sorcerer immortal

They hired a relatively spacious carriage in the local town, and a few guides who were familiar with the surrounding terrain, and set off directly.

For several days in a row, they spent on the road until noon one day.

At noon, in a piece of black soil, they stopped to rest, ready to start the journey after lunch.

Some figures began to appear in the distance, with different clothes on their bodies. At this time, they rode a creature similar to a horse, but smaller, and ran quickly to the distance.

And behind them, there are some dark-skinned natives, there seem to be dozens of them, chasing after them.

"It's a Crassus!"

Beside Adier and the others, when he saw the hunted people, the guide on the side let out an exclamation, and there seemed to be fear in his eyes.

As for Sol and Yana, they both raised their heads and looked into the distance at the same time, with expressions of surprise evident on their faces.

"What's going on?" Looking at the figure in the distance, Sol slowly got up, holding the long sword on his waist with one hand, and asked calmly.

"It's the snake witch that's after those Crassus."

Seeing Sol's performance, the guide on the side explained, with fear in his eyes: "Sir, these two groups are not good people, we should avoid them as soon as possible!"

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Adier shook his head slightly, and said these words with a calm face.

In the distance, the group of natives obviously found Adier and the others. At this time, they divided up into a dozen people and walked towards Adil.

Seeing those natives walking towards him in the distance and standing beside him, the guide's expression changed and he looked livid.

However, after looking at Adier beside him, and Saul with an indifferent face, he stood up with trembling legs, walked towards those people, and prepared to negotiate with them.

He shouted a few times into the distance in the local dialect, trying to negotiate with the other party.

However, looking at Adier and his group, the natives on the opposite side obviously had no such intentions, so they rushed forward directly ignoring the guide's shouting.

Looking at this scene, Adier's face was calm, and he didn't seem to react at all, but the guide's face was ashen.

Sol stood up from the spot, glanced at Adil, and saw that he didn't move, so he pulled out the long sword in his hand and walked towards the natives.

Regarding this scene, the natives had grim smiles on their faces, and their eyes lit up when they saw the long sword in Sol's hand.

The long sword in Sol's hand was given to him by Adil. The whole is made of high-quality alchemy materials. It is very precious just by looking, which makes the eyes of these natives who can only use simple weapons shine brightly.

As for Sol, who rushed towards them with this long sword, in their opinion, he was just dying.

In this desert where there are no knights or wizards, there are very few people who can face a dozen or so native warriors alone.

Unfortunately, Sol in front of him is one.

A streak of purple light flew across the sky, accompanied by a scream.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of several aborigines, Sol's eyes were a little purple, and the silver long sword he held in his hand swung out, and a purple sword burst out immediately, beheading the several aborigines who were rushing forward.

This is the power of Thor's bloodline, which is highly manifested in the battle at this time, directly giving him a powerful power comparable to that of a knight.

"This... he is from Crassus!!"

The natives at the back immediately realized that the person in front of him, like the few people they had chased and killed before, also belonged to the Crassus.

The tyranny in their hearts disappeared in an instant, but at the next moment, they looked at each other and continued to rush forward, trying to entangle their opponents.

"Those are our clansmen?"

In the distance, the Crassus who had been hunted before saw this scene and couldn't help but stop, showing some hesitation.

"What should we do now?"

They all fixed their eyes on the middle-aged man in the middle, as if they were asking for his opinion.

This middle-aged man was wrapped in a black robe, with two scars on his hardened face, but a pair of sharp eyes. At this time, he just thought for a while, and said without hesitation: "Let's kill back!"

Hearing what he said, the rest of them didn't hesitate, they directly picked up their weapons, drove the beast in front of them, and rushed forward.

Over there, Saul's performance continued.

With a sword in one hand and a shield he had wrested from a native with the other, he charged and fell several men to the ground.

This kind of terrifying fighting power made the natives present stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.

"This power..."

Among the natives, watching Sol's performance from a distance, a middle-aged man with only one eye and an indifferent face couldn't help being surprised: "Under the territory of the snake god, this Crassus not only did not become weak, but he was able to Stay so strong."

"Didn't that guy, Lal, say a few days ago that he found a direct descendant of the Crassus? I'm afraid it's this guy." A gloomy voice sounded from behind.

Behind the one-eyed man, a man wrapped in bandages, with only one face exposed, came from behind. Looking at Sol's performance, he couldn't help showing a fearful expression on his face.

"What should we do now?" He looked at the one-eyed man and asked.

"I'm afraid I can only leave first this time."

Looking at Sol in the distance, he hesitated for a moment, and the one-eyed man said, "This Crassus is too strong. If it's just the two of us, it might be a little dangerous."

"It's just right, that guy Lal will come over in a few days. When he arrives, it won't be too late for us to be together again."

He looked at his companion beside him and said so.

After a while, looking at Sol and others in the distance, they left quickly, without any intention of staying here.

"Master Sol!!"

On the other side, a call sounded in surprise and surprise.

Beside Sol, the Crassus who had been chased before stood there, and the leading middle-aged man showed a surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't expect to see Sol here.

"you are?"

Suo Er was taken aback by the other party's sudden call, then raised his head and looked seriously at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man in front of him was tall and tall, wearing a black leather armor and holding a short knife in his hand. The muscles exposed all over his body looked very burly, making him a powerful warrior at a glance.

"You are Uncle Syl..."

Looking at the person in front of him, Sol seemed to think of something, and finally said the name.

On the opposite side, when Sol said the name, the middle-aged man opposite had an excited expression on his face, and he couldn't help striding forward, and finally knelt down on one knee in front of Sol, and made a very old-looking one. etiquette.

"Come over here!"