's figure appeared again, the bloody blade slashed across, blood swaying in the air, an apprentice's face turned pale and he knelt on the ground.
"Well……"
He covered his throat with his hands, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The eyes of Black Bear and the other apprentice were filled with an extremely horrified light, and their hearts were suddenly shrouded in fear. They wanted to escape but it was already too late.
Half an hour later, the forest was filled with a faint smell of blood.
Jorah sat on a rock, carefully wiping the bloody blade that was completely integrated with his arm, his eyes filled with indifference.
Around him lay three corpses.
After experiencing the baptism of war, the once optimistic and out-of-the-box young man has disappeared, replaced by the ruthless and ruthless Jorah.
"Death Blade, enjoy the little time you have left. When I find you, it will be your end!"
There was a trace of murderous intent in Jorah's eyes, and he had an extremely deep obsession with the person who had killed Winnie.
At this time, the surrounding woods suddenly moved.
"Who? Come out!" Jorah raised his head and shouted coldly.
The trees swayed, and several figures walked out. Among them, the apprentice walking at the front, with a red light dot flashing in his left eye and a mechanized arm, was Bourne and his companions.
"It's me, Jorah." Bourne waved.
Jorah nodded slightly, relaxed his vigilance, and scanned the crowd, discovering that these apprentices were all from Phantom Crows, and many of them were his companions on the battlefield.
"Brother Jorah." A sweet-looking female apprentice greeted shyly.
"Finally found you, Boss Jorah." Another tall and handsome boy stood next to Bourne, and there was a hint of joy on his face.
On the battlefield, Jorah grew up and was promoted to a third-level apprentice, and earned the nickname Bloodhand Jorah. Therefore, he also gathered some companions around him, and they all called him boss or captain.
"You found each other so quickly?" Jorah was a little surprised.
After the coordinate battle began, each apprentice was placed in different areas of the Hourglass Secret Realm. No one knew each other's specific locations, so even if they wanted to form a team, it would take some time.
"It was Brother Bourne who found us."
The sweet-looking female apprentice said, "He underwent a mechanical transformation before the start of the Coordinates War and has the ability to detect the surroundings, so he found us quickly."
"So that's it." Jorah nodded slightly and said thoughtfully, "Now that everyone has gathered, let's gather others as soon as possible. We can form a team and act collectively, and we can avoid being hunted by the other two organizations!"
"We all listen to you, Boss Jorah." The handsome young man nodded heavily.