Chapter 18 The Forest of Death

Hortings did not dare to continue to whet Drank's appetite. He knew Drank's temper and had suffered losses in this regard, so Hortings directly began to talk about what he asked Drank for help this time.

"Old friend, a few days ago, I accidentally appeared a lot of earth puppets in the Forest of Death. At that time, I wondered why the Forest of Death had so many earth puppets such as ancient magic puppets. So I continued to explore deeply. Guess what I found?" Hotings said with an excited face.

At this time, Drake didn't care whether Hotings was excited or not. What he was most concerned about was the treasure of the Holy Light System. A few days ago, he told Ye Huo that he would help him find the remains of the Holy Light System. Unexpectedly, there would be news so soon.

"Don't talk about these useless things, just get to the point." Drake urged Hotings. Drake knew that if he let Hotings, the old guy, go down, it would probably be after tomorrow when he said the whole thing.

"Old friend, you are always so impatient." Hotings glanced at Drank dissatisfiedly and continued, "After I cleaned up all the earth puppets along the way, an underground palace marked with the symbol of the Holy Light System appeared." Ho Tings said with a mysterious face.

"Then what?" Derek didn't understand. Since Hotings had already appeared at the entrance, why did he come to him? This stingy guy is obviously not the kind of person who is willing to share things with himself.

Hortings listened to Drank's words and said, "Then I thought of you, my old friend, so I decided to come to you to explore together. We can share the loot equally. What do you think, old friend?"

"Don't be careless with me and get to the point! Don't think I don't know that you are an extremely stingy guy!" Drank didn't give his old friend, the eighth-order holy war, Hotings, to face at all, and directly told Hotings's fault.

"All right, all right! I admit that I did encounter some difficulties at that time, but I promise that I must have thought of you. Hotings tried to defend himself.

"Humph! I knew that you, an old guy, won't be so kind. With your strength and ordinary difficulties, will you find someone to help you? What on earth did you encounter? Is it an eighth-order dragon or a ninth-order octopus?" Derek seized the opportunity to hurt Hotings severely.

Hotings was a little embarrassed to hear this, even with his cheek. That's right, the eighth-order dragon and ninth-order octopus mentioned by Drank just now are what he experienced in his two expeditions with Drank.

"Hi, hi, hi! I said old friends, don't always think about unpleasant things. This time, I promise that there will be nothing like the eighth-order dragon and ninth-order big octopus. In fact, the main difficulty this time is that there is a magic seal at the entrance. Even with my fighting spirit, I can't break it by force, so I have to come to you for help.

"You can't break the magic seal by force?" Of course, Drank will not doubt the words of Hortings. Although his old friend looks a little crazy, Drank knows that Hotings will be so relaxed only when he really faces a trusted friend like him. In the eyes of outsiders, Thunder jihad is actually a very rigorous guy.

"Yes, there is a very powerful magic seal of the holy light system on it. I think it should be at least a masterpiece of a ninth-order mage, and aren't you the best at breaking this kind of seal?" Hortings looked at Drank frowning with a worried face. Although he knew that his old friend had a lot of research on magic seals, it was a holy light seal that had disappeared for thousands of years, so he could not guarantee that his old friend could break the seal.

To be honest, Dranker is also thinking about this problem in his mind. The title of the most erudite Dharma saint in Big 6 was not for nothing. But when it comes to the disappearance of the holy light seal for thousands of years, Drank is at most 50% sure.

"How about old friend? Do you want to go together?" Hotings looked at Drank, who was deeply thinking, and asked carefully.

The interrupted Drank was not as angry as before, but said to Hotings, "Go, you have to go! And I have to take one person with me.

Hearing that Hotings was overjoyed in the first half, but when Drank said that he would take someone there, Hotings was also stunned. As far as he knows, his old friend Drank has been living here alone, and he belongs to the kind of Lord who would not take the initiative to contact others if no one came to him. He didn't understand who the person in Drank was talking about.

"Who are you with?" Hotings looked at his old friend Drank with some doubt.

"My disciple." Drank looked proud when he said this, and his performance and his words also made Hotings grow his mouth.

"Old friend, when did you accept the disciple? Why don't I know?" Drake's temper is best known by Hotings. Like other Dharma saints he knows, he has long received satisfactory disciples. However, Drank's heart is always higher than the sky. In Drank's words, he must accept a level of genius.

Now he suddenly heard that Drank mentioned that he had accepted a disciple, Hotings was full of curiosity. He didn't know what kind of existence could make Drank, an old and stubborn man with a higher heart, as a disciple.

"Last year! And the disciple I accepted will definitely surprise everyone in the world. When Derek talked about Yeho, the pride on his face never disappeared.

"Go... last year? So what level is he?" Hotings asked doubtfully. Although he knew that Drank's disciple must be an absolute genius, when he heard that he had only received it last year, he thought he would not have a high rank. And their journey must be dangerous this time.

"It seems to be the fourth order." Drank thought for a tim and answered. Ye Huo had just broken through to the fifth level and was in the stage of compressing magic, so he didn't tell Drank about the advancement. Drank always thought that Ye Huo was still in the fourth level. However, it is definitely a genius to reach the fourth level at the age of seventeen.

Hearing the fourth level, Huo Tings cried. Shaking his head, he said to Drank, who has always been proud, "Old friend, aren't you kidding me? That's the forest of death, not a tourist destination. Even if we go to the eighth level, we dare not guarantee safety. Are you going to die with a fourth-level disciple?"

"Fother! You just went to die! Let me tell you, you don't know Ye Huo's ability yet. Taking him is definitely more useful than taking an eighth-level profession. Drake said discontentedly.

"Well, you can prepare yourself first. I also need to discuss with Ye Huo to see if he has time to go there." Drake didn't care what he wanted to say, and disappeared directly in front of Hottins.

Only Ho Tings, who was still in the same place, was left. At this time, Hotings felt as if he was dreaming. He had never dared to think that Drank would talk to his disciples, and he also had to see if the disciples had time to come. However, Hortings was still full of interest in the Yeho in Drank's mouth. He really wanted to see what kind of existence could make Drank like this.