The carriage was moving slowly forward, and Maureen was walking on the road.

His eyelids drooped, as if he was lost in deep thought, or as if he was just simply silent.

"Chip, check my current condition!" Morin's mind moved slightly, and he gave such an instruction to the chip.

The cold mechanical sound of the chip then rang out.

"Ding! The mission has been established!"

"Mission in progress!"

"Subject status detection!"

"The mission has been completed, the main status is as follows!"

"Maureen Olsen, third-level wizard (ancient wizard, black flame dragon pattern winged snake bloodline), strength: 93.1, speed: 93.3, physique: 93.3, mental strength: 93.8, magic power: 94, elemental control degree: 47%!"

As the sound of the chip rang, Morin felt a darkness in front of his eyes. Immediately, a cold light blue curtain emerged. There was a human-shaped image on the light curtain, with many annotations and a lot of constantly changing data on it.

This is Morin's data imaging, and it is also Morin's most accurate data analysis at present.

"Ten years. I have been in my Tratel City for ten years before such a change has occurred." Morin looked at his own data and let out a breath lightly. The corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled slightly.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Morin had been in the city of Tratel for ten whole years. During these ten years, Morin was not only building the sky city, he was also practicing meditation and transforming witchcraft. He never stopped doing these things.

During these ten years, Morin gained a lot. He used various resources in the city of Tratel to improve himself without any confusion about resources. However, his physical data had actually reached a peak. At the stage of a third-level wizard, it was very difficult for him to continue to improve. Therefore, even without the problem of resource shortage, Morin's physical data improvement was still very unobvious.

Of course, the fastest improvement was Morin's control over elements.

Before, when Morin was in that abandoned plane world, he obtained the power left by the demon Pankora, which allowed him to awaken his bloodline, increasing it by 15% on the spot to 38%. However, that was only a momentary surge of power. More power was actually deposited in Morin's body, and would be slowly released later to improve him.

During the past ten years, Morin has been practicing meditation, while at the same time guiding his body to slowly absorb the blood power of the Pankora Scarlet Snake.

In fact, at the beginning, Morin made some mistakes. Fortunately, Vanerlin, the incomparable fifth-level spirit ring, was there. She helped Morin control the power in his body and told Morin some training methods, allowing Morin to try to control and release the power slowly within his own tolerance and reception range. After it is completely absorbed, he can absorb it again.

Morin was very grateful to Vanerlin. If it weren't for Vanerlin, he would have taken many detours, and even directly activated the power of the Pankora Serpent, allowing the vast power of the Pankora Demon to overwhelm everything, making him a complete Pankora Serpent Warlock.

After all, after he obtained the power of the demon Pankora, the power of Pankora's bloodline in his body was the greatest and also the strongest.

If that's the case, then the joke is on you.

Vanerlin discovered that there was something wrong with the power in Morin's body, as well as the strangeness of the power of the demon Pankora in Morin's body. However, for some reason, she did not say it directly, but asked Morin to be careful and pay attention.

Maureen felt strange, but in his heart he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"My control over the elements has reached 47 percent. I'm about to break through and reach the third level." Morin leaned on the soft couch, his fingers gently turning. The dark energy particles around him gathered together and formed a black ball of light that was glowing faintly. It kept turning in his palm, and it looked indescribably strange.

He was thinking about some things in the city of Trattle.

When in the city of Tratel, Morin not only did not suffer from the shortage of resources, but he was also able to get guidance from two level five spirit rings from time to time. In the end, his status in the city of Tratel was extraordinary, and the general level four true meanings would treat him with great respect when they saw him, fearing that they would show the slightest disrespect.

There are no worries about resources, there is a powerful fifth-level spirit ring to guide, and there is a noble status and identity, everything is so beautiful.

If you are an ordinary research wizard or scholar wizard, you will probably stay in the city of Tratel for your entire life. Unless there is something special, you will never leave. Many wizards are like this. After all, in the city of Tratel, there is everything, and it is simply the most perfect thing.

But Maureen still wanted to leave.

The reason is very simple, because Morin is not a scholar type wizard, he is a combat type wizard. If he stays in a comfortable place for too long, he will completely integrate into the environment and become an animal that loses his own environment. He will lose his enterprising spirit and pioneering spirit on the wizard's path and be completely ruined.

Morin didn't want this to happen, so he wanted to leave.

Otherwise, it is because of temperament.

Morin has his own pride. After becoming a wizard, he has walked step by step on his own and has never relied on others for anything. However, after staying in Tratel for a long time, he has been enjoying the precious resources of Tratel for no reason. Although Sophie is happy about it, Morin does not want this.

The other two are Ms. Cat and Vanerlin, two level five spirit rings.

They also taught Morin a lot of key knowledge and told him all the relevant experiences of the fourth level true meaning. This was enough. Morin only needed this much at the moment. He didn't need anything else yet.

He got what he could get and the knowledge he could get.

Although these things were given to Morin by Sophie and the others for free and without any complaints, Morin did not want to owe anything to anyone.

It may sound ridiculous, but it is true and it is part of Maureen's personality.

Morin always remembers the contributions of Sophie and Vanlin, and he will repay them when he becomes stronger.

This is Maureen.

It may seem strange or even ridiculous to many wizards, but this is part of Morin's principles.

"There is another reason, that is true strength."

Maureen whispered to herself.

He clenched his fingers slightly, and immediately, the black ball of light on his palm shattered, and changed in the air with a puff, forming a huge translucent black light shield.

There was a palm-sized crystal octopus in the light shield. The crystal octopus seemed to be alive, but also seemed to be dead. It twisted its body from time to time, looking a little strange.

This is the strange bloodline that Morin obtained from Sidro after killing Sidro.

During these ten years, Morin had used this octopus to do many things, but the effects were minimal. Moreover, the body tissues and moves he separated from the crystal octopus would grow out on their own after a while, as if they would remain in this form forever.

Of course, every time a limb is broken, the crystal octopus will temporarily shrink a circle, and will only grow again after it recovers.

"What an incredible and strange bloodline." Morin looked at the crystal octopus in the translucent black light shield, narrowed his eyes slightly, and muttered to himself.

The more Morin studied it, the more he discovered the extraordinary nature of this crystal octopus.

At the beginning, Sidero must have only used the simplest and most superficial power of this bloodline. He did not trigger and would not use the real power. Otherwise, Morin would not have killed him so easily.

The reason why Morin wanted to leave was that when he used the mucus on the crystal octopus to conduct a witchcraft experiment, he found that the witchcraft experiment was pointing straight in a certain direction, and was constantly vibrating and making bursts of low hums.

"True power!"

"A powerful and terrifying true force!"

Morin was talking with Guy, the leader of the Shar people at that time. When he saw the meaning of the combination and arrangement of the many witchcraft runes on the witchcraft circle, he was still shocked and speechless.

Morin had been running experiments on the chip to fuse true power. He was very eager for true power. After all, it was related to his promotion to level four in the future. So, after seeing the hint of the witchcraft, Morin's heart moved quietly.

The above reasons are why Morin left the city of Tratel and headed towards an unknown direction.

In fact, Morin didn't know where he was going, but it would always be good to follow the direction guided by the witchcraft. At most, after reaching the approximate place, he could let the chip recalculate and find a more specific and detailed location.

"I am now at the peak of the second stage of the third level. With my witchcraft and my own special abilities, I am able to cross the threshold between the second and third levels and compete with ordinary third levels."

"Of course, if I use the Sky City, then even if it's a senior warrior in the third stage, someone whose elemental control level is around 70 or 80, I won't be afraid at all, and I even have a certain chance of killing them."

Morin used the samples of third-level wizards collected on the chip and analyzed their data. By comparing his own strength, he had a general understanding of his own strength.

I didn't expect that he could reach this level in just a few decades after being promoted to level three. It's really amazing.

The corners of Maureen's mouth curled up and he couldn't help laughing.

But afterwards, the smile on his face slowly faded.

"I am considered strong now, but the power in me..." Morin rested his head on the velvet pillow. The velvet pillow was soft and comfortable. There were a few moonstones placed on the roof of the carriage. The faint light fell down, illuminating everything around. Morin opened his hands, looked at his palms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell into silence.

There was a constant flash of cold blue light in his eyes, and finally all the blue light disappeared, as if everything was an illusion.

And an idea slowly emerged in Morin's mind.

…………

Bermuda Eyes.

The buildings here are gray and black, and the most iconic building is the giant eagle, which symbolizes the glory and splendor of the first generation of warlocks of the Eye of Bermuda.

In the past, the warlocks passing by the square would not be able to help but look up when they saw the giant eagle statue, but now, no one has the mind to do so.

They hurried past with their heads hung and gloomy expressions.

Otson looked at the many warlocks who were walking hurriedly below, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the window. He was the master of the Eye of Bermuda, a powerful fifth-level spirit ring.

"How is Dorothea?" Otson raised his head and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him who was wearing a green robe and had no breath at all, as if she was completely hidden in the void, and asked.

"Doroth...his condition is not very good." The middle-aged woman was also a warlock. She thought about it, organized her words, and then said this.

"Take me over there and have a look."

Otson stood up and looked at the middle-aged sorceress quietly.

The middle-aged sorceress did not dare to go against Otson's ideas at all. She took Otson directly to Dorothea's room.

Dorothea had fallen asleep. There were many people in Dorothea's room, all of whom were treating Dorothea. When they saw Otson and the other middle-aged female sorceress appear, they were surprised and bowed to them.

Otson waved his hand, walked forward and looked at Dorothea quietly.

Although Dorothea had fainted, his brows were tightly furrowed and an expression of fear and pain appeared on his face from time to time.

Otson just looked at Dorothea quietly without saying anything.

"Ever since Dorothea was injured by the wizard named Maureen Olsen in the Holy Thorn Flower Empire, he has become like this. Moreover, this has brought a lot of bad effects to our Eye of Bermuda. You can see it from the recent state of the young warlocks..." the middle-aged female sorceress whispered.

"Dorot is useless."

Otson suddenly spoke.

What?!

The middle-aged female sorceress was stunned and was unable to react.

"Durotte is useless. He was frightened by the wizard named Maureen Olson. His mind was broken. From now on, he can't go far on the path of a wizard." Otson said softly, looking at Dourotte with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

The middle-aged woman didn't know what to say.

"I didn't expect that Dorothea would be frightened by others." At this time, a tall and strong young man wearing heavy golden armor strode in.

He had a faint smile on his face, which looked sunny, but also gave people a hard and cold feeling. His hair was golden, as if it were countless dancing golden flames.

As soon as he appeared, the young man almost caught the attention of everyone present.

"Eisen, why did you come out?" Otson looked at the young man and spoke.

"Nothing. I just heard that Dorothea was crippled, so I wanted to come and take a look. I'm just a little curious." Eisen bowed slightly to Otson to show his respect.

"You should prepare well for the advancement to the fourth level of truth. If you can't reach the fourth level of truth, don't come out."

Otson said this, but his voice was not harsh at all, and the look he gave Eisen was even softer.

"Ever since I was promoted to the third level of True Meaning, you have been asking me to do this." Aisen smiled and said, "It has been more than two hundred years now."

"It's been more than two hundred years. Many people have forgotten me. What a pity."

"I am now at the peak level of the third stage, and I don't want to stay in the Eye of Bermuda any longer."

Aisen held the cross sword at his waist and said, "It's just right now. The Bloodline King's Court is about to appear, so I want to go and take a look."

It was quiet all around.

The warlocks looked at Eisen, then looked at Dorot, who was lying on the bed and struggling in pain from time to time, and thought of the recent atmosphere and environment of the Eye of Bermuda, so they fell silent.

Otson looked at Eisen quietly.

"Okay." He said, "Eisen, go ahead."

"Thank you for taking charge."

Eisen bowed slightly to Otson, then turned around and strode away.

The middle-aged sorceress looked at Eisen's back as he turned and left, and couldn't help but say, "Master, how can you let Eisen go? He belongs to our Eye of Bermuda..."

"The Three-Flame Golden Lion should be born."

Otson interrupted the middle-aged sorceress. He looked ahead, at Eisen, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and said, "It's been more than two hundred years. Eisen has been suppressed enough. Now, let him go."

"Just right, let others see the three-flame golden lion of our Bermuda Eye."

"See what a true top bloodline sorcerer is."

Ahead.

Eisen was walking non-stop, and his golden cloak kept fluttering in the wind, like a flag fluttering or waves surging.

Faintly, under the surging golden light, there appeared an extremely huge golden lion with three heads, which was looking up and roaring.