Chapter 164

On the sidewalk under a building.

A man in red leather armor suddenly appeared, startled the people walking on the road, and then the people on the street couldn't help rubbing their eyes and taking a closer look.

There was no one just now. Where did this strange guy come from? Is it because you are dazzled or don't see clearly in the dark? In fact, he was just here, but he didn't pay attention?

The middle-aged man looked at the man in front of him and suddenly fell into self doubt.

What ghost? I'm sure. I swear to God, there was absolutely no one here just now. This guy suddenly appeared in front of me. It's definitely not his illusion.

The man in front shook his head. His face seemed a little pale and looked uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" The man stepped forward and said with concern.

Gray shook his head hard and his head was still dizzy, but this time was undoubtedly much better than the previous two times. At least he didn't lose consciousness. It seems that he has gradually adapted. It's good.

When he heard someone care about himself, his voice seemed unreal and ethereal, but he still heard it. Gray subconsciously waved his hand, "I'm fine, thank you."

"You're really fine. Didn't you suck?" The middle-aged man suddenly changed his face and thought of another possibility. This guy's appearance is really similar to those addicts. He won't really meet such a person, will he?

Thinking of this, the man stepped back a few steps. When he was middle-aged, he had to be much more cautious than ordinary young people. He would never get into such trouble.

If an ordinary person needs help, he is willing to lend a helping hand. After all, he is kind to others, but this kind of person is a kind of self degenerate and hopeless person in his heart. He is completely hopeless. If he provokes trouble, he will only bring trouble to himself.

Gray didn't know what the man was thinking. He covered his head and rubbed it slowly to alleviate the dizziness in his brain.

Suddenly, he felt his hair stand up and a layer of goose bumps on his body, as if someone stabbed him in the head with a sharp knife.

"What?"

Without time to think more, gray grabbed the palm of his hand, and the sword in the lake appeared in his hand. Then he waved it hard over his head. The action was as fast as lightning, and the person who cared about him was startled.

"Pa!"

Gray felt as if a sword had been cut on some heavy object. The huge impact made his palm holding the long sword numb. The tiger's mouth holding the long sword cracked directly, and then the crisp sound of breaking sounded, which was the sound of breaking pottery.

As soon as the sound reached Gray's ears, he felt a pile of fragments hit him. These fragments had a strong impact. The fragments hit him were blocked by the Dragon Skin armor, but the impact still reached him, like being hit by a stone.

Other fragments directly crossed his palm, cheek and back neck, and brought out the ferocious wounds. The outflow of blood was stained on his face and body, which was more terrible and powerful, and people were afraid to approach.

Freed from captivity, he grabbed the window with one hand to avoid being killed in a high-altitude fall. Bassaze looked down at the huge pottery that fell, and just saw the scene that the pottery was cut open by a sword.

magician?

Bazadze looked at him. Ordinary people must not be able to do this. Just came out, he met a mage. Is it a coincidence?

"Shit, which miscellaneous hair is dry? Stand up to me!" Just came here, he encountered an inexplicable crisis and made himself so embarrassed. Gray, who woke up from the negative state after crossing, couldn't help scolding.

No, anger is false. If you just react a little later, the weight of that power hits you on the head. Even if you have intermediate self-healing, you can't escape death if your head is smashed.

Looking up, gray saw a man holding the window.

"It's you!" The wounds on his face and hands healed slowly, but the anger in his heart could not be eliminated. Gray was angry in his eyes, bent his knees and jumped at the man with a sword.

Basazze pulled his hands hard and the man rushed into the room through the window.

Gray then climbed in through the window, looked at the guy in front of him, walked over with a cold face, "the guy who offended me, say, how do you want to die?"

Then before he could speak, he threw a small fireball in his left hand.

In the face of such an attack, bazadze instinctively held his hands round in front of his chest. A transparent magic wrapped the small fireball and dissipated the magic.

"Wait, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." Bazadze's mind turned quickly and immediately realized that this guy thought he had dropped the thing, so he wanted to avenge him.

"Maxim dropped the pottery urn. I'm a victim like you." Seeing that the irascible guy in front of him had to fight and wanted to use force for close combat, basazze quickly explained the process in the shortest words. Although he didn't see it, he could understand it when he thought about it. Maxim must have come out before himself. No one else would deliberately destroy the pottery urn except him.

If he doesn't escape from the inside in time, the result will be miserable. Even if he has a teacher's spell and won't die until he finds Merlin's successor, he must lose at least half his life and cultivate for a period of time before he can recover. This period of time is enough for Maxim to get rid of him, find the Horcrux and release moganna, and everything is over.

"Really, do you think I'll believe you? I don't see anything, Maxim. Now you're the only one sneaking outside the window, not who are you? " Gray didn't believe it. The sharp blade pointed at bazadze, "you must give me an explanation, or you won't want to go today."

"It's not me. Maxim hoffs is the real murderer. He did it, and I was thrown down." Basazze looked at his stubborn appearance and thought whether to beat him down directly. His eyes turned. "How about I take you to find him and let him explain to you?"

"Gray." The elf flew in and sat on his shoulder.

Gray felt his mind clear and his anger abated a lot. "Is that maxim against you?"

He also wanted to make it clear that the height here was not enough, and the pottery urn could not reach that state when it fell. It had to fall from a higher place.

Moreover, the guy in front of me also looks familiar. He seems to be an evil spirit knight. He has two brushes. He may not be able to fight. Write it down for the time being.

Of course, this is not his advice, but his feeling that he should clarify the truth and not wronged good people.

Bazadze nodded. "Yes, hoffs was sealed in the pottery urn with me. He escaped first and wanted to destroy the pottery urn and kill me or make me unable to stop his action for the time being."

What's this maxim hoffas, a demon? It seems that he hasn't appeared in the evil spirit knight. This guy is not a evil spirit knight. What is that? He seems to have extraordinary power. "Then I can't trust you for the time being unless you give me something as a mortgage."

Basazze glanced at the window outside, touched it in his clothes, took out a white gem the size of a soybean and threw it to gray, "you're also a magician, and you don't seem to have a magic tool. This can help you cast spells. Take it. It's better to find magic materials to make a staff or ring."

He has seen that the guy opposite has believed in himself. He just comes up and goes back angrily. He can't get through it. He even wants to blackmail himself.

However, he doesn't care. It's just a small gem to assist in casting magic. It's less than one-fifth of the surface of the magic ring in his hand. The effect is far from enough. He can't use it at all. He can help himself deal with Hoffa and have more helpers.