End of the Magic Era

“It's all right, just don't break your hands and legs.” Farrow said irresponsibly, drawing a giant two-handed sword from the shelf and passing it hard to the house beside him: "House, go and compare it with the Bill Swordsman. ”

“Ok... ok.” Haus hesitated a little, but he promised quickly. Compared to the 5th level magician, the 8th level swordsman won't be much stronger. He used more control spells himself. There should be nothing wrong with swirling around...

No, wait...

Faroese alchemist gave himself a two-handed sword for what?

When I think of the dragon powder that I drank earlier, a "brush” on House's face became white.

No way...

Faroese alchemist, is it... is it to fight that Bill up close?

“French law… Faroese alchemist?” Hauss' gaze at Farrow quickly became incredibly complicated, questionable, begging, fearful, and for a moment, Hauss looked like he was about to cry.

Farrow Alchemist, is this a joke too big?

That's a Class 8 swordsman. Look at his two-handed sword. It's almost higher than mine. Let me fight him closely. Isn't that exciting?

“What are you afraid of, you just drank Dragon Power medicine, what's wrong with a level 8 swordsman? Even if he chops off your hands, chops off your feet, chops off your head, we gold-plated roses, all the alchemists will always remember you! ”

“...” Haus could barely hold the giant sword with his hands. Cut off his hands, cut off his legs, cut off his fucking head. I also want the gold plated rose. All the alchemists will always remember what I do...

“All right, Bill Swordsman, our house magician is ready, let's go! ”

“Hey...” Haus startled, when the fuck am I ready!

Unfortunately, Hauss didn't even have time to ask the exit, and he felt like someone pushed himself behind him. Suddenly, when Hauss paused, he fell and collided and rushed over to Bill. The giant sword in his hand was so immortal, he actually chopped his head off...

Bill is an eight-level swordsman of the Eighth Scripture. As a member of the Barbarian Bull Mercenary Corps, he has experienced a lot of dangerous battles and reacted quickly. Is it possible to compare a level five magician such as Haus who has never seen blood before? All he saw was a giant sword in Bill's hands. “When” crisp sounded, he cut off a sword from Haus' head and opened it to the recruiter.

Then, just heard a heavy, broken voice, Bill hurried and hurried back. There was a giant sword with a tall hand in his hand, as if it were a straw, chopped down several times, and scared Haus not even dare to recruit a fight. At the bottom of his foot, he walked back “slowly" and looked back into the crowd...

“Hauss, why don't you fight back? Do you really want to get your head cut off?” When Farrow stood there pointing, it didn't mean anything about back pain.

“...” Hauss sounded green, thinking that you wouldn't let me use magic, let me fight back a Lv8 swordsman, do I fight back with my fingers?

Unfortunately, Bill doesn't care how many you have. A giant sword in your hand has struck a heavy blow. It's just a few raids that drove House to the corner of the wall, and then another heavy chop fell...

“Shit...” At first glance, Haus was already irrevocable. At the moment, he was scolded by a dirty phrase. For a while, he couldn't care less. Raising a giant sword with his hands was a fight.

In the blink of an eye, you only hear the sound of "when"...

The audience in the lobby are a little impatient to watch...

A 5th level magician goes to recruit an 8th level swordsman attack, and is still a weird pervert like Bull Bill. Under this sword, the 5th level magician is afraid to take anything with his hands in the future...

“Huh?” But at this time, Haus shouted, because Haus suddenly discovered that his power seemed much stronger than he thought. It was so simple and simple that he blocked Bill's attack. No, no, no, not just blocked it. The moment the two swords collided, he clearly saw Bill take two steps backwards...

Moreover, after this collision, my hands were not broken, not even a little uncomfortable...

Is this the effect of the Dragonfly?

With this idea in his arms, Haus tried to raise the sword with both hands. Until this point, Haus suddenly discovered that the seemingly heavy sword with both hands seemed much lighter than he had imagined. When he lifted it, he did not bother at all, but waved it gently, and the powerful sword split out.

The power of this sword is so heavy that even Bill has to retreat.

Dragon powder, it must be dragon powder!

After personally sensing the power of the dragon drug, the fear on Hauss' face finally disappeared. He grabbed the giant sword in his hands and began his first wave of counterattack. The attack of the giant sword in his hands was similar to that of Bill.

The two people called and went from “Tinker Bell" in the center of the hall. Hundreds of spectators almost fell off their chins. Isn't it amazing that this dragon potion can make a 5th level magician fight with an 8th level swordsman closely, and fight like one another?

No, no, no, it's not just the same...

The audience was intelligent and quickly remembered. After all, Haus was only a level 5 magician. He did not really have swordsmanship training. Now he is fighting Bill like this. He relies entirely on the power provided by dragon drugs. If Haus had some swordsmanship training, maybe Bill would have fallen down by now!

When the fighting lasted 10 minutes, Faroe finally stopped shouting.

“Thank you both. ”

“Faroese alchemist is welcome...” Bill gasped heavily, even if he had a Grade 8 swordsman with a barbarian nickname, after such a fancy, completely hard battle, he felt a little underpowered.

Instead, opposite Haus, a battle to this day, there was no discomfort, but rather an excited questioning of Faroe: “Faroese alchemist, isn't it a dragon powder, isn't it a dragon powder? ”

“Yes, yes, dragon powder...” Farrow sent House away in two sentences, which led him to the center of the hall again, with a smile on his face, looking at Hawking with a pale face.

“Hawking Alchemist, your previous question, I can answer you now, I really didn't mean dragon drugs in exchange for the Ecstasy formula and formula, do you think I'm so naive and stupid? What kind of hemorrhagic agent do you have in your hand to trade me for? I advise you to go back and look in the mirror and see if you deserve it...”

After Farrow had finished, a sip of water spit on the floor.

The whole gold-plated rose hall was instantly silent...

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I'm so tired, I can't roll...

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