Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 361

Chapter 359 Yellow Bird Yellow Bird Yellow Bird

Boom-

Boom-Boom-

Several huge explosions were heard on the suspended ship.

But it was the crew member who was on the ship who ignited the explosives. The first mate

who had just said that the half-elf was only a first-level strength was looking at the sky with indifference, indifferent to everything around him.

Dozens of crew members were running around on the deck.

Some were laughing, some were begging for mercy.

There were also people cleaning the deck with a mop stained with blood. The passerby slipped and fell into the wooden barrel filled with red dirty water.

But before he could struggle to get up, the crew member who was mopping the floor had a weird smile on his face, picked up the mop and plunged it into the wooden barrel fiercely.

The sound of watermelons cracking was heard, and a pile of white unidentified objects appeared on the water.

The crew member mopping the floor nodded with satisfaction, then pulled out the red and white mop and continued to slide on the deck.

At this time, the first mate was still looking up at the sky.

He opened his mouth, and his mouth was empty, without tongue, teeth and throat, only a bunch of red meat balls were wriggling.

A “woooooo” sound came from inside.

A crew member who was running around accidentally bumped into the first mate. He immediately forgot what he was about to do and imitated the first mate and began to look up at the sky.

“Ah!” He looked at the sky with horror in his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

But before he could shout a second time, it was as if something stabbed into his mouth with a puff. It took away the teeth, mouth and throat under the lips and went all the way to the bottom.

The fear on the crew member’s face disappeared and he slowly closed his mouth.

A few minutes later, when he opened his mouth again, the internal organs and muscles in his body melted into pieces of meat balls, and then made a “woooooooo” crying sound.

There was another huge explosion. The wood at the bottom of the hull exploded, and a huge black ball with a diameter of ten meters rolled out from it.

The black ball was like a ball of hair tangled together, and the top of the hair was still shaking constantly. It was a monster formed by the necks of all the slender ghosts entangled together.

They bit each other and twisted, as if they had seen an enemy that they had to kill no matter what.

And inside the black ball, a painful howl came out.

As people went crazy, monsters were not spared.

Wilde stood on the highest sail, looking down, his eyes twitching constantly.

“I don’t know how much Euler paid you, but I can pay more to stop your pollution, half-elf, you are committing suicide!”

At this time, he was not feeling well.

At this time, the skin on the left half of Wilde’s face was torn off, revealing bright red muscles.

The muscles slowly recovered in the wriggling, but were torn off again in the next second.

If you look closely, you will find that the red color of the left half of his face is too bright red, not like blood, but like a blazing flame, burning his muscles and nerves.

And Wilde’s original beard and curly hair were also torn off completely, and every time they grew again, they were ruthlessly pulled out by Wilde himself.

This is the most terrifying part.

All the damage – they were caused by themselves!

And the half-elf in front of him only took action once.

That was when the shells of the land boat hit him, and the half-elf instantly turned into countless flying snow.

So, in the warm spring, a blizzard came.

Ten minutes later, the half-elf stood on the top of the sail, which was slightly lower than Wilde. There were still tiny snowflakes floating around him.

These snowflakes fell on the boat and quickly melted away. These seemingly insignificant things were the culprits that brought disaster.

Wilde also had half of his face destroyed because he was once touched by snowflakes.

Even now, the pollution there is still stirring, always trying to break through his defenses, invade his vital points, and penetrate into his brain and consciousness.

“I don’t know who Yula is. It was Gorza who asked me to come over.”

“Gorza?” Wilde narrowed his eyes immediately.

Although he was corroded by the pollution brought by the half-elf, he was still calm in his heart.

After all, in order to track Thor, this ship was just a frigate in his fleet, and it would be destroyed if it was destroyed.

As for the men on the ship… Wilde had already made up his mind to sacrifice all the crew members when he signed the tripartite agreement.

After all, in this agreement, he was the enemy who was openly attracting firepower.

His men were not aware of this.

But if the firepower was attracted accidentally and Gorza was attracted here,

it would be too dangerous.

Thinking of this, Wilde no longer cared about the people on the ship, and immediately flew high into the sky, running his magic at full speed, enduring the mental oppression of the half-elf, trying to stabilize his mental body, and quickly flew towards the direction of Chuishu Valley. After

the half-elf was sure that everyone on the ship had been eroded by the pollution he carried, he turned his head slightly, and the whole person turned into flying snow and chased Wilde away.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from not far away.

The sound was extremely penetrating, and it directly made the snowflakes that had condensed into a ball have a faint tendency to collapse.

So the snow and wind turned into people again, and the half-elf looked at the person who suddenly appeared and stopped him from chasing.

“Keith…Met?” His voice was still nice, but there was no ups and downs.

Light and shadow flashed, and an elegant figure appeared on a big tree trunk around the giant ship.

Kismet put down the harp in his hand and bowed to the half-elf.

“It’s an honor that you still remember my name. Since you remember me, can you let Wilde go this time? I still owe him a life.”

“I don’t believe it.” The half-elf said calmly.

“Tsk tsk,” Kismet curled his lips and changed his reason, “Okay, okay, actually I owe him a request.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Yes, this excuse is a bit lame.” Kismet thought for a while and put his hands together, “In fact, he is of some use to me, so he can’t die now. Can you let him go this time?”

This time the reason is a bit decent.

The half-elf did not judge the authenticity at the first time, he just turned his toes to Kismet.

However, before the half-elf spoke, another voice answered for him.

“No!”

Kismet and the half-elf looked in the third direction at the same time.

A strong magical fluctuation came from the distance.

But the next second, Kismet, who was standing on the tree, instantly turned over and jumped down. After landing on his toes, he continued to move quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he moved nearly a hundred meters.

Almost at the same time, Gorza, who was wearing a reddish-brown cloak, appeared where Kismet had originally stood.

He stared at Kismet, but urged the half-elf, “Don’t forget my commission, half-elf.”

The half-elf retracted his toes that had already changed direction, and turned into a ball of flying snow again, quickly rolling in the direction of Wilde’s escape.

Now, Gorza and Kismet were the only ones left here.

Gorza’s silver eyes met Kismet’s silver eyes.

One was gentle, the other was playful.

Suddenly, Gorza moved. He stretched out his right hand, and the palm wrapped in pink bandages suddenly opened. A black shadow flew out from the palm and quickly grew larger, like a large net covering Kismet.

The black shadow expanded rapidly, covering Kismet’s head, almost turning day into night.

Kismet immediately became alert, and his slender fingers quickly plucked the harp. At the same time, he opened his mouth and screamed silently.

“Crash–“

Just like a mirror falling from a height of 100 meters, the black curtain above Kismet’s head turned into countless fragments and fell from the sky.

It was like a heavy black snowfall.

The moment the snow fell to the ground, it quickly drilled into the shadows of the grass and trees and disappeared.

Kismet’s fingers did not stop even after the black curtain was shattered. The sound of the harp was rapid, and the sound waves seemed to become entities, so that none of the falling fragments could get close to him and his shadow.

Kismet put down the harp until all the fragments disappeared. His face turned pale several degrees, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling, “Have you really changed to cultivate the dark attribute element? Aren’t you afraid of being spanked by your glorious ancestors?”

(End of this chapter)