Chapter 49 Shadow!

The shadow was indeed half smaller than before. Wang Qi's heart was secretly accepted, but his spiritual power overwhelmed him. At the same time, the magic wand was raised, and the seven-level magic idea was connected. The shadow was immediately controlled by Wang Qi's mind and stopped obediently.

Wang Qi walked into the shadow and carefully explored its consciousness, but could not find any information. The shadow's intelligence was extremely low, with only the basic survival instinct and the absorption of the spiritual power of others. Its spiritual absorption is much more domineering than the spiritual fusion technique invented by York. It does not need such a complicated ritual at all. It is born with this talent. Although only half of this was caught, Wang Qi found that its spiritual power was quite strong. No wonder he could withstand his own blow without dying. He shook his head, and his spiritual power suddenly started, and the consciousness of the shadow was completely dispersed. Then the shadow-like body began to slowly dissipate, and the magic fluctuation gradually subsided, as if it had never existed.

However, he was hit so hard by Wang Qi that the intelligence of this shadow also seemed to realize the danger of the city and completely disappeared again. Wang Qi looked for it for several days, and he was helpless. The European continent is so big that he can't look for it in one city, so he has to go home first. This shadow will grow, and sooner or later it will commit a crime. At that time, it can naturally be cleaned up.

On the mountain road outside York Manor, the two confronted each other.

Ankos's eyes were cold, and he pressed a long knife and stared at each other. Opposite him was a mage in his thirties, dressed in an ordinary magic robe, with a five-pointed star badge hanging on his chest. He was empty-handed, relaxed, and had a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he disdained the young man in front of him. Ankos retreated slowly and was extremely nervous. Although his opponent was not as good as his mentor Menes, he could not cope with it at all, so although he was very emotional, he would not do such a stupid thing that he knew that he would die.

However, Ankos suddenly stopped, because the taste of mockery on the other party's face was stronger. Obviously, he did not mean to let him go. In this case, it was meaningless to retreat. It was better to fight to the death. His eyes became more focused, and the muscles of his whole body were adjusted to the best state. The magic around him fluctuated more and more violently, and gradually condensed on the long knife. The white frozen gas turned into strips of airflows lingering around the knife, and then suddenly contracted. The long knife turned into the original transparent color, which seemed to return to the state of no magic. State.

A trace of surprise appeared on the mage's face, and then turned into admiration. He smiled and said, "Your expression now looks like a person."

"Who is it?" Ankos said in a low voice that he was looking for an opportunity.

"Well, he looks exactly like you, but he is not a magician. Well, he may be dead now, although I just hit him casually.

Ankos's eyes suddenly widened and said, "Did you hurt him?"

"Haha, his injury is not serious, but I left a little magic in his body."

Ankos suddenly understood why Wang Qi, an ordinary person, could kill his younger brother. It turned out that he had been seriously injured before. He was furious in his heart, and his cold eyes were covered with a layer of deep hatred. The magic fluctuation on his body became more and more violent. Suddenly, he pulled out his knife quickly, walked with the knife, and split it on his opponent's head. In an instant, the white cold air burst out, making people feel as if he were in the extreme. Ankos learned the original melee magic created by his mentor Menes. With his talent in swordsmanship, the mage at the same level is not his opponent at all. This knife condenses his strongest magic and is quite powerful. As long as he hits it, the general situation is determined, but the opponent is unwilling to give him this opportunity.

The mage sneered and waved his right hand in front of him, ejecting Ancos a few meters away like dust. The cold immediately dissipated. Then his left hand stretched out to the front, scratched five fingers, and the palm pointed to Ancos. His lips trembled slightly. Ancos felt as if there was an invisible big hand. Grasp his whole body, and there is a strong force squeezing inward, making him breathless.

Ankos's eyes were still full of hatred, struggling repeatedly, but the power of hatred could not match the absolute strength. The mage didn't care about his resistance, but increased the magic output, and Ankos lost the ability to struggle. The power became more and more huge. Ancos slowly floated into the air. His body began to twist, his expression twitched, and blood gushed out from everywhere. Before long, he became a pile of inhuman flesh and blood. The mage frowned, smashed a flame with his right hand, burned his body into ashes in an instant, and then a gust of wind blew, and there was no more Ankos in the world. During the whole process, the mage looked indifferent, as if he had done a trivial thing.

After cleaning up Ankos, the mage took his long knife and walked up the mountain.

The door of York Manor has been repaired and closed tightly, but for him, it is not an obstacle at all. With a little push, he forcibly pushed the door open. After entering the manor for a few steps, he saw an old man coming here. It was Vern who found someone invading.

Fern's consciousness is very simple. If the other party maliciously breaks in, it must be eliminated. However, after all, he doesn't know magic. Only one face to face was imprisoned by the mage with magic. Fortunately, the mage did not disdain to kill him at all, so he saved his life.

The mage walked uphill and into the big house, but he didn't see the master come out, so he couldn't help frowning. He sensed it and found that there was a magic fluctuation at the bottom of the front, so he walked forward and went to the underground magic research laboratory. But it also disappointed him. There was no one there. He casually walked around the room and found some low-level magic crystal and crystal powder, which seemed to him to be worthless. However, when he picked up a copy of Wang Qi's York's note on the table and looked through a few pages, his face finally appeared happily. He looked at it for a while, put the notebook in his pocket, and then looked through it again, but found a delicate box. When he opened the box, he felt a strong magic fluctuation. He took a closer look, but it was a few black and lightless stones. The mage looked surprised and said, "There is actually a transmission stone-level magic material here. I'm really lucky."

Wang Qi carefully hid behind the tree and stared at the mage who passed not far away. He restrained all the magic fluctuations and did not dare to use his spiritual power to detect the other party. When he returned near the manor, he sensed Fern's spiritual fluctuations. The spiritual connection between Fern and him was much closer than others. Although the distance between the two was far more than 200 meters, he could still sense some simpler information.