Chapter 33

Ferro the Necromancer

Looking at the blood-red writing Anton subconsciously rubbed his nose. After getting on the train he added the third-class evolution point obtained from Elden to the magic mirror.

After all he is on the run! In the process of fleeing the increase in the scope of the magic mirror's detection will undoubtedly enable him to respond to possible dangers in advance.

Obtained a magic mirror with a third-class evolution point. At this time its exploration range is 10,000 meters and its peeping has become more secretive. Even if Ferro feels he is being spied on it is difficult to figure out where the peeping comes from. .

In other words,m a radius of ten kilometers letting the magic mirror probe is no longer a problem.

Although ten kilometers is not short it is not long enough. Because once Ferro moved forward quickly maybe ten minutes would be enough to catch up with Anton.

"Around us is there anything that can stop Ferro power?"

"Great master you are so clever and brilliant. Your fresh ideas are like surging rivers! I just checked it. Two kilometers to our left there is a cavalry of two hundred men who are advancing."

Two hundred cavalry? Anton frowned. Following the route described by the magic mirror Ferro and the cavalry should not meet each other.

How to do?

"Do you know who the leader of the cavalry unit is?"

The golden handwriting was reflected on the magic mirror: "Master of all-knowing and almighty your little test is it a trivial thing for the magic mirror!"

"The leader of this cavalry is Lord Sergey who is in his thirties."

Anton pretended to take something out of his pocket but in fact he quietly took out the quill from his storage space.

He was about to write on paper when he suddenly thought of something. He drew it into his pocket again and grabbed it pretentiously and the blood-colored stone he got from Elden pocket fell into Anton hands

As Anton thoughts flashed the blood-colored stone turned into energy and disappeared into Anton hands.

At the same time a line of reminders rose in Anton heart.

"You have a second-class evolution point, please choose the item to evolve." For Anton this reminder is already a familiarity so he directly chose a quill pen!

The quill pen that seemed exquisite in the first place now with some bloody lines became more exquisite and unusual.

What you write can have an impact on people below Sequence Eight. The time is one minute. The sequelae of using a quill pen is a prank once.

Seeing that the content of the sequelae had not changed Anton breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly wrote: "Lord Sergey fell off his horse half a minute later and his bone was broken."

After writing this line Anton stopped. He felt that this was enough. After all the leader's bone was broken, and the entire team would have to stay for at least ten minutes.

In ten minutes, it happened to meet the necromancer Ferro who was driving the flying eagle.

"Sir excuse me this seat should belong to me." The middle-aged man wearing a wig finally squeezed to Anton side.

Anton said blankly, "Do you have a ticket?"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and said, "Yes..."

The moment the middle-aged man raised his hand he suddenly found that his hand was empty,m which surprised him.

Where's the ticket? I just took it in my hand!

Where did he know that at the moment he was speaking Anton had already taken advantage of the speed of the Transcendent which was five times faster than ordinary people to take away his ticket.

Because the speed was so fast the middle-aged man did not react at all.

"Your Excellency have you been too tired these days?" Anton said solemnly, "It is easy to produce hallucinations."

Illusion everything just now is my own illusion?

The middle-aged man couldn't accept this kind of statement but he looked around and did not find the ticket.

"When people are extremely tired they are prone to auditory hallucinations." Anton continued to enlighten: "I studied psychology at Marytinson University so I understand you very very well."

"To deal with fatigue and depression you can find an open place to yell as much as you like! This is more effective."

Being taught so patiently by such a young and knowledgeable young man the middle-aged man felt ashamed.

I must have had hallucinations. If it weren't because of hallucinations how could I have done such a shameful thing!

Fortunately this young man is generous and careless. Now thank you very ashamed: "Thank you for your advice I will take a good look at the psychiatrist when I look back."

"Unexpectedly my delusional illness is already so serious."

Seeing the middle-aged man who was still looking for a seat while leaving depressed Anton shook his head. He was really an honest man. Is it a bit too much to tease him like this?

They are all damn troublemakers if it weren't for him I would never make such a prank.

In the wilderness Lord Sergey was struggling to stand up. At this moment he felt a piercing pain from his left leg.

In the past Sergey rode a horse for hundreds of miles,mband Sergey did not fall off his horse,m but this time he only walked dozens of miles and it was only half an hour before he arrived at the station. The commander of his cavalry battalion broke his leg. .

What a shame!

"Your Excellency you can no longer ride horses anymore. If you ride horses again your injury will most likely cause you to leave the cavalry camp forever." The health officer in charge of the cavalry camp's injuries said to Sergey: "Now right For you the most important thing is to receive treatment."

"Well then I will trouble you. If the order is passed on everyone will take a break for ten minutes." Lord Sergey is a qualified leader and quickly issued an order to his team.

The soldiers got off the horses in twos and threes some sat on the ground some smoked and laughed and the entire wilderness seemed extremely lively for a while.

"What's that?" a soldier yelled suddenly.

Sergey who was treating his injuries also looked up towards the void. He saw an eagle flying and behind the eagle there was a person floating.

This man is flying with the eagle.

The strange situation surprised Sergey. Before he could give an order soldiers had already fired at the figure in the sky.

This shot made Sergey understand that he had no way out. Regardless of whether this weird person is malicious towards him he must act first.

"Set up a three-stage formation and shoot one after another!" Sergey said, and said to the adjutant next to him: "Let someone go to the nearest Thunder Temple for help."

"Yes!" The adjutant also knew that things were not easy, and immediately agreed.

Rows of bullets shrouded in the direction of Ferro standing under the flying eagle between Ferro's body gently twisting these bullets have whizzed away from him.

However facing hundreds of soldiers who continued to shoot with guns Ferro finally controlled the flying eagle and shifted its direction.

He didn't need to waste time with these stupid soldiers.