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"Master, the wizard seems to recognize me. Look at..."

The insect witch Billis licked his lips, a look of hunger and thirst.

"Hold him. If you just report the information, you can get them. If there are any other attempts, I don't mind washing the route..." Grim looked around at the scenery and decided.

"Understand! Give it to me..."

The worm Wubilis snorted and the insects hidden under the black burq squirmed gently. A torso-sized torso fell to the ground and broke into countless tiny black beetles, quietly rushing down the floor in all directions.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire floating boat was supervised.

In particular, the second-order association wizard Ralph, who is in charge of the floating boat, was attached to the sole of the shoe by a group of black bugs, which became the focus of the surveillance of the insects, but he did not know.

In the middle of the night, the floating boat flies above the thick clouds, and underneath it is the vast and innocent Black Forest.

A faint invisible enchantment enveloped the periphery of the floating boat, eliminating its trail.

With this layer of invisible enchantment, most of the low-intelligence monsters can not detect the existence of the floating boat, which ensures the safety of navigation. As for those who can detect the existence of floating boats through the faint witchcraft fluctuations, they have been afraid of the wizards of the association, and naturally they dare not easily rob the means of transportation with the association logo.

At night, in order to maintain the privacy of the floating boat, all ship wizards are prohibited from using any witchcraft. So bored, they either go to the flight deck, admire the Black Forest under the night, or hide in their home to do some research or meditation.

At the bottom of the cabin, inside a tightly guarded room, the Ralph was sitting on the wooden table and was communicating with someone at the headquarters through a diamond-shaped strange crystal.

"... Are you sure that it is the legendary witch?" The other end of the crystal is an old wizard who is frowning and hearing Ralph's remarks. He finally couldn't help but insert a mouth.

"This...not sure! But it's very likely..."

"Why do you judge this?"

"Because it has been determined that one of the two black robes is the worm Wubilis, and he can be regarded as one of the core strengths in the Crimson family over the years. According to my observation, the worm seems to be special to another person. Respect, everywhere shows the posture of the other side. So I guess that another person is probably the crimson patriarch Grim..."

"Well, as you said, the possibility of another Grimm is really great. At least the Shenhong family seems to have only one of them to meet these qualities. When did you arrive at the end of the voyage?"

"After 37 days..."

"Understood, then keep monitoring... forget it, don't do anything, don't pay special attention to these two people, I will arrange it as appropriate. Be careful, don't anger these guys, 4th-level wizards don't have A good person!"

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

Where did Ralph know that when he was secretly connected to a distant place in a room protected by multiple witches, more than a dozen tiny black spots on the floor under his feet were silently monitoring his every move.

A simple cabin on the second floor of the ship.

The insect witch Billis sat on the empty wooden bed, and the body under the black robe swelled from time to time, and it seemed to be awkward.

And the locusts that he showed outside, the complex eyes around the insects are alternately flashing, and the faintly reflected in the hundreds of images. Some are quietly moving in the cabin, some are chatting on the deck, and more are browsing books or deep meditation...

You know, most of the wizards have a perverted fear of their own safety, so they are not absolutely safe places, they will never enter deep meditation.

The insects scattered by the insects and the squad can pass through the surveillance squad on the floating boat, and they can pass through the sorcerer's array of sorcerers in the cabin, and sneak into such a close to monitor their every move. This means that the other's life and death is actually in his hands.

In the way of Billis, it is easy to kill any of them. Even more subtle, Billis can also arrange their death into an unexpected witchcraft experiment, so that others can not see any flaws.

This kind of enemy life and death is in me, and the sense of **** in which the situation is under control is the most obsessive with Billis!

However, if he is so arrogant, there is still a place on the ship that he would never dare to approach easily.

That is the room where the deep red master Greem rests.

Perhaps the rest of the sorcerers on the floating boat are too low, and they realize that they are not experiencing the near-explosive terrorist energy radiation in Grem. In their eyes, Grimm is just a 1st-order wizard who is slightly more lonely and quiet.

In the view of Billis, Glim is simply a moving volcano, and it has been suppressed for thousands of years, and it is brewing a terrible volcano. The cabin in which he lived was filled with even the horrible flame energy of scalp tingling in Billis.

Every time he directed the swarm to climb and climb on the floating boat, Billis tried to stay away from Grem's room. He really felt fear, fearing that the proximity of the swarm would trigger the silent volcano.

If this terrible force erupts, I am afraid that this floating boat, together with the wizard above, will be completely vaporized by the horrible flame, and even the bones will not be found.

In the cabin where Glim was living, he finally opened his eyes leisurely.

The fire coral wand standing in front of the body has been burnt red, and the intense high temperature has even distorted the surrounding void, making the scene in the room become indifferent.

An imaginary fire chain was built between the fire **** of the stick head and the rule heart of Grem. A stock of pure fire energy like a hot magma flows back and forth between the fire chains. Every time it runs, it seems that the energy itself will undergo some strange changes.

The color also changed from the original reddish white to the golden yellow.

This color shift also means that the level of flame energy is constantly increasing.

Since seeing the flame king in the depths of the ashes, Grim has a general direction for the energy form of higher-order creatures. Now, he wants to continue to improve himself. On the one hand, he needs to constantly deepen his feelings about the flame. On the other hand, he needs to increase his mental strength madly.

Without high spiritual strength, you don’t want to control the violent and dangerous fire elements in a small and small way. Without high spiritual strength, you don’t want to compress the pure and unruly fire elements...

In the case that its level is still very low, Glim's understanding of the fire element is to treat it as an elemental particle that can be manipulated and can be kneaded at will. However, as he became more aware of the flame and improved his mental acuity, he became more and more aware of the character of the flame...

Yes, the flame also has its own character!

Just like the gentle relaxation of the water element, the unrulyness of the wind element, and the solidity of the earth element, the fire element that Glim urgently wants to master is so passionate. Everything becomes very simple along with their elemental characteristics. But against their elemental characteristics, the caster will find that they are so difficult to get along with.

The power of the flame lies in its violent, its destruction...

Such a flamboyant and wild element falls into the hands of a savage wizard, and naturally cannot exert all their power. Only those who are temperamental, who never care about the consequences can take the power of the flame witchcraft to the extreme.

In contrast, Glim was too bound to his own nature in the past battles, too dependent on chip support.

Although this has improved a lot in safety, it has also hindered the deep integration of his body and mind and fire elements.

Especially in the 4th order, every further Glim can feel the resistance and incitement from the fire element. The delay in taming the elements of fire also made Glim’s own perception of the flame somewhat retarded.

However, after thinking about this, Glim did not regret it!

Being able to control the flame in your own hands is a good flame. If you have to sacrifice some of your senses in order to improve your affinity with the flames, then Grimm would rather be shut out of the fire.

But this does not mean that Glim is going to give up the flame.

Since it is impossible to let go of the transformation of the body and mind to accept the elements of fire, and cannot place its own safety on the violent and fierce elements of the fire, then Grimm can only find another way to improve the level of his own flame energy by other means and means.

Your own perception of the flame is not enough. You can't continue to compress and purify the flame energy, so go find a substitute. Grim's choice is: Vulcan beads!

Glim set up a fire chain between the heart of the rule and the Vulcan Pearl, and sent the flame energy that condensed in his body to the Vulcan Pearl, and used it to compress and purify it. Then, the compressed and purified singular flame is transmitted back to the heart of the rule, and the singular law of the inner immersion is used to radiate the heart of the rule...

Limited to Grim's current mental strength, as well as the tolerance of the rule of the heart, such radiation transformation can only be gradual, slow, and time is very long and arduous.

Therefore, in the strange perception of the insects and witches, it will be found that Grim's indoors are always full of terrible flame energy. Its intensity, its intensity, and its level of power have clearly surpassed the current level of Glim!

This has made Bilis feel more and more surprised, and from the bottom of his heart, there is an unacceptable attitude of surrender...