After arranging Lin back to her residence, the curse crow set foot on the way back to the stronghold again. Having seen the power of the banshee, the magician would never doubt the future Lin saw, the future in which the whole city was almost slaughtered. In fact, for him, the life and death of the people in this city is no longer important. With Lin''s promise, curse crow''s heart has never been satisfied. And this kind of satisfaction also made him have the courage to face the big Duke of hammer again.


    Thinking of the dwarf Duke, the magician''s brow under his hood puckered up unconsciously. To be honest, even in the face of Clark, the Lord of the grey tower, mantra crows have never resisted meeting each other so much. After all, although every meeting with my teacher is like walking on thin ice, the improvement of knowledge brought by each class is also substantial. And even though the Lord of the grey tower sometimes appears moody, as the strongest caster, his words and deeds are based on the principle of reason, which is not incomprehensible.


    But that''s not the case. The magician knows that there is a kind of people in this world who let their sensibility be suppressed, and they have their own rules in their behavior and behavior. Such rules are more subtle than the most stringent laws, and even most of the time even they themselves can''t make it clear. Such people are often artists, craftsmen, masters, or Rangers. Their stubbornness is comparable to the deepest rock in the earth. Curse crows hate such people.


    In the world of incantationists, everything is for results. All processes can be modified. If the road is blocked, it is necessary to find another way. This is why curse crow has no enemy even in the fierce competition of grey tower. In the minds of his fellow students, compared with the curse mastered by the sorcerer, his unscrupulous way of doing things to achieve his goal is more frightening.


    Dwarves and spellcasters, whose principles are like ice and fire, cannot coexist. This may be why Lord hammer refused to help. But for Lin''s sake, he couldn''t care so much. "If he doesn''t listen, I''ll take Lynn and leave." The magician was walking in the street, talking to himself.


    "It''s not easy to convince that stone head, boy." A strange voice came from the crow''s ear.


    "Who!" Exclaimed the magician subconsciously, looking around at the surprised passers-by. Here is the bustling streets of molten iron city. The sun is hanging in the middle of the sky. Even the shadows in the darkest alleys have to admit that this is the most difficult time of the day to hide. But even so, in the mantra crow''s perception, whether it is the physical perception or the magic force field, he is not aware of anything. The self-confidence of the caster makes him believe that what he has just heard is not an illusion, which means that there is an invisible existence around him.


    Cold sweat, down the spine. The curse crow was frightened by the unknown. But soon, he reflected that he did not need to be so afraid, because today, is not his death date. The magician stretched out his hand and tidied up his hood. He didn''t like the sunshine on his face. The passers-by around the crow lost interest in the man who had returned to normal behavior, and they had their own business to do.


    "Don''t be afraid, little fellow. I''m not going to hurt you, for the time being The voice came again from the curse crow''s ear, with malicious laughter.


    "Who are you? What do you want? " The magician lowered his head and said in a deep voice that he knew the other side could hear.


    "Oh, wait, wait. This is not a good place to chat. If you want to talk to me, we have to find the right place. "


    "I think it might be nice." There was a sly light in the eyes of the curse crow. It must have been enough time for him to infer something from the words used by the voice for the first time to address Lord liehammer.


    "Oh, yes, indeed. Turn into the lane ahead, left first and then right. We''ll see you there The sound disappeared. The invisible voice maker seemed very satisfied with the magician''s conjecture, perhaps because the little flaw was the bait he threw out to catch the curiosity of the other party.


    The curse crow was really curious. He knew that if a man dares to tease a grey robed mage like this, he is either crazy or fearless. And since the other side seems to be very familiar with big Duke liehammer, he tends to believe the latter. There is still some time to go before sunset. Big Duke liehammer can wait. With this in mind, the magician turned into the alley of molten iron city according to the way the voice said.


    There are always many alleys in the city. Although the people who built the city never reserved a place for them, these alleys actually exist in every city. If the roads with names are the blood vessels of the city, these alleys are the liver of the city. They swallow up the dirtiest side of the city until it is so ugly that it can break through the alleys.


    "Now, I think, we can talk. In view of my itinerary later, you must give me a good reason to be worthy of soiling my robe. " Feeling the sticky touch under the boots, curse crow stood in the dirty alley and said. He couldn''t take the smell of garbage to see big brother liehammer, so he had to change his clothes after he left the alley.


    "Why? I can always give you a dozen of those if you need them Two flaming fireballs suddenly appear in the shadow in front of the mantra crow. They are about the same height as the magician''s forehead. It was a pair of eyes, a pair of burning eyes."Come on, I don''t need the devil''s reason." Seeing such a pair of eyes, the muscles on the mantra crow''s body tensed instantly, and he could even feel his scalp shrink because of the tension. As we all know, in this world, there are only demons and demons with such eyes. At that time, demons would never have such funny talks.


    "But I''m not the devil. So you''d better listen. " Burning double pupil master out of the shadow, let a little sunlight through the lane gap illuminate his body. It was a man with his upper body bare. He looks about thirty years old, handsome and beardless. And it''s not all of this that surprised the mantra crow. The man''s naked brown skin was covered with crimson stripes, like a natural tattoo. These stripes formed one strange symbol after another on his body.


    The magician knows what this characteristic means. The man in front of him is really not a devil. He is a demon, the unclean offspring of devil and mortal.


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