As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Volton, Wolfe, and even a group of masters like Ashbourne all nodded, and they all agreed. Compared with the gains that can be obtained, there is no problem in giving a little to this middle-aged magician. The premise is that he can hold his own. That treasure.

Abel looked shocked, but then his face was full of joy. He didn't expect that just a word he said carelessly could bring such benefits to him.

And some other hero-level masters couldn't help but look at Abel with greed and envy.

Damn, with the guarantee of these legendary masters, Abel is really going to get rich now.

However, it is difficult to snatch treasures from legendary masters, but wouldn't it be much easier to snatch treasures from a heroic magician?

The treasure wasn't in their hands yet, not even a hint of it had been acquired, but these people had already begun to figure out how to snatch it.

On the other hand, those legendary masters behaved much more calmly.

They had really hit a dead end before, and they only knew how to search in the Dragon Valley. After seeing those words, they only wanted to capture Vice Pope Apu and find ways to pry open his mouth.

Although I have thought about using tracking magic, the most accurate and commonly used prop for tracking magic is hair, followed by the clothes and jewelry worn on the body.

Needless to say, hair is something that belongs to the other person.

Clothes and jewelry will also retain scent because they are close to the body.

I never expected that when the other party wrote these words, some traces would remain.

Although it is very shallow, it is not completely traceable.

That damn thief probably just wanted to trick Apu, but he didn't expect that while he was trying to trick Apu, he was also tricking himself.

The only thing I'm worried about is that so much time has passed, and even if there was any breath left when I wrote the words, it has probably dissipated.

Just how useful tracking magic can be is a question.

Among these masters, there are also some who are good at tracking. Although the number is not large, there are still more than a dozen.

There was no time to hesitate, and immediately a man walked up to the boulder, placed one hand on a word engraved on the boulder, and moved his lips quickly.

After a few seconds passed, the man's eyes suddenly widened, and the expression on his face looked extremely strange, as if he had encountered something incredible and strange.

"How is it? Can you track it?" Bridges asked quickly.

The heroic magician turned his head blankly, and the shock on his face showed no sign of diminishing: "Chasing, I've tracked him..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone around him suddenly became very excited.

There seemed to be light in every eye, and even their breathing became unusually rapid.

With their greedy eyes and gasps, it was as if their eyes were already filled with treasures, dragon bones, and dragon crystals.

"Then why are you still standing there? Tell me, where is that guy?" Ashburn couldn't help but urge.

"At once……"

"At once……"

"right here……"

"what?"

Chapter 4 is presented.

Chapter 194 Revenge of the Exploding Egg (5)

right here?

ha?

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion among the crowd.

The original greed on each of their faces turned into confusion.

What does this mean?

Could it be that the thief who stole all the dragon remains and dragon treasures is still in Dragon Valley?

How can this be?

For a moment, a lot of people looked at that person like they were looking at a madman.

Are you kidding? How could there be such a stupid person in this world? After plundering a large amount of treasures, instead of running away, he actually stayed there and watched the fun. Is this because he was too long-lived?

To be fair, if it were him, he would never be able to do such nonsense.

Could it be that this guy discovered the location of the thief and was unwilling to reveal it, so he wanted to sneak over and take away all the treasures alone?

For a moment, many people looked at that person with even more suspicion.

"Go, go, go aside, I'll do it." Another magician who was good at tracking took a step forward and pushed the previous man away with disdain on his face.

His methods were obviously more sophisticated than the previous one.

As if to prove that he had no intention of embezzling the treasure, the second magician even took the initiative to completely disclose the patterns displayed by the tracking magic in front of everyone.

When I saw the small red dot in the huge canyon submerged by rocks, there was another commotion all around, and the sound of rustling could be heard endlessly.

Anyone can see that the location where the tracking magic guides is Dragon Nest.

It is even said that it is still under the Dusk Temple, where their group is currently.

Damn it, could it be said that that guy is not only hiding in Dragon Valley, but even mixed in with the crowd?

Damn it, how rampant is this thief?

Even the faces of that group of legendary masters gradually became gloomy. They thought that the thief might have escaped to the ends of the earth with the treasure, but they never expected that the other party had been by their side all the time.

Some people still refused to give up, and the third thief who was good at tracking stepped forward...

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth!

All the masters who are good at using tracking techniques and tracking magic have tried it over and over again, and finally came to the same conclusion. The opponent is in Dragon Valley, within this group of people.

If a person's tracking magic is wrong, there may be mistakes, but with thirteen masters, including even a magician who has just entered the legendary realm, there is absolutely no problem.

So fucking crazy.

Not only did the other party not run away, he even stayed here to watch the fun.

Maybe after seeing him torturing Vice Pope Apu and desperately trying to find him, the other party was still snickering secretly.

what is this?

This is a complete humiliation.

This is a slap in the face.

The opponent didn't take the one or two thousand masters and the ten or twenty legendary powerhouses into consideration at all.

In an instant, even the legendary powerhouses such as Volton, Wolfe, Bai Yuan, Bridges, and Ashburn's expressions became extremely gloomy, and the corners of their mouths even kept twitching.

There is no other way. I have to say that the tracking technique in Twilight Continent is a bit crude.

What the tracking technique presented was only a flat map, not as clear and accurate as the 3D map presented in the spiritual space when Ron spied on Charlene.

They could only see that the other party was roughly at this location. As for whether it was underground, on the ground, or in the sky, they couldn't tell at all.

Some people also looked up at the top of their heads.

It is the city of gold.

Then he shook his head and hid in the golden city?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The Golden City is more dangerous than the Dragon Valley. No one knows how to enter it now, even close to the Dragon Valley, and the robbers definitely don't have that ability.

At this moment, everyone in the Dragon Valley gathered together. They formed a huge circle, maintaining a subtle distance between each other.

The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with anger and vigilance, and the corners of their eyes were all carefully staring at the figures beside them.

What's more, his body was tense, and he was vaguely prepared for battle.

The scene was deathly depressed.

Only the bonfire burned and crackled.

ally?

nonexistent!

No one dared to leave at this time. Anyone who left at this time would be regarded as a thief. One or two thousand people were stuck in a weird state of mutual restraint.

Looking at anyone around me, I feel like the other person might be the thief.

If someone took action at this moment, the entire scene would be filled with blood.

And no one can break this tranquility.

In this extreme vigilance, everyone invariably ignored another existence.

Apraun Montgomery.

The seeds of the sacred tree have sprouted, taken root, and grown in Apu's body.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these people, the current Apu is no longer an object worthy of vigilance. They saw with their own eyes the roots of countless sacred tree seeds, densely tearing open Apu's belly, and from Apu's body Got out of it.

Root by root, strip by strip...

Like silk threads hanging down from a big banyan tree.

They saw with their own eyes that Apu's chest was covered with the rough lines of tree trunks, that Apu's neck turned into a stiff tree trunk, and that Apu's hands turned into soft vines.

They heard with their own ears the most miserable screams uttered by the Vice-Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn when the seeds of the sacred tree corroded Apu's body.

Looking at his body, it seemed like he was struggling like a worm.

I don’t know when it will start, is it the third day or the fourth day?

Apu's struggle disappeared and his screams stopped. He could no longer make sounds like a normal human being.

His eye sockets were penetrated by two branches.

From his mouth, green shoots spit out.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that the feeling is definitely extremely uncomfortable.

What's even more painful is that even though he has fallen into such a situation, Apu is still not dead. He is still alive and even has normal thinking and consciousness.

The erosion of the Sacred Tree Seed completely avoided his heart and brain. This is also the most cruel part of the Sacred Tree Seed. Until the moment of complete death, Apu could clearly feel what was happening to his body. What, I can clearly experience a little bit of the feeling of dying.

creak creak...

It was a subtle sound, like a mouse gnawing at something.

No one noticed that not far behind him, Vice Pope Apu, who had been motionless for two days, slowly raised his head.

The night wind blew by, and the branches on his body were trembling slowly.

On his stiff face, Vice-Pope Apu actually opened his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel and bloody smile.

Two slender branches appeared from his eyes, and at the end of the branches was a green leaf.

No one saw that at this moment, an extremely weird scene was taking place. A gap actually opened in the green leaves, and from the gap, two red eyes came out.

His eyeballs rolled around, as if adjusting their position so that he could better adapt to his current situation.

Soon, those two flexible eyes locked onto the row of back figures in front of them.

A scarlet tongue swept across the dry lips, and the eyes of the same color began to be filled with rich madness.

Apu is not dead.

Not only did he not die, he even gained a lot of benefits.

Although the seeds of the sacred tree sprouted in the body, the feeling of growth was really uncomfortable, and the discomfort made Apu almost go crazy, but compared with his own harvest, all this was worth it.

On the third day, Apu really thought he was dead.

But just when Apu's consciousness was about to collapse, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He didn't know where the voice came from. It seemed to be a simple hallucination, illusory, yet filled with unstoppable majesty.

The voice kept repeating in my ears, over and over again, but there was only one sentence:

"Go to the Temple of Dusk."

"Go to the Dusk Temple!"