Destroyer of Ice and Fire

The bloodstain on the man's face quickly disappeared, but a new bloodstain appeared on the back neck, forming the same mark as Nerico's back neck.

“Remember your mission, may you and your master leave more glory than shame in this limited life. ”

Bello also accomplished ancient rituals in this way.

“She's your captain because you're the second obedient magician to join.” Then he lit Niriko, on the edge of a metal cage, and gave the man a command: “Pack your armor, it's the fortune of your team of magicians. ”

“You kill me, I will never be a magician to anyone.” This accent is clearly a man of the Dova kingdom and his eyes say somewhat hollow.

“Weaker than in battle, far worse than I imagined, I have doubted my decision.” Bello looked at him coldly and grunted: “But as opposed to the mission of protecting the master from the sorcerer, the master also has the mission of protecting the sorcerer from the sorcerer, weak guy, are you really a deserter of the Bat Regiment, as those scumbags on the stand scream... but don't worry, even if the Bat Regiment comes to you with trouble, I will protect you. ”

Hearing Bello say these words, Nicole's mind reappeared to the idea that this guy was a total lunatic, an army of at least dozens of powerful teams of elite engineers, and how could a magician of this level be able to protect him?

But such a big story also creates a very strange feeling in her heart... if the Burning Legion people really come looking for trouble, will he really go along with his life to protect this guy and protect his so-called obedience to the magician?

“Protect the Bat Regiment from me? ”

The man muttered to himself, his hollow eyes suddenly shed a painful tear: “It would be great if the captain could really show up in front of me and see me as a deserter...”

“What is the problem? ”

Rowing peacekeepers and several burning corps magicians suddenly flashed to Belo's side. “Not a brilliant combat technician, but ineligible for Bat Corps base armor.” Loewe looked at the man's unusually painful face, nervously pulling his own hair: “What's wrong with the Bat Corps, how could a guy like you fall into a black market like this to fight like this? ”

“The Bat Corps is gone...” The man closed his eyes and the tears snapped out of his eyes: “Unqualified guys like me should have died in such a corrupt place...”

“Bat Legion gone? What do you mean?" The faces of Rowing and several Burning Legion engineers are all frozen.

“Xiaoxiao, the equipment room has just been used. Go and tidy up the equipment room. ”

In the middle of the kingdom of Aache, in Deer Cape Town, close to the city of Aachemara, a magician in his fifties commanded an apprentice.

This is a private fitness hall that is not too big.

Such private fitness halls, which generally charge lower tuition fees than the lowest paid colleges, teach families that are very poor and have mediocre talents of their own and do not meet the criteria for free admission to the college, but that themselves and their parents have some aspirational awakening teenagers.

And the magician who usually runs this kind of private fitness hall either has a lot of teaching experience, or has expertise in some areas to attract some parents to send their children.

The artist, in his fifties, was slightly fat, had a kind eye and a good temper, and the apprentice he was instructing at this moment, he was definitely a lullaby.

And the other man kneeling in the corner of the lobby, scrubbing the floor, naked and muscular, was Wilde, another elite student at Iron Forest College.

Elite students at the level of Chiro and Wilde, even if they lack the money to work, are presumably robbed of private tutoring by many, and would never do such shallow chores in a slim fit hall at this level.

But now Chiro and Wilde are like serious workers. After hearing the artist's instructions, Chiro ran to the equipment room next to him, carefully cleaned and put all the equipment inside back in place.

By the end of the day, all the teenagers who came to class here were polite enough to thank the teacher for leaving, watching several well-organized training halls and equipment rooms, and the slightly fat magician in his fifties had gleamed satisfactorily in the eyes, appearing in front of him, already like a real apprentice at work, in preparation for dinner.

“Professor Zhou of your Iron Forest College is certainly right to recommend you, you are indeed the most outstanding students of the Iron Forest College. ”

The slightly fat artist did not stop working for Luo and Wilde, just like a normal chat, some exclamation said: “Speaking of which, I have also graduated from Iron Forest College for more than thirty years. I was an elite student at Iron Forest College, but so far I have not achieved much. ”

“Teacher Qian, you have also taught a lot of good magicians in this slim fit hall, which has been a good achievement.” Wilder said very sincerely.

“But since Professor Zhou sees me so well that he wants both of you to study here, the greatest achievement of my life should be teaching both of you.” The slightly fat artist smiled, and then he didn't have a lot of bullshit to look at either. "The method of warfare that I was good at was one that required extreme calm and patience, so I let you do a lot of chores in a row, but you were better than I thought, and you were more mature than your peers. ”

“This is the scroll of my telekinetic surgery. ”

The slightly fat artist took out two exactly the same, and the new scroll was handed over to Chiro and Wilder, smiling and explaining: “My technique is a strange absolute positive physical defense technique. As long as it comes from a positive and opposite attack, the cardiac cutting edge formed by this technique can definitely be resisted with less technical particle consumption... So I said that there needs to be enough calm and patience, because the best way to use my technique against high-level technicians is to be extremely patient consumption, always patient to keep yourself in the right position with the surgical technique, don't let the opponent's technique attack your side and back. ”

“It turns out this is such a peculiar technique! ”

Chiro and Wilde couldn't help but look at each other.

Always allow your body to face each other's technical skills positively when fighting strong enemies, especially those who are one level higher than you, and if you have to consume them and finally decide to win or lose, you do need to be extremely patient, never be impatient and do anything wrong.

“Wilder, you yourself focus on intimate physical skills, which for you is equivalent to saving your life in the face of some technicians who can explode powerful technical skills in close proximity. ”

“As for Xiao Xiao...” the artist's eyes stopped on Xiaoluo: “Professor Zhou's judgment is correct, your personality, should let you use this technique no problem. ”

“This restrictive, but peculiar technique should work well against enemies, allowing me to resist higher-level magicians.” Chiro thanked the artist for his courtesy.

“It's just a pity there's not much I can do to help you, and I'm the only one that suits you that's equivalent to generic physical skills.” The old artist hesitated for a moment, but looked sadly at Lawrence and said, “Your unique, mutated blood talent gives you powerful abilities that some others don't, but it is also the biggest obstacle to your continued strength in the future. Because those giant dragons and other powerful talents are scarce, but after all, since the era of giant dragons, there has been a lot of inheritance, after all, more powerful forbidden techniques can be practiced and mastered. But your bloodline comes from the bottom of Storm Baratheon's dragon bloodline, and it can be said that from the Dragon Wars to the present day, in the last millennium, the entire Doraster bloodline has been one or two mutants like you. Most powerful forbidden techniques, your bloodline cannot be learned and mastered, but even knowledgeable dragon language scholars can develop up to a few powerful techniques in their lifetime. You are not a specialized research scholar, and you cannot create powerful techniques of your own. ”

“So…” After a pause, the old artist looked at Jiro, intensified his tone, and sincerely suggested: "In the future, you have to do something to find some powerful technology that you can practice… some defects, but it may also be useful. If the average artist can't see technology, you can't and can't see it. ”

“I understand. ”

There was an unusual light shining in his eyes.

The cultivation road ahead of him has become very clear in his eyes.

In his view, even if he didn't have the right technique, it would be absolutely worth staying here for so many days with the artist, listening to some of the things he said when teaching his students, and what he just said to himself.

Late at night, under the starry sky, complete your training and lay down on a rooftop of the Fitness Hall with your strength thoroughly dried.

Looking at the blinking stars all over the sky, Wilde blew his hair and couldn't bear to say: “I don't know what progress Erin's guys have made now. ”

“Their progress should be the kind of thing that we've been trying to keep up with later...” he chuckled.

“Hey, Chiro, are you still here? If you are, you'll be right in front of me. ”

At this point, a very unpleasant voice sounded outside this slim fit hall.

Chiro and Wilde were both stunned.

This voice, which they seem to have seen in the Valley of the Fallen Shadows, is the voice of the Tali family's magician Bai Ling.

This is a class of magicians with Donna, and she doesn't know them very well, and she's a real unexpected guest.

What's he doing here?