Lord Roar

Chapter 205 Missing
After a night of carnival, Alan woke up the next day with a dull pain in his head. When he walked out of the house, he saw the busy Janna blushing and stealing a glance at him. She shook her head quickly, pretending to be a sleepy He looks drunk, but his acting skills are very exaggerated, and his expression is not in place.

In his last life, Allen was also a beer drinker who seldom met opponents. As a result, since he came to the Great Wasteland, he basically poured it every time he drank it. Even little Zach could drink better than him.

No way, not to mention the barbarian warriors in the camp, half a bucket of rye spirits alone is no problem, and the dwarves are even more capable of drinking it well, they all want to soak to death in the wine barrel, it is said that several Over the past hundred years, the lifespan of dwarves has continued to increase. In the past, a dwarf could live for more than 200 years, but now it can live to more than 300 years.

Allen doubted that the dwarves were richer hundreds of years ago, and the reason why they lived so short was probably because of gastric perforation and drinking to death.

But now the dwarves are very poor, so they are more resistant to living.

In addition to the Bloodhoof tribe and the dwarves, there are also a large group of giants, and those guys are all masters who hold wine barrels as wine glasses.

Ellen was carried down last night, and when he returned to the bedroom, he vomited and screamed. It was Giselle and Princess Janna who waited on him for half the night.

However, the sharp-eyed Babylon found that his chief didn't seem to drink half as much as before last night, especially after Jana ran out of the chief's bedroom with a flushed face in the second half of the night, and there was a burst of laughter in the bedroom.

Babylon the Great guessed right, Alan did not drink too much, but he was so strong and cowardly, he took advantage of Giselle and Janna by taking advantage of the strength of the wine, but it was not too much, it was nothing more than a chest attack Just wipe the oil twice.

It's a pity that after Princess Janna left, Alan was eaten tofu by Giselle again. .

Everything in the camp was normal. The soldiers got up early and divided into two camps to continuously practice offensive and defensive positions. The dwarves who had nothing to do were watching the fun, and the children in the camp had their morning classes.

Pretending to walk in front of the God of War statue, Allen made a few random gestures, and howled twice: "The light of the God of War is everywhere" and other scene words, and silently read a few words made up by himself, such as the supremacy of the God of Chaos Prayer, and finally thought about it, and said good morning to the dwarf god and the titan god.

Anyway, there are a large group of gods, only those who occupy the side with Allen, and he didn't let any of them go, and they all prayed and blessed them perfunctorily.

Allen was just about to play a set of catching punches to move his muscles and bones. Rooney walked over frowning, followed by old Zach who was also frowning.

Allen looked puzzled, looked at old Zach and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rooney said succinctly: "Master Conslet did not return overnight."

Allen smiled wryly. It seems that the most worrying situation has happened. This old guy has always been a restless master, and he often talks about going to the southern parish to kill a few cardinals.

Before that, the old man either brought apprentices or cats rarely showed up in the mage tower, but he had never gone out alone, let alone not returning overnight.

The southern parish is not too far from the southern side of the Great Wilderness. If you don't stop day and night, you can ride a fast horse for a day and a night.

But for Conslet, who has already stepped into the holy step with half a foot, he can reach it within half a day. With his cultivation base, he can fly several kilometers away with a single elemental teleportation.

Take a shot to kill a few archbishops in red, and then use the magic power to teleport back, at most one night can finish the job.

"Little Zach also didn't return overnight." Old Zack's voice was very hoarse.

Allen was startled. After seeing old Zach's worried face, he remembered what Babylon said last night. When rescuing old Lacey, little Zach left with the handsome old man. The two rode a bone dragon , and did not return to the Bloodhoof camp.

Isn't it fun to kill a Holy Light magister, and the old man really took little Zack to the southern parish to play wild in order to pretend?
"Don't worry, old Zach, I believe Conslet will not put little Zach in danger." Although Alan was also worried, he still tried to comfort the old chief.

But what Allen said is right. Little Zack, who has never had a serious job, is not outstanding in combat skills, but he is smart and eager to learn. Showing extremely high magical talent, even among the children in the Bloodhoof Camp, they have made rapid progress.

Now Conslet treats little Zach as his own son, and takes care of him more than the old Zack, so Allen believes that the handsome old man will try his best to protect little Zach.

Old Zack didn't answer, but Rooney shook his head and said, "The element imprint tracking in the magic tower has disappeared!"

"What?" Allen panicked after hearing Rooney's words.

In the magic tower in the Bloodhoof camp, each floor has an element imprint belonging to the element users in the camp. This unique imprint has an extremely special uniqueness. After the magician pours the magic essence in the body into a fixed space, the distance between The closer it is, the stronger the element imprint will be, on the contrary, the farther the distance will be, the weaker the element state of the imprint will be.

Except for the old Lacey who just arrived at the Bloodhoof camp, Conslet, Duff, and Rooney all infused the elemental essence and sealed it in the Sorcerer's Stone.

Moreover, Conslet was the first to make this suggestion, who knew that he was also the first to have a problem.

In Allen's words, this elemental tracking method is magic GPS navigation. Once something unexpected happens, through the early warning of the Mage Tower, everyone can know the situation of the elemental users in the first place.

If the elemental imprint disappears, there are only two possibilities. One is that the magician does not have any elemental essence in his body, that is, he is dead and his body is cold, and the elemental essence in the mage tower naturally disappears.

The second is that the subject is too far away from the elemental imprint, completely cutting off the elemental connection with the elemental imprint, but Rooney has ruled out this situation.

Because after a long distance, the disappearance of the magic element essence will be a gradual process, it will only become more and more faint, and eventually dim, and it will not completely dim in an instant.

With a cultivation base that has reached Conslet's level, it can be said that even if he runs to the edge of the St. Cassis Continent, this situation will not happen.

Moreover, there is no such thing as a signal tower not covering the St. Cassis Continent, and it is even more impossible that Conslet and Little Zach dug deep and hid below.

Then there are only two possibilities left, either that Conslet died, or he entered another space. In these two cases, the elemental imprint cannot be traced at all.

Conslet now has a large group of magic apprentices, not to mention the children in the camp, and soon other tribes will send many half-grown children for him to choose. This is like an old lottery player who bought dozens of pairs of color balls. One day, the Lottery General Administration had a convulsion and told the lottery players that we would unconditionally give you a first prize every week, and it had to be a double addition.

So Conslet has no reason to go to other dimensions to find apprentices.

After excluding this point, Allen's face began to sweat. He couldn't think of anyone on the San Cassis Continent who could kill the handsome old man silently.

In theory, anyone who could pose a threat to Conslet could be counted on one hand, and among them was Eastwood, a thousand-year-old treant with a worrying IQ who served as a security guard at the Bloodhoof Camp.

Except for the treant security guard who has never shown his full strength, the rest are the Great Pope who has never made a move. It is said that the magic power of the Holy Light Department has surpassed the holy rank, as well as the two holy ranks and the three sword masters.

All of a sudden, Allen's head was huge, and rumored names kept coming to mind.

(End of this chapter)