Chapter 35: The General Direction (10)

After being far away from the prosperity of the city, there was a lack of light, and dark clouds blocked the only light of the bright moon in the sky, causing black to spread throughout the earth with the sound of wind - Horn and Terr walked one after another on the road leading to the surrounding towns in the suburbs of Shake; the former had a strong anger on his face, while the latter had an indelible coldness.

"Hmph, is this the pride of your Eye of Wisdom?" The witch raised her lips slightly with sarcasm: "If it weren't for the magic that I'm good at, we might have entered the Thorn Tower of the Witcher Headquarters now!"

Without refutation, Tel's cold face seemed to be able to drop ice slags - an unexpected mistake caused by a series of original plan failures was a shame for the proud Dark Wizard; and, obviously, this shame would accompany him because of the person in front of him.

The staff gently poked out from the cuff, and Terl's eyes flashed with extremely dangerous gazes - they were just a cooperative relationship that happened to suit the conditions. Killing the other party had no psychological burden for Terl, just like the other party killed the previous partner in order to cover up his mistakes; at this moment, he was just doing the same thing as the other party.

However, Terr did not take action immediately, and he still followed the other party silently - although he had long wanted to blow the other party to pieces immediately, in order to hit him with one blow, he still had to wait; he had to wait for the other party to be most proud and feel the most comfortable, and beware of the lowest.

"To be honest, it's really hard for you to convince me that the Eye of Wisdom is as rigorous and efficient as the legendary one..."

As if to challenge Terl's psychological bottom line behind her, she kept talking from Horn again, but the expression on her face was calm at this moment, and she did not show pride and pride in cooperation with such preaching words. Like Terl, Horn wanted the other party to leave the world soon; even she was even more impatient than the other party; if it weren't for the loss of disposal of those "trash", she would have taken action the first moment she met.

After all, compared to sharing, she likes exclusiveness more; and no matter which way of sharing, it is the same and unacceptable in her eyes - feeling a strange magic fluctuation behind her, Horn finally showed a smile on his calm face; at the same time, a bottle of dullness, but the bottle plug had been opened appeared quietly in her hand, and no strange smell was emitted from it.

puff!

The slight, tiny sound of mosquitoes falling to the ground sounded behind the witch; without any consideration, Horn rushed forward and crawled to the ground without any concern; however, even so, the gray-black arrow still brushed against her left shoulder and shot past.

It is obvious that the gray-black arrow originally targeted the witch's heart, but it was avoided; however, the arrow that just rubbed the witch's shoulder still caused extremely serious damage to it - the wizard's robe on the left shoulder was instantly cut, and the defensive magic array engraved on it did not play its due role at all and was declared scrapped; not only that, the white shoulder exposed under the wizard's robe also turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, stir-frying, like a piece of rotten meat that had been air-dried for several years.

Even though the witch quickly applied several ointments to the injured area, the symptoms did not completely eradicate, but only suppressed their due effect; however, it was obvious that judging from the rapid disappearance of the ointment, the time for this suppression was very limited - looking at the witch's extremely embarrassed appearance, Terr, who had been cold-faced, let out a burst of refreshing laughter.

"Hahaha, useless! This is a 'trick' I specially invented. Your ointments are just treating the symptoms but not the root cause!" Although they were talking about tricks, Terr's proud expression was obviously showing off: "You should know that you are not the only one in the entire Wizards Castle to study potions, but I am the same; although this 'trick' only uses the principle of strong acid arrows, the poison was prepared by me personally! Although it was only the first time to use it, the effect was surprisingly good!"

Looking at the witch who was still trying to try various detoxification methods, Terl's pride tone was filled with a hint of contempt: "It's useless, this poison was prepared by me personally, and there are more than thirty herbs with the most important ingredient in it. Without knowing the various herbs, you can't make the antidote at all!"

"But if you are willing to ask me..."

At this time, Tel, who was sure to win, exuded a joking smell of cat and mouse all over his body - of course he would not let the woman in front of him go; his shame had been witnessed by the other party, so how could he allow a person who witnessed and would hype his shame to live? What's more, facing that thing is naturally the best for a person to enjoy.

However, before killing the other party, he didn't mind teasing the other party; after all, watching the proud enemy waving his tail at his feet to beg for mercy is also a rare pleasure!

The witch stopped looking for potions, but there was no despair or prayer on her face, but instead she carried the mockery that made Terr even more angry-

"You are dead! And you will die incredibly miserable!" Terr said his declaration: "I will watch you be sucked dry with my own eyes, and my head becomes a mummy as fragile as if I had hollowed out a coconut shell..."

The angry Terr spoke a series of vicious words until his chest was stuffy and a hint of panting. The witch, who had been staring at the other party with mocking eyes, had a bright smile on his face.

"Of course I am not the only one in the Wizards Castle to study potions; however, it is obvious that among these people, you are definitely the one who fails. Don't be anxious, slowly realize that your blood will fill your lungs, you will feel suffocated, but you will not die immediately. It's just that lack of oxygen will make you slow down and unable to concentrate. Oh, please don't worry, although I can't remove the poison you made, the ointment on my body will definitely give me enough time to get the antidote from you!"

"Of course, I will accept your poison very politely; although you are just a wizard who fails to study potions, such poison is still very promising; I will carry forward it for you, and the name I will naturally remember must be mine!"

The witch said so.

PS One-handed typing is indeed sad... I made it all afternoon in one chapter, and I burst into tears!!!

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Chapter completed!