Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 974

[Chapter 967 Tea making and assassin]

In the distorted effect of the law, the pale golden sunlight showed a rhythm and crystal clear like flowing liquid, bathed in the golden brilliance, the more and more silent sand and dust in the dark pits began to become crystal clear. The flickering of the light spots is the rolled glass rolling with the wind, and every splendid flash in the air is a semi-energy product intertwined with light and shadow.

In this space that has been completely quiet without knowing it, the legendary mage wearing a robe like the stars in the night sky has stood alone for several magic hours. His enemies are patiently hiding and preparing to attack, but casting spells How can the patience of the people be scarce?

For the punk who released “The Twisted World of the Muse”, it would be in his best interest if everyone could continue to stare at each other like this. The price he paid was to maintain the power of the legendary spell at most. And then it’s only a few hours of vigilance, and it’s a question of how long Bill Keaton can hold out against the pressure of law-bending and hiding in the shadows.

“Want a test of patience, Mr. Kayton”?

Calmly released his mental power and asked the empty brilliance, and the punk’s expression, who knew that the enemy could receive the information, was extremely calm.

He did not risk releasing any spells to search, because he knew that his enemy might be by his side, and the sharp dagger might have locked his head. At this time, any flaws should not exist. A long battle of attrition should continue like this… It’s best to continue for a few days and nights, so that the stalkers hidden in the shadows can’t bear the consumption and show themselves!

And during this period……. the leisurely legendary mage can continue to provoke the hidden assassin, and enjoy a cup of good tea by the way.

“Since I’m free now, why don’t we talk about this idiot Ankazan?”

He took out a piece of Morris Jade Fruit Tea from the storage ring. The punk in the battlefield was as calm as holding a tea party in his magic tower, and condensed a mass of water elements. The tea leaves were gently sprinkled into the crystal clear. In the water polo, and then rippling with slightly spreading water waves…

“Well, Ankazan should be a fairly successful spellcaster, don’t get me wrong, the “successful” I mean refers to his ability to succeed, but when it comes to life, the poor “burner” “Mr. looks a little miserable.”

While self-evaluating the dead enemy, Punk has also begun to heat the tea, and the light jade fruit leaves slowly float in the water element, and then slowly fall again.

However, before this fruit tea is brewed, the icy “Life Commentary” of “Whispers of Destruction” is destined to not stop.

He turned his head disdainfully to the charred corpse that had been covered with dust and continued:

“In name, Ankazan is the so-called “maintainer of order in the central area of Faerun”. It sounds like this name is the same thing, but unfortunately, this is just a self-proclaimed product of the Mage Guild in order to speak well. From the beginning to the end, I am afraid that no one has recognized Mr. Yanmei’s nominal identity. Of course, the state of the backwater on the Faerun plane has nothing to do with him. In the days of acting as a maintainer, Ankazan’s job is actually just staying in a Do you stay in a daze in a fixed place?”

The tone is melodious and calm, the tone is disdainful and cold, the legendary mage’s comment on Ankazan is completely a demeanor, but this demeanor is not groundless abuse but a real fact, and it is this damned fact that is the most important. Makes it impossible to refute.

And in this slow-paced, word-for-word narration, the tea floating in front of the legendary mage finally began to boil gradually……

“Ankazan’s legendary journey is too failed and too sad. He was put on a flashy high hat by the Mage Guild and then confined to a small place like the Grey Rain Nation. All resources and knowledge can only be counted on Messou. Your charitable giving is like a beggar on the street or a disabled wild dog, aimless…. If someone “feeds”, they enjoy two bites. more body temperature, until the final fate slowly comes.”

It didn’t take long for the tea to boil in the twinkling of the sun. Large and small bubbles surged in the clear liquid. The crumpled and crushed tea rose up and down with the boiling water, and the whole round water polo began. Like fried hair, it boils and dances under the heat of high temperature.

Until this time, a scorching, refreshing and delicious jade fruit tea is not finished.

“…”

“To the poor, pathetic, deplorable Ankazan.”

Ending with a strange congratulatory message, “Whisper of Destruction” put the fruit tea to his mouth expressionlessly.

If you want to drink tea, drink tea. This punk has not cheated at all. Now his words and deeds are very relaxed. Except for the left hand that is still gripping the body of the “Pale Scepter”, the closed eyes and The light lips seemed to prove that he was enjoying a delicious tea wholeheartedly.

Maybe the expressionless state has not changed, but with those disdainful words evaluating a dead mage, today’s “Whispers of Destruction” definitely seems arrogant and confident.

So… It was extremely abrupt and quite natural, just at the moment when the refreshing tea liquid was about to touch the lips of the caster, a cold blade suddenly appeared in the flow of bright sunlight!

“laugh”!

“What qualifications do you have to evaluate Ankazan, you despicable, shameless, damn bastard”!

In an instant, the ferocious roar roared close to the ear of the legendary mage, and the sharp blade cut through the intertwined laws and passed through the light blue light and shadow. At this moment, Bill, who was so angry, almost merged with the dagger in his hand!

Anger can stimulate the inner courage and potential of a creature, and can drive those professionals with insufficient willpower into madness… But at the same time, rage and reason do not conflict, there are always strong people who can control their own Emotions, so that anger can not interfere with their actions.

Such was the case with Bill at this time.

Anger is inevitable, the anger of the deceased friend being ridiculed has been burning in his heart, but “Limang Flying Blade” has never lost any reason and calm! Because at this moment, he knew very well that the cold-spoken spellcaster was trying to provoke his emotions, trying to provoke himself to appear from the shadows to attack.

So are you fooled?

Bill thinks no!

The reason why he dared to assassinate at this moment is not because he was dazzled by anger, but because after several hours of confrontation time, the confident double cultivation professional has finally slowly arrived at the back of the legendary mage’s body .

And almost at the same moment when the hot tea was brewed, the blade he placed next to the caster’s head was ready for the strongest killer!