"Turn into flower fertilizer in less than a minute?" Angel looked at Sanders in surprise: "is the ogre so powerful?"
Angel knew that the fighting power of the ogre should be stronger than him, but he didn't expect to get such a high evaluation from Sanders. Even Sanders can't support it for a minute? This is too exaggerated! It was so small that angel once thought it was cute.
"There are at least 2O restricted areas in the projection area of the nightmare world, and I dare not set foot in them easily with my strength. Among these restricted areas, the most terrible is the magic flower tunnel. This tunnel is what you call the channel without light, and the tunnel is full of boundless magic flower." Sanders: "the ogre is an intermediate demon. Compared with the strength of a wizard, the ogre can reach a senior apprentice at most. I can deal with ten and a hundred ogres. But you know, in the ogre tunnel, there are not only a few ogres, but millions of ogres. I dare not face so many ogres."
"In addition, there is a magic eater in the magic eater tunnel, which is the one that can float. If you are only contaminated with the smell of the magic eater, you can get here safely. It can be seen how powerful it is." Sanders didn't talk too much about the Lord of magic eaters, just click to the end. This kind of legendary monster, even if it only mentions each other in words, may make each other feel.
"It turns out that the potherb is so powerful..." angel couldn't help feeling that he still had doubts about the potherb: "there's a question I don't understand. Why can I feel the mood of the potherb?"
Sanders didn't care much about this: "because they want to communicate with you, they will open their emotions to you. They don't care about people who don't want to communicate at all. This can only show that angel is very popular with Troll eaters."
"It's also strange. After you entered the nightmare world, not only did the flying skull monster not attack you, but even the magic eating flowers were so friendly to you? It's normal that there were no demons attacking you, because you have the smell of the magic eating flower king's saliva, but the original flying skull monster didn't attack you, which is very strange."
When he heard Sanders' question, angel also had doubts. He always thought that he didn't encounter the devil who took the initiative to attack because of his good luck, but there seemed to be another secret.
"In fact, I have asked the Lord of magic eaters similar questions, but its answer is very strange."
Sanders: Oh? Strange? How strange
When it comes to the answer of the Lord of magic food, angel's cheeks flash a blush, "it says I have... The smell of the queen."
"The smell of the queen?!" Sanders was also stunned. He had a lot of guesses, but he didn't expect that the final answer was so strange.
Sanders turned around angel for a while, and his head reached over and sniffed him for a long time.
"The deep sea like breath on you comes from the saliva of the magic flower king. There is no other breath." Sanders didn't understand. What about the Queen's breath? Could it be that the flying skull monster and the magic flower eater are friendly to Angel because they don't attack angel because of this inexplicable Queen's breath?
In the end, there was no useful answer to this question. Sanders can only blame angel's talent for something special.
"Well, skip this question first." Sanders: "then you left the magic flower tunnel and didn't encounter any magic objects all the way. So you found here?"
Angel shook his head and said it was not as smooth as Sanders had guessed.
Sanders was quite surprised and said, "no, you have the smell of magic flower eating King's saliva. There should be no low-level demons to trouble you. Even intermediate demons may not deal with you. Did you encounter high-level demons?"
Angel looked at the cheap tutor, his face was handsome, with mature and steady charm, but he thought of another Sanders in his mind. In his youth, Sanders had little change in appearance, but his temperament was not steady and self-sustaining, but with publicity and indomitable conceit. In addition to still talking less, they are really different.
"Angel, what are you thinking?" Sanders asked.
Angel regained his mind and said in a trance, "I haven't met a high-level demon, but I met a person."
"Alone? Who?"
Angel did not answer immediately, but took a dagger and a short black stick from his waist and put them in front of Sanders.
Seeing these two things, Sanders' pupils shrank sharply, quickly picked up the dagger from the table, looked at the undamaged blade, the white strip wrapped around the handle and the familiar pattern, and he was suddenly stunned.
There is a pattern on the sheath of the dagger: the wings of the long sword are spread and inserted on the thorns and roses.
Pull out the dagger and there is a row of small flower words on the back of the blade: Rose invincible, glory forever.
"Thorn rose dagger..." Sanders whispered.
This dagger is not an alchemical weapon, but a weapon in Sanders's family when he was a mortal. The pattern on it is the family emblem, and the language on it is the family motto.
As a mortal weapon, the thorn rose dagger can be said to cut iron like mud, but since he became a wizard, this weapon has been basically useless. He took it with him just for a thought.
Looking at the dagger in his hand, Sanders slowly took out a dagger from himself.
The two Das like as two peas are compared. Apart from the degree of attrition, the appearance, material and size can be exactly the same.
"How can as like as two peas?" Sanders looked shocked.
Sanders put down his dagger and picked up another short black stick.
He himself also carried an alchemy wand, but the wand was an alchemy master from sky Machinery City. It was longer than this, and the level was much higher. The short black wand in hand is just a basic alchemical wand with a flame sign on one side of the wand.
This flame symbol is the totem of the savage cave.
This wand is obviously the standard wand of the savage cave. You can exchange it directly through points. It can be said to be the most common kind of magic wand. But Sanders was no stranger to the wand angel took out. The familiar scratch instantly brought his memory to 200 years ago
That was before he was promoted to an official wizard.
As an apprentice, without deep background, reliance and backing, Sanders can only spell everything with his own hands. He still remembers looking for opportunities in his struggle every day and night, and countless close contacts with death.
This wand followed him on a long journey. Until an accident, the wand was damaged when fighting with people.
It can be said that this is a magic wand of commemorative significance to Sanders. But as early as 200 years ago, he recycled the wand material and completely annihilated it in the world. But what he didn't expect was that he would see this wand again in his lifetime.
With a little feeling, he put down his wand. Sanders looked straight at Angel: "who is the person you see?"