Moor The three of them reacted very quickly. After listening to Claire's words, they also realized that it was not some invisible witchcraft, but indeed a space scroll that was teleported away.
Moor The three people's eyes quickly met, and in just a moment, they reached a consensus.
"Boom!"
The green-robed wizard who was standing in the air fell from the sky with a lightning strike, but the target was no longer Claire, but the wizard over there Nicole who was fighting with them just now.
"You!" The wizard said in horror, then chanted a spell quickly, and a dark diamond-shaped shield blocked his face.
"Boom!"
The blue lightning hit the shield. The moment the two collided, the diamond-shaped shield broke into pieces, and the wizard was knocked back several meters away.
"It's not over yet!" Moor squatted on the ground, pressing his palms to the ground.
Then his shadow stretched out like plasticine, so fast that by the time the wizard reacted, Moor's extending shadow had already locked his ankles firmly.
Then the seemingly soft shadow shimmered with a metallic color, and countless slender spikes pierced the originally smooth surface, piercing the wizard's legs. As he screamed, his body knelt down uncontrollably, and blood flowed out from the gaps, dyeing the ground under his feet blood red.
"Let's go!" Moor shouted upon seeing this.
Then the three people seemed to fly away quickly in the direction of the water mirror in unison. They no longer cared about things like the loss of vitality when using Flying Spell. After Nicole left, they were left behind, who were not Claire's opponents at all. If they stayed here, they would put themselves in danger.
The purpose of beating the wizard seriously was to delay Claire for a while and give them a certain amount of time to escape.
As the saying goes, a dead Daoist friend is not a poor Daoist. When you encounter a bear, you don't need to run faster than the bear, as long as you run faster than the people traveling with you.
There is no relationship between them in the first place, and even if they know each other, they can still take action. Their own lives are the most important thing.
Sure enough, after the three people flew out of the space in the water mirror, Claire immediately wanted to chase after them, but the wizard still resisted in order to save his life. He unleashed all his strength without reservation and poured out his witchcraft towards Claire.
He didn't think Claire would let him go. The fact was just as he imagined. Claire really had no intention of letting him go. His witchcraft only slightly resisted Claire for a few seconds. A single wizard was no match for Claire. Within five or six seconds, Claire decapitated him and rolled around on the ground like a ball.
After killing the opponent, Claire approached the water mirror and wanted to go through it to chase the three people. A dirty cloth bag the size of a fist appeared in the water mirror. Claire's pupils shrank. He recognized the bag. It was one of the rickety old man's methods of killing enemies, and its effect was similar to a high-explosive grenade.
"Boom!!!"
The deafening violent explosion echoed in the small space in the water mirror. The thick smoke dissipated, and Claire's figure was revealed. He looked a little embarrassed, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
With such a close distance and such power, even if Claire reacted and deployed several defense switches, he still suffered a lot of injuries.
The three of them will definitely run separately after they go out. Originally Claire was still confused about which one to chase first, but now the target after they go out is clear.
"Hahahaha!" The rickety old man laughed and boasted as he ran away, "How was that move I just made?!"
That was his sudden thought after getting out of the water mirror, and after throwing out the bag, it really hindered the time and speed of Claire coming out. This seemed to him like a wonderful move, something he couldn't usually pull off.
The other two people didn't say anything but kept their heads down and ran away with all their strength. After excluding the building, the three of them split into three groups and fled towards different passages.
"Run away, run away, I will find you one by one."
The voice of Claire suddenly came out, and the bodies of the three people who were escaping froze. Then they immediately used their own life-saving methods, and their flight speed increased slightly.
When Claire came out of the building, the traces of the three people had disappeared. However, the first target that Claire wanted to chase could still be distinguished from the aura, because the rickety old man was still bringing his precious grandson, and the auras of the two people were much more obvious.
"Scrying Spell! Claire cast a detection spell on himself, and then chased after the rickety old man's breath.
With a fourth-level mage, the rickety old man was not as fast as the other two, and was soon chased by Claire.
When he saw Claire chasing after him, the rickety old man had already begun to regret it. Was it the bag he had just thrown that attracted this evil spirit? It was because he couldn't run fast with others that the other party targeted him.
"Tsu! "A wall of earth rose from the ground, forcing the rickety old man in front to stop.
After stopping the other party, Claire also slowed down and slowly leaned towards the other party, "Don't run away, bring something that interests me, maybe I can let you go."
The rickety old man knew that he was no match for Claire, so he couldn't help but step back when Claire moved forward. He didn't come back to his senses until he encountered the earth wall behind him.
Staring into Claire's eyes, he said, "I gave it to you, can you let me go?"
"Then it depends on what you can offer in exchange for your life..." Before Claire could finish his words, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and then the huge illusory Hand of the Mage condensed in front of him, and slapped away the bag thrown by the other party. The bag fell on the passage on one side and exploded several large holes.
Claire looked at the rickety old man and said calmly, "You are dishonest."
"Are you honest?! If I give you something, you will kill me too."
Claire smiled, "Since you understand it so well, let's just start fighting."
After more than ten seconds, the rickety old man lost the ability to keep flying. He collapsed on the ground, with scars and blood stains on every corner of his body.
"Hoo ho ho! "The rickety old man put his hands on the ground and gasped for air. If he hadn't had more trump cards, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for more than ten seconds before he was killed by Claire.
"Any last words? "Claire glanced at the other party condescendingly, and the Cracking Wind Blade in his hand had already condensed.
The rickety old man opened his mouth, "I..."
"Forget it, I just asked casually, I don't want to listen."
After Claire finished speaking, the second-level Cracking Wind Blade shot out like lightning, like a batch of gorgeous ribbons in the air.
"Cang!"
In front of the rickety old man, the fourth-level wizard stood up and took out his weapon to block the wind blade for his grandfather. He was completely unable to intervene in the battle between Claire and the rickety old man just now. Even if he could block this wind blade now, it was particularly difficult.
There was a rare hint of movement in Claire's eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand again. Three wind blades condensed around Claire, and then the wind blades spun, and their power increased by another level.
"Wait! "The rickety old man stood up and couldn't help coughing a few times as he stood up, "Ahem!"
Claire was not in a hurry to shoot out those wind blades, but looked at the rickety old man who stood up with interest, and said, "Now I am in a mood to listen to your last words, so go ahead."
The rickety old man walked up to the fourth-level wizard, protected him behind him, and faced Claire alone and said, "If I give you what you want, can you let my grandson go?"
"It depends on what you can come up with. "Claire didn't give a definite answer, but he didn't reject it outright.
"Wait a minute, let me have a word with my grandson. "The rickety old man said.
Claire shrugged indifferently, and didn't care about wasting those few seconds. Everyone else should have escaped from the ruins anyway, and they probably can't be chased now.
The rickety old man waved to the fourth-level wizard in the air and said gently, "Barro, come here, I will explain something to you."
The fourth-level mage's eyes were a little complicated. He glanced at Claire, then at the rickety old man below, and finally fell slowly.
"Come here..." The rickety old man waved his hand feebly, feeling as if he would die if he said a few more words.
The fourth-level mage leaned over, stretched out his hand to support the old man, bent down and put his ear to the old man's mouth, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said, "Grandpa, just say what you want, I will definitely help you get revenge..."
Hearing Barro's words, an extremely complicated look flashed through the eyes of the rickety old man. But when he saw Claire still standing in mid-air out of the corner of his eye, the last complicated look turned into determination again. This guy will not let Barro go!
Then he opened his teeth and bit Barro's neck suddenly. The strength was completely different from the dying look just now. The sharp teeth directly pierced Barro's skin and penetrated into the flesh. The blood in Barro's body began to flow back into the body of the rickety old man.
"Grandpa?! "Barro's expression was still one of disbelief. Then when he realized what he was doing, he tried to push the rickety old man away.
But the rickety old man said, "Don't move!" "
I don't know if it was because of these words, but the fourth-level mage's body suddenly froze and lost strength, allowing the rickety old man to suck his own blood.
But the old man's body swelled up at this time, the originally dry and wrinkled skin became plump, and his body became straight, as if he was undergoing a process of rejuvenation.
"I'm sorry! "The rickety old man slurred in his mouth, saying sorry words, but his movements did not stop at all. The fourth-level mage's body quickly became shriveled up, and his eyes became convex due to lack of blood in his body. Finally, when it reached a certain limit, no trace of life could be seen in his eyes.
The whole process was very fast. When Claire reacted, the rickety old man had already thrown the shriveled body of his precious grandson on the ground.
"Oh! "Claire made an unexpected sound. He really didn't expect that the situation would develop like this at first.
Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, narrowed his eyes, and said with a somewhat evil look, "You're just making fun of me."
After the rickety old man regained his strength, he gave Claire a vicious look, and then sprayed out a stream of blood mist from his body to wrap it up.
Claire When the opponent was ready to attack, the rickety old man actually turned his head and rushed towards the stone wall. He was like a locomotive, smashing the entire stone wall apart, and then turned into a red light and gradually fled.
"Oh, you have prepared so much just to escape? "Claire laughed out loud, blessed himself with auxiliary spells to increase speed, and then pursued in the direction of the red light.
After a few minutes, the rickety old man felt a little desperate. The Antonio behind him kept chasing him, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how fast he speeded up.
After another two or three minutes, the blood mist around the ricket old man gradually faded and finally dissipated. The ricket old man also returned to his previous old state, and then he stopped with more than enough energy and a look of despair in his eyes.
"Aren't you going to run away? "Claire asked calmly.
"Crack! "The rickety old man opened his hands and made a big character shape and suddenly fell to the ground. He was out of breath and could barely speak.
Claire stretched out his palm and gave the rickety old man a virtual squeeze. Then the rickety old man felt as if his hands and feet were tightly grasped by something, and his body was attached to the ground like a magnet. It was almost impossible to get up.
But at this time, his heart was already dead and he had no intention of resisting. He just closed his eyes and waited for the final judgment that belonged to him.
Claire landed gently beside the rickety old man, squatted down, and said softly, "It's been so long anyway, I probably won't be able to catch up with those people. Let's talk."
Hearing Claire's words, the rickety old man opened his eyes. His head and eyes were stuck to the ground. He could only look at Claire sideways, "I don't want to talk to you, just kill me. I'm not the kind of person who is afraid of death."
Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, Claire burst out laughing, "Hahahaha."
After laughing, I looked at him again, and then laughed again, "Hahahahaha!"
The rickety old man had a serious face, "Shut up! What's so funny about this!"
"You just said you are not afraid of death. Isn't that funny?"
The rickety old man. "..."
"You seemed to have killed your grandson with your own hands just now." Claire asked with a smile, "Is it your biological son?"
The rickety old man was silent for a while and then said, "Yes..."
"But I trained him to be a reserve energy source for escaping in times of danger, so I have nothing to feel guilty about."
"I didn't ask you whether you feel guilty or not. Why are you explaining so much?"
The rickety old man. "..."
"If I said I would let him go, would you regret it now?" Claire asked again.
The rickety old man closed his eyes, unwilling to face Claire's eyes that could see through people's hearts. "What's the use of saying this now? Kill me quickly. I'm just a selfish person. I have nothing to say."
"Boring." Claire patted his butt and sat up, "Then I'll meet your request."
The rickety old man also calmly accepted his fate, closed his eyes peacefully, and prepared to face his last moment.
"Buzz!" Claire's wind blade condensed again, but it did not shoot out.
"I'll give you one last chance to tell you your last words. Compared to others, I want to hear what your final words will be." Claire's words were not deceptive. He really wanted to hear the last thoughts of this person who behaved so repeatedly before he died.
The rickety old man opened his eyes again, looked at Claire, and asked after a while, "You won't kill me as soon as I open my mouth, will you?"
"..."
Claire defended. "I'm not the kind of person who has a bad taste."
"Okay." Looking at the rickety old man's expression, he was obviously lost in memories, "Barro has been a very well-behaved child since he was a child, and he also has a strong talent in wizarding..."
"When he was born, my life was about to come to an end, so I trained him as my successor. He learned witchcraft quickly and seriously. He was much better than when I was young. I really trained him as my successor at the beginning..."
Claire didn't say anything, knowing that the other party would definitely continue talking on his own.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, the rickety old man spoke again, "Later, my life gradually came to an end, and I realized that my fear of death was not actually that calm. I was afraid of death, I was really afraid of death, and I was afraid that the world after my death would be nothingness... So I set my sights on Barro."
"At that time, he was already a fourth-level wizard. As long as he reaches the fifth level, I can use secret techniques to transform all his vitality into me. Although a lot of vitality is lost during the transformation process, it is enough to let me live another hundred or two hundred years..."
"I know that with my self-control, I can't advance to the level of an epic wizard. If I live another hundred or two hundred years, I will still die..."
"So I jumped back and forth between these two mentalities. Every time I saw Barro, I had different thoughts in my heart. Sometimes I would despise my soul. This is my own grandson. Sometimes I really wanted to trade his life for mine."
"It's a pity that life can't be repeated. If I could do it again, then I wouldn't let Barro become a wizard... If he didn't become a wizard, I could give up my thoughts." The rickety old man said, his eyes could not help but turn red. "He is really good. When I wanted to kill him, I said "Don't move", and he really didn't resist at all."
Claire slapped his mouth and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Scum!"
The rickety old man laughed heartily, "Haha, yes, kill me, a scumbag, quickly."
"Satisfy you."