In the endless stretch of towering mountains, a rickety figure slowly emerged.
There are some injuries on his body, and his face is full of fatigue.
Glancing at the huge war fort on the top of one of the hills, he exhaled, a smile on his ugly face.
"Finally home!"
He quickened his pace and rushed towards the fortress.
Soon, he came to the gate of the fortress.
"Stop! Show proof!"
Two Ratman warriors in scarlet armor looked at him coldly.
"Yes, my lord."
The Scaven Assassin Collins bowed his knees, with a flattering smile on his ugly face, and handed over an emblem.
After the inspection, the Ratman warrior nodded and let him go.
Collins took two steps into the city, turned his head and glanced at the soldier in the blood-colored armor, with a trace of envy in his eyes.
The blood slaughter army… that's great.
This time I reported the news about the apprentice mage. I wonder if Master Overseer will let me enter the Blood Slaughter Army?
A glimmer of expectation flashed in Collins's eyes, and his pace was brisk, and he ran towards the Blood Slaughter Hall in the center of the fortress.
......
Blood Slaughter Hall, on the main seat of the main hall.
A tall rat man with swollen muscles and ferocious aura, wearing a hideous dark red armor, looked at Collins who was kneeling under the hall with cold eyes.
Collins' body shivered under that majestic and cold gaze.
After a moment of silence, the blood butcher Maxwell's voice sounded like a collision of steel.
"I heard that you want to see me, do you want to tell me something extremely important?"
"Yes! Yes, Honorable Blood Slaughter Commander!"
Collins' voice trembled a little.
Old Marwell couldn't see the joy and sorrow, and spoke lightly:
"Go ahead, if you can't satisfy me, you know the consequences."
Collins swallowed:
"That's it. Our adventure team ventured in the tranquil valley west of the outpost fortress. As a result, we encountered a small dimension door opened and we were drawn in…"
"Um?"
The old Marvel's body, which had been leaning on the back of the heavy chair, sat up slowly, with even greater aura.
"Small dimension gate?"
"Yes…yes, Master Overseer!"
Collins nodded excitedly when he saw old Marwell's interest.
"Yes, my lord, the small dimension gate!"
Old Marwell squinted his eyes:
"Where does it lead?"
"To the Blue Star, my lord! To the human world!"
A faint red light flashed in old Marwell's eyes.
His face condensed, an extremely strong smell of blood surged, and a viscous murderous intent surged.
The violent impact of killing intent made Collins, the mighty assassin with killing and death, cold body, as if his soul was frozen.
He almost peeed his pants!
Strain it with all your strength to hold it back!
The killing intent and the smell of blood only appeared for a moment.
The next moment it seemed like it had never appeared before, disappearing.
Old Marwell stared at the assassin who was a little scared out of his eyes:
"go on."
Collins recovered his senses, his face was pale, and he didn't care to wipe the cold sweat from his face.
"I… Our adventure team appeared in a grassland of Tin Rats…"
He trembled and finished his previous experience of going to Blue Star.
The more he said, the darker the old Marwell frowned.
When Collins finished speaking the last sentence, the old Marwell spoke slowly:
"You mean, that apprentice mage has strong defensive capabilities and terrifying attack capabilities. A apprentice mage can easily kill your four first-tier high-level professionals? And it's still a professional with a very good configuration?"
"Yes…yes my lord!"
Collins recalled the scene before, and a touch of fear appeared on his face.
"All of us! Everyone's attacks couldn't break his defense. I have never seen a trainee mage with such a strong defense!"
Old Marwell stared at Collins for a while, then slowly leaned back in his chair.
His dark red eyes were deep.
The armored phantom of bones…
This kind of skill is generally a wizard of the undead system. I don't know whether it is to absorb damage or increase defensive characteristics?
Deathbone Battlegear? Or is it a skeletal body?
No… Their attacks could break the defense before.
After that, the apprentice mage upgraded his level and changed his equipment, so he couldn't break the defense.
Understandably, after killing so many tin rats, I am afraid that he has accumulated a lot of experience.
In this way, after changing the equipment, his magical attack was greatly improved, which was fed back to the shield spell, which greatly improved his defensive ability.
It is Deathbone Battlegear.
Deathbone Battlegear… That's a d+ level skill.
The intelligence required for learning conditions should be at least 300 points. Maybe more.
Old Marvel is not a mage after all, so he can't give specific conditions, but he can roughly guess it.
Before he was level 10, he had already learned this skill.
Can an apprentice mage who is not level 10 have such a high level of intelligence?
How luxurious should his equipment be? !
A full set of c-level 10 equipment? !
Are you kidding me? !
No… this is unlikely.
Another way of thinking…
He should learn by other means.
Coupled with the equipment on his body, it should also be a c-level, and no matter how bad it is, it is also an e+-level.
C-level equipment below level 10… even wear it with you?
Old Marwell frowned.
That apprentice mage is not simple, and may even be the heir of a top human expert!
But… the next moment, there was a trace of killing intent in his dark red eyes.
He gave a sneer.
I don't know if you kill him, will that human top powerhouse go crazy? .