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Chapter 44 The Earl of Dragon Nightmare

The blood-sucking vine from the abyss was like a giant snake, twisting Gada hard and tangling it, as if it was squeezing Gada's blood out of the wound with force, and then sucking it greedily. Gada's face became paler and paler, his lungs were squeezed, and the spell became intermittent.

However, Gada still held on his shoulder, just in front of him having a nightmare, and was still chanting the mantra very seriously.

It can also be seen from this that Gada is also a strong-minded guy. I believe that the death of the Great Elder, the decline of the Wandering Stone Tribe, and the fact that Gu Gua became a sorcerer also made his heart have been fed up with torture and training.

Gu Gua was still standing aside, looking coldly, neither helping nor interfering.

Gada suddenly opened his eyes, his face became angry, he almost roared and recited the spell, and stood up and rubbed the blood-sucking vine into his body.

Gugua frowned, knowing how painful this feeling would be.

"For the tribe!!!" Gada shouted this sentence almost hoarsely with his soul. This sentence almost used up all the breath in his lungs. After shouting this sentence, he lost his breath and gasped, but it seemed that there was no trace of air in it, like a fish falling on the shore, with a purple face.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Gua saw something that surprised him again. Gada began to chew on the blood-sucking vine wildly. His movements were much faster than the blood-sucking vine. Although his sharp teeth were not suitable for plants, they still bit the blood-sucking vine in a mess. The bright red blood from Gada was sprinkled all over the floor, looking shocking.

The blood-sucking fungus and Gada fought and strangled each other. Soon Gada gained the upper hand and even nibbled his left hand. A pale wrist bone appeared on his left wrist. Then he stopped and sat there gasping loudly.

Gu Gua looked at the side of the bullet, and there was no magic material at all. She couldn't help but ask, "Have you succeeded?"

Then Gada stood up from his weakness, looked at Gugua provocatively, and rushed over, shouting wildly: "I am the strongest! I am the strongest! I am the strongest!!!!"

Gugua kicked Gada away, smashed it against the wall, and fell to the ground. Gada, who was already weak as if he was dying, suddenly fainted.

Originally, he wanted to go up and make up for him, but considering Xilang's words, Gu Gu endured it and turned around and left.

Two tender green leaves slowly grew from the broken wrist of Gada who fainted on the ground, full of childishness and cuteness. The sprouts grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, a bloody mouth was opened, making a terrifying roar, and then slowly shrank back and turned into a thin left hand.

At the same time, Gada became visible to the naked eye and turned into a skeleton covered with skin.

Gu Gua walked around the outer city, took a few sips of cold air, sootheed the old, weak, sick and disabled, and then looked at the situation of Xuelu again.

The dead snow deer has been dried into jerky meat as dry food, while the living snow deer is waiting for a suitable time to slaughter them and make them into jerky meat.

He didn't know that when Xilang was teleporting the bloodstone crystal, in the Bloodstone Castle guarding the Bloodstone Path, a three-story mage tower flashed with light. A white-bearded old mage immediately sensed it, copied the results after observation on parchment, hurried to the Earl's Mansion, and walked straight in.

"Sir Earl, the mage tower in Pallesburg has begun to operate, and the remote item teleportation magic was activated at 11:23:15 this morning." The old mage of Whitebeard reported.

The Count sat at the wide red pine wood desk, filled with documents, but it was organized and not messy at all. In his hand was a golden quill and a set of tools for printing and sealing mud. On the other side, there was a metal seal with a pair of angel wings on it.

Hearing the mage's words, the count stood up from behind the table and paced back and forth in the room for several rounds.

The Count had golden hair, a thick chest and shoulders formed a strong inverted triangle. His perfect figure and strong muscles and a long dagger around his waist told others that he was not a playboy who hit people with his face. The slightest wrinkles on his forehead further mean that he was not a brute force lord with only muscles.

"Can you be sure what he is teleporting?" asked the Count.

"Sorry, no... I can only be sure of less than an ounce of this object. I cannot be sure what it is transported. It may be a letter, a magic prop... or a bloodstone..." The white-bearded mage said cautiously.

The Count pursed his thin mouth tightly, showing a heart-warming masculine charm.

"Are you sure this black robe is a wizard certified by the Mage Association? Is a twelve-level spell caster?" the Count asked again.

The old mage nodded and said, "We have carefully checked all the procedures and confirmed them with the mage association. These two points are certain."

"Take some food and weapons to the group of local buns in the north, and ask them to closely monitor the mage tower. No bloodstone can flow in, and they are not allowed to collect it themselves!! And tell Lord Razley of Darshor Town, and tell her that another mage has established a mage tower in Pallesburg in the north. Although this mage is certified by the Mage Guild, he still cannot relax his vigilance."

The old mage hesitated for a moment and said, "But... but Lord Earl... We can't be sure that it's bloodstone... Is it a bit rash to directly disturb the Bronze Dragon Girl? Your Excellency Rezli has a little temper..."

The Count turned around and said to the old mage: "I know the temper of Your Excellency Rezli. Once you move, you may even suffer, but this is an order."

It seemed that the bronze dragon girl, Lord Rezli, put heavy pressure on the count. Just mentioning her name made the count feel very stressed. The count sighed, pinched his forehead and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Uncle Jerry, our family has the task of not allowing a blood stone to flow out of Vasa through illegal channels. We don't need to be afraid of the Mage Association. The Upper Realm and the Mage Association have an agreement, and the Mages agree to this matter.

Moreover, as the Dragon Night family that protects the peace of the north, we also have a glorious mission to prevent the resurrection of Octor's remnants."

The old mage nodded and replied tiredly: "Yes, Count... I'll inform them now and make some preparations." As the branch president of the Mage Association and the chief mage of the Earl Leader, Old Jerry always feels it's difficult for him to be a human being, and he is very sorry for one of them.
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