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"Mo Mo?"

"Have you seen the vice regiment?"

"Where did Mo Mo go?"

"Where is Mo Ye?"

"Where did my sister go?"

"Why didn't Mo Mo return to the team?"

Questions of almost similar content are staged on different people every day, and almost become the opening content of the big guys in the Yanlu Islands who meet and greet every day.

More than a month after the Battle of Basra Star, Mo Ye also mysteriously disappeared for more than half a month. Fifteen days have passed since the last time Mo Ye contacted Yan An. Mo Ye is neither in the egg shop nor in the town of Boer. People and the world evaporate as if there is no audio, even personal shadows, and communication does not return.

If it weren’t for the Quiche to park on the coast of the Yanluo Islands, Yan An almost thought Mo Ye was driving the Quizzes to revenge the Emperor of the Weilan Empire.

Standing on the coast and looking at the egg cake that was opening the roof to absorb solar energy, Yan An supported the mirror frame and rubbed the sudden temple. Wouldn't he go alone without riding the egg cake?

This suspicion is not impossible. Yan An's expression became tangled. It should be impossible. It should be said that the two major forces of 11 and Luo Meizi should be brought together.

Yan An boarded the Egg Cake and found the half-moon that was watering flowers and plants. This is probably the only insider who might know the whereabouts of Mo Ye. After all, Half-moon and Xiaoqi are the two who can use special signal fluctuations even if the star network signal is cut off. Out of print.

"Half a month, Mo Mo has been missing for half a month. Do you know where she went?"

Half-moon floated in the middle of the flowers and grass, with his hands on his chest, directing the sprinklers in the rhythmic sub-region of the sprinkler system, without raising his head and smiling, he asked, "Head Yan, are you in a hurry to find the little master?"

How to say this, the head leader who is busy flying every day is full of bitter tears, why is he so hot and bitter, a lot of things in the group need to be dealt with, find Mo Ye, please don’t worry, don’t worry Also anxious, so this is really impossible to answer.

Yan An just asked a question every day, and did not expect Han Yue to answer an accurate answer.

The answer every day for half a month is exactly the same, including the smile expression.

In fact, Half Moon didn't know where Mo Ye was. He and Xiao Qi lost contact with each other for half a month.

After the end of the battle, Burgess left the orbit of Basra Star and chose a new anchorage.

The star territory of the Northwest Frontier of the Free Confederation became the main battlefield for the Zerg and Weilan Empire to attack the Free Confederation. The Northwest Border Guards were very busy, and Burgess, their ally, was not idle.

Although Burgess changed its berth, it did not leave the Northwest Starfield of the Free Confederation. For the Explorers, staying here is undoubtedly a more convenient choice for missions.

From the main regiment to the various sub-regiments, they are busy hunting for scores. The Zerg army and the fleet of the Weilan Empire are pressing step by step. The federal northwest border guard is under great pressure.

Burgess's stay has added a lot of help, although it is paid.

So where is the missing mage?

In the ancient city of Navier, in the cemetery.

Mo Ye didn't really plan to stay for so long at the beginning, thinking of the time difference anyway, and not specifically informing others, who knew that the plan was not as smooth as expected.

After the last few battles, Mo Ye was only half a step away from comprehending the ice system’s original law, only a little bit, but she couldn’t get through, so she planned to use the time difference to give the last point Thinking deeply, Mo Ye clearly underestimated the difficulty of breaking through the last point, and the stay time had to be lengthened.

Once a magician begins to practice retreat, he often ignores everything around him, and his sensitivity to the passage of time also decreases.

Forest of Death,

The dark and moist atmosphere filled the sea breeze and the air seemed to be mixed with a slight **** smell. This **** smell made the evil spirits in the death forest more crazy and the wind screamed.

Mo Ye was hidden in a bush, carefully concealing his breath, and endured the tingling from his arm.

There is a five-inch ruled wound on the right arm. The wound is deep in the flesh and the epidermis is turned out. The wound looks quite cruel,

The dark skin around the wound has a tendency to spread to the surroundings. It is somewhat surprising that such a wound appeared on the body of a Samsung Space Magister.

"Master, your wounds need to be treated immediately, and the epidermal cells are necrotic on a large scale." Xiao Qi is very worried about Mo Ye's physical condition.

Mo Ye sighed and nodded. She knew Xiao Qi was right. The wounds caused by these evil spirits are extremely corrosive and diffusible, and the consequences of not dealing with it in time will be very serious.

On the premise of not using space magic, mental power is also suppressed at the same time, as a crisp magician, the battle risk factor is indeed a geometric multiple increase.

Especially when fighting to insist on using only ice magic as the dominant factor, it also makes the battle more and more difficult. After all, ice magic is not so good for dealing with undead creatures immune to physical attacks.

Fortunately, such a wound is not incurable for Mo Ye, although it hurts.

A healing light falls on the right arm, and the warm light enters the arm wound,

The intense pain at the moment of "hiss" made Mo Ye take a breath.

The healing energy of the light system is intertwined with the corrosive life left behind by the evil fruit. For Mo Ye, the pain is the most intuitive feeling. The healing process is actually more painful than the injured moment.

It really hurts the mage baby!

The bleeding wound began to heal, the black on the surrounding skin gradually faded away, and the continuous healing light finally defeated the black death.

If the time difference in the cemetery was not tempting, and Mo Ye felt that time was not enough, she would never choose to come here to retreat to the epiphany of the ice system.

According to the interstellar standard time of the outside world, Mo Ye has been in the cemetery for 14 days. Calculated by the time difference between inside and outside, the time in the cemetery has passed for more than ten years.

Time is the most meaningless thing for people who have already died. Living a repeated life day after day every day, the backwater is generally difficult to make any waves. The undead living here cannot feel the significance of time. When I was really bored, I went to sleep. I might have been awake for a century.

For a magister with a long life, it is also not very sensitive to the passage of time, but it is also rare to retreat for more than ten years at a time.

But Mo Ye didn't want to give up halfway, always felt that this time it must be done in one go.

Mo Ye traverses between the various tomb islands in the cemetery and lives with the undead inhabitants of the island. In order not to be found as a living person, Mo Ye must carefully control his own spiritual strength in addition to the soul stone Over the years, Mo Ye’s mental power control is precise enough to make any magician of the same rank feel incredible.

Of course, Mo Ye spent a lot of time in the forest of death and resisting the tides of evil spirits. One can stabilize the stability of the cemetery, and the other can actually use ice magic to strengthen his understanding of the law of origin.

For example, at this moment.

The evil spirits encountered this time were very powerful, and the night watch team suffered heavy casualties. Two night watchmen were devoured by this king-level evil spirit into nutrients.

Mo Ye happened to be encountered, and was injured by the evil spirit when he rescued the night watchman. Mo Ye's powerful life force is obviously more attractive to this king-level evil spirit than the night watchman, and he is easily taken around by Mo Ye. go.

A cold breath surrounds the woods, which is different from the coldness brought by the undead and the sea water, but a bitter cold breath.

Evil spirits are at a distance of less than 100 meters away from Mo Ye, and the corrosive breath of death is coming.

There was a soft whisper in my ear whispering something, Mo Ye knew that this was an illusion caused by a mental attack, this was a whisper from a demon, and it was lingering in his ear until he could not bear to listen to this gentle and subtle voice The power collapse eventually loses oneself.

This is obviously one of the hallmarks of the king-level evil spirits. Many night watchmen who are not strong enough in their will will cause the soul body to collapse and finally fall into the evil spirits.

For Mo Ye, these sounds are more like mosquitoes around their ears. The buzzing sound is not fatal but it is upsetting.

Ao!

With a sharp roar, the evil spirits have confirmed Mo Ye's position following the **** breath of the creatures.

After a series of attacks with a strong corrosive atmosphere, Mo Ye surrounded him.

Danger!

The air was full of concussive ripples, and Li Guijian screamed with horror.

Although these shocks are not different from ordinary physical attacks, they have the double lethality of physics and spirit. Such attack power is absolutely lich level.

Qiang!

The ice rises from the ground. The pure ice wall is not defensive to such an attack, but the ice flame is an attack magic that is also lethal to the soul. The outer edge of the ice wall burns a layer of ice flame, which has the ultimate The low temperature is enough to burn all the terrible power.

The output of Mo Ye’s spirit is controlled by the strictest control without any waste.

The two forces impacted each other, and the decaying wood of the dead forest was washed away at an incredible speed by the shock waves caused by the two powerful attacking forces, and the screams of evil ghosts lingered for a long time.

The stalemate is only a moment. When Mo Ye's mental power is speeding up, Bingyan burns the entire circle with Mo Ye as the center, including the screaming evil spirit.

The coldness covered the forest, the frost hung on the treetops, Mo Ye stood in the center of a burning forest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After so many years of continuous use, Mo Ye's control of Ice Flame has already been well advanced, and consumes the maximum output of Ice Flame with the least mental power and magic power. Not only benefits from the strengthening of mental power control, but more importantly, ink Ye deepened her understanding of the law of the elemental origin of ice, and the more she understood it, she could cast magic in a more concise and effortless manner.

Mo Ye sat on the back of the brick master and patted "Go."

When another group of night watchmen arrived, the tide of evil spirits on this island had been terminated, and the coast had returned to its former calm.

One star island, there is a tavern in the center of the island.

At noon when the sun is shining, the sun is shining, the pub on the corner of the street has just hung up the signboard, and there are only a few guests in the empty hall. The wine stared at the window, or was waiting for someone.

After a while, an old man with white hair pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. In a formal dress, it didn't look like he would come to the corner tavern at all.

"Old Jack, you are here."

"It's still the same, is a glass of'Red Trier' right?"

"Haha, yes, the red Trier made by Baggio is the best wine."

Obviously, the old man is a frequent guest of the tavern, and the bartender and the hostess greet each other warmly.

Old Jack walked to Mo Ye's table and sat down, taking off his hat and bowing gracefully. "Let the young lady wait for a long time to be rude."

The formal dress is completely different from the rambling decoration style of the tavern. The old man with white hair looks like a real gentleman, but he does not feel at all in violation of the surrounding environment.

Mo Ye hooked her lips, "I just arrived." This is the truth, Mo Ye sat down for only a minute.

Old Jack is a resident of Yixing Island, of course he has been dead for some years. His identity is special because he used to be a night watchman, the former director of Yixing Island, and the soul force in a tide of evil spirits. Weakened and lost his fighting ability, he became a regular islander on Yixing Island.

More importantly, although old Jack had no memory of his life, he was an ice saint during his lifetime. After he became a soul body and entered the cemetery to become a night watchman, the practice of undead magic also has ice attributes in it. The power in the soul.

Mo Ye happened to know the old man ten years ago when he stopped the tide of the evil spirits.

Old Jack also tried to convince Mo Ye to become a night watchman when he saw Mo Ye for the first time. In his view, Mo Ye is really a very good talent, but when he met for the second time, Old Jack did this. Never mention the matter. After all, a real living person cannot be a night watchman.

Old Jack saw through Mo Ye's disguise, but he didn't.

The two meet from time to time to have a drink in the tavern, mostly to discuss some knowledge about ice powers, and get along very well.

"Last night, the evil tide had a very powerful evil ghost king, and two night watchmen sacrificed."

Sacrifice on the tomb island is that the soul is swallowed and dissipates forever.

"If it weren't for you, the casualties could be more serious." Old Jack raised his glass. "Respect the dead warrior." The small glass filled with orange liquid was swallowed.

In order to maintain the peaceful life of the tomb island, to deal with the tide of evil spirits from time to time in the death forest, there are not a few engulfed night watchmen. The population cannot be replenished.

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