Chapter 392

Seeing Constantine disappear from the door, Su Ming puts away the cell phone on the desk.

Originally placed on the small round table of the candle, at this time melted into a pool of white sticky, like the traces of vomiting.

"Hey, Bobo, Constantine said Tracy was alive, and nightshade took her to the shadow world."

Bobo looked at him from the side, then looked down at his hands covered with black ash and various human tissues, sighed, straightened up and closed his eyes.

"This scum, he could have said it earlier. He wanted to see how I couldn't eat after the event."

Albera shrugged indifferently: "this is your bar anyway. These bodies will be cleaned up sooner or later."

"Since Tracy is not dead, all these things are left to her. Hum, it's all her responsibility to have a mage party in the bar."

The orangutan has been planning how to squeeze Tracy when she comes back, such as salary deduction, wage deduction, wage deduction and so on.

Now that he has gone to the shadow world, Bobo is relieved.

It was a small plane attached to the world. Before, there was a demon in it, and her brother, who tried to control the night shadow, crossed with her incest.

However, the goods had long been killed by night shadow and demon girl. Now the shadow world is a barren land in the dark.

Don't talk about the enemy, not even a hair.

"All right, the next goal is to find the fourth holder and dispose of it, albera. What do you think?"

Su Ming asks the female mage, who is washing the black ash on her hands with wine.

"There is no divination in hell magic. All kinds of divination props are also immune to Hecate. Now we have to use a more primitive method, that is... To contact the sorcerers I know one by one."

It's a solution, but it takes too much time.

In fact, it is easier to build a chat group with network software. However, many mages don't even use mobile phones.

They were born too early, and they don't like things with modern technology. For them, the means of communication basically relies on magic pets to send letters or send messages by magic.

Su Ming felt his chin. As soon as he heard this plan, he knew that it would take a lot of time. With that skill, it was estimated that the fourth engraver himself had come out.

"Orangutan, I have other ways. The shadow plane reminds me."

Bobo put on his hat again, took a few sips of his wine from the bar, and then took the nightblade out of his suit pocket.

"Although I don't know how to kill enemies with this sword, it has a basic function...

he held the sword in both hands and held it high, which made Su Ming feel that there would be a thunder soon, and then the orangutan would become a super muscle man or something.

Thunder did come. A bright white electric light ran through the blade. It was the lightning that divided the world. It was a strange energy.

Belonging to the power of the legendary weapon of night blade, Bobo has seen it countless times in the hands of his former friends.

The dark tavern was gradually submerged by the light. A huge crack full of colorful aura was unfolded in front of several people. Everything around became unreal. Several people seemed to be held by invisible big hands and pulled into the cracks directly.

"Whoo, welcome to Maia, the plane of magic."

The orangutan detective took up the night blade and scratched his head. He didn't do anything. He just told the night blade to open the portal.

Su Ming looked around, and it was true that everything was full of magical atmosphere. The plane of the high devil was like this. There were traces of magic everywhere, as well as the architectural form of pursuing the unity of man and nature.

The pursuit of the unity of man and nature in Europe and the United States is different from that in Asia. They like towering towers and pointed roofs. In short, the higher they are, the closer they are to the sky.

However, it is only a subordinate plane, so its rules are not complete. Even if there are not anthropomorphic animals and things like the dream country, there are many things here that look unreal.

"You didn't take us to the house of hecat?" Donna looked at the flowers on the roadside. All the flowers that should have bloomed in different seasons are now in full bloom. The strong fragrance makes her more alert.

"Oh, of course not. Maia's magic is generated by this plane itself. It is the source of power. It doesn't steal or rob, so it's also a safe place."

Bobo immediately explained that he took a few people to the densely populated street, and now they are in the garden of the palace.

Master night loves it here.

Bobo doesn't have any magic skills and can't adjust the position of the portal. He has to make do with it.

Su Ming knows some things here, but when it comes to magic, he often can't say clearly and can't guarantee the intelligence is correct.

The magic plane Maia is more like the source of goblin magic, representing the little girl with dragonfly wings flying around, or the Irish dwarf with green hat.

Of course, unicorns and Pegasus are the sources of power for special Warcraft.It can be said that Maia is still in the development of the source of magic.

However, because hecat directly stole fire from the outside world, dark sorcery has occupied the mainstream of the world in the historical evolution, because that kind of power is easier to master and has no requirement for blood.

The original goblin magic of the earth, on the contrary, is only spread to some mages of the side door, or sub-human creatures.

There was a little ember in the ash pile under the stove. It was difficult to make a fire, so hecat stole a volcano from the next door.

But she didn't seem to think that the black volcano had its own owners, and the inversion people would come to collect the money now.

"The scenery here is good, but it's not a good time to travel now."

Su Ming took off his helmet. The air here is very fresh. It's the natural breath that you can't help smiling when you breathe.

"No, it's not about traveling, it's about finding a friend, the guru of prophecy."

The orangutan took a few people quickly through the castle, and even entertained a few people to visit. There were not many pedestrians on the road. The aboriginal life here is very simple.

Although they look like human beings, there are more or less magical creatures in their bodies, which can be said that all of them are warlocks.

And the other half of the blood to bring a variety of primitive impulse, is the price of goblin magic.

But it is because of this that they can accept a talking orangutan as the master of the night and become the nominal ruler.

Su Ming looks at Donna. She is already attracted by the magic snacks on the street. She wants to try the luminous ice cream.

But the dollar doesn't work here.

"Silver, gold or precious stones are still used for trading here. I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of carrying those things with me." The orangutan patted his pocket to signal that he had nothing.

He would not have ordered the merchant to deliver the goods with the night blade, and there was business now.

"I knew I should have brought some jindraks." Donna was obviously disappointed. After all, it was strange to have gold coins with her when she was in college.

Su Ming looks at Donna step by step and sighs. After all, he wants her to work as a bait. She really needs to be sweet.

To control the team, we still need to be open and moderate. Like Batman, we always use a sense of mission and strategy to maintain unity, which is not suitable for the death knell.

"I'll buy them. I should have... Eh?"

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