Magus Tech

"You know, you shouldn't be here." The middle-aged wizard, looking at Popovich, said in a slightly dumb voice.

Popovich heard the response: "Actually, this is what I think-you should not be here."

"But it doesn't matter," the middle-aged wizard said, "Since it's here, don't think about leaving."

"Huh." Popovich looked at the middle-aged wizard, "Are you sure? I'm thinking the opposite of you now, I want to leave here very much. And I want to leave, you absolutely stop Not mine."

"Really?" The middle-aged male wizard stared at Popovich for a while and chuckled, "You seem to be a first-level wizard, and I, but a second-level wizard. Do you really think that I Can't stop you?"

"Who told you that I am a first-level wizard?" Popovich Vicki looked up. "I just pretended to be a first-level wizard. In fact, I am a third-level wizard!"

"Third-level wizard?" The middle-aged wizard's mouth was raised, and he didn't believe it. "If you are really a third-level wizard, then I want to try my new spell. Let's just let me see yours Ability."

After the middle-aged wizard had finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fists, only to hear the trees in the woods behind him "clap", many branches broke, like dense spears, flying towards Popobo Wei odd.

If you take a closer look, you can see that each branch is wrapped in a faint blue energy, exuding a sharp breath. If you really treat them with the simple branches, you obviously have to suffer a big loss.

Popovich didn't care. Seeing the branches fly towards him, his expression condensed, and he scolded, quickly activating the bracelet spell props on his wrist.An energy shield was born, facing up against the branch, and then turned and ran.

While running, he took a glass bottle with a finger thickness from his arms, opened the stopper, quickly poured the medicine into his mouth, and quickly swallowed it.

"Don't be complacent, I warn you, I'm really a third-level wizard! As long as you give me a minute, no, half a minute of preparation time, I can beat you like a dog!"

Popovich cried, running faster.

The middle-aged wizard heard this and saw his attack blocked by Popovich’s spell props. With a sneer, the whole person jumped high, sliding like a big bird towards Popovich. Vicky quickly approached.

"Are you really a third-level wizard? Then I am a fourth-level wizard! I want to see, your third-level wizard, can block my several attacks!"

As the words fell, the middle-aged male wizard waved his hand, and a purple thunder fell towards Popovich on the ground.

Popovich a tumbling, completely unshaven embarrassment escaped the blow, then took a potion bottle out of his arms again, opened the stopper and poured the potion into his mouth.

"Hoo..." Popobovich cast a spell, running high on the ground, dodge, from time to time to find a chance to drink a bottle of potions, it looks very embarrassed, but he talks constantly: "Damn guy You don’t believe me to be a third-level wizard, do you? It doesn’t matter, I will give you a big surprise after a while.

Um, you attacked me with a wind blade?Ha, it's a pity, missed, stupid... goo!I'm leaning, fireball, I'm hiding... well, I didn't do it all, goo!"

In this way, after some chase, Popovich became very miserable.

I saw that the whole body of the clothes, under the attack of the middle-aged wizard, became tattered. Some places were corroded by acid, and some were burned by flames.It can be said that taking off the clothes and giving them to the beggars would not be necessary.

On Popovich's face, the exposed skin was also covered with dust and dirt.The back and the side ribs each have a wound cut by the wind blade, which oozes blood continuously.

But Popovich continued to insist on dodge, like a stubborn and cunning mouse, bombarded with the spell of a middle-aged wizard, doing all possible dodge, looking for all the opportunities he could find, and looking into his mouth. Fill one bottle after another.

The middle-aged wizard in the air frowned. He didn’t know what Popovich’s purpose was. Why did he keep on escaping, but he was slowly losing all his patience. He didn’t want to waste a night like this. time.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged wizard shouted and said to Popovich: "I advise you to stop struggling. Your level is indeed a first-level wizard, definitely not my opponent! You The best ending is to die under my attack, okay! So, go die!"

When the words fell, the middle-aged wizard slammed his fist, and saw the blue mine column of the bucket thickness, which fell sharply on Popovich.

This is obviously a kill!

Popovich on the ground at this moment, but suddenly stopped running, did not dodge, looked at Lei Zhu with a smile.

"Finally let me consume to the present, and finally give me a chance! It is almost the last bottle of potion, and I will let you know immediately whether I am a third-level wizard!"

In his own words, Popovich was swallowed by thunder, but just before being swallowed, he successfully took another bottle of medicine from his arms and poured it into his mouth.

"brush!"

The golden light pierced through the mine column and shouted, shattering the mine column.

"call!"

Popovich's body, wrapped in golden light, soared into the sky and jumped into the air higher than the middle-aged wizard.Looking down at the middle-aged wizard, Popovich exudes a strong momentum, shouting: "Do you want me to die? Ha, still weaker! Now, I want to see if I will die who is it!"

"You—" The middle-aged wizard looked at Popovich Victory, obviously a little surprised, and felt the shock of the mana waves emanating from Popovich Victory's body. He asked with wide eyes, "You... …Are you really a third-level wizard?”

"Otherwise?" Popovich looked up and looked at the middle-aged wizard with his nostrils. "I said, I am a third-level wizard, and naturally I am a third-level wizard. I never lie!"

"Then why did you always pretend to be a first-level wizard?" The middle-aged male wizard eased himself and looked at Popovich like a fool, annoyed, "Are you sick?"

Popovich was even more annoyed: "You control so much! Now you are in my hands, do you know? Now give you a choice: tell me why you should attack me inexplicably. The answer is clear, I can consider letting you go."

The middle-aged sorceress listened to Popovich Vickey's words, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he was thinking seriously, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After waiting for a while, Popovich lost patience and squinted at the middle-aged wizard: "Hey, don't you deliberately delay the time? I warn you, if you don't say anything, I'll really start !Of course, before you start, out of kindness, I can let you run for a while."

"Really?" asked the middle-aged wizard.

"Of course." Popovich said with a bit of revenge. "Anyway, my strength is far more than you. Let me run for a while and I can catch up. You can also try it. Feel. Hey, you just ran?! Run, no matter how far you run, you can’t escape...I can’t rely on, how can you run so fast! Wait, stop, you’ll stop for me!"