Versatile Mage

“Attaboy, Mulberry!” Zhao Kunshan jumped out of a corner and looked excited.

“It's horrible, I feel like I won't trust anyone in my life. ”

Movan took a long breath and glanced at the green tea... Oh, Mulberry.

Thanks to this second generation of demons, without his extravagant magic cutter, I don't know how many people will die to kill this Baiyang instructor.

“How are the others?” Xue Musheng asked.

The students hiding in the vicinity gathered, and only Zhang Xiaohou stood beside the fence in disillusionment.

As the battle ended, Ho Yu's blood dried up, looking at the bloodstains of the carpet, that sadness and condensation once again overshadowed everyone.

“Monkey, let's go.” Movan walked to Zhang Xiaohou, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

Zhang Xiaohou saw Movan, his emotions seemed to collapse completely, tears gushed out.

“Brother Fan, I want to be strong...” Zhang Xiaohou wiped tears desperately, almost swearing a venomous roar, "I must be stronger!!! ”

Zhang Xiaohou's thoughtful words echoed in his ear, but Movan was a little stunned.

Looking at this is always like a little buddy of a silly brother...

At this moment, he cried like a child, yet his heart grew baptized with hot blood!

Yeah, only if you get stronger can you protect the people around you.

……

Crossing the bridge, the light barrier like the city wall has been printed into the curtain.

The remaining eight finally squeezed a smile on their tired cheeks, and this time they clearly saw the magician wearing the Magic Society logo guarding them there.

This three-kilometre road is longer than all they have experienced in the previous seventeen years, and in any case they have arrived.

“The great forces are now a kilometre and a half away from us, and I hope that they will also arrive here safely.” Xue Musheng turned around and glanced back.

Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoting, Wang Sanfat, Zhang Shuhua and others nodded. They had fulfilled their duties as pioneer teams and experienced such life, death and peril. They sincerely hoped that the large troops would arrive smoothly. They no longer wanted to see blood dripping.

“Who's Movan?” A man with a Ministry logo on his chest came to the crowd and asked.

“I am." Movan raised his head, sweating, and he was just as tired.

“Come here, the chief wants to see you.” The man said.

Movan nodded and followed the military man of the Magic Society to a lookout tower built temporarily by earthly magic.

The lookout tower was high, and the winding ladder kept going up for a long time before finally reaching the top.

There is an empty observation deck at the top, filled here by a high wind, with some raw pain in the cheeks.

The observation deck did not have the most edge of a guardrail, and a man in a blue military trench coat stood in his arms with his untouched hair facing the wind.

The men's left and right hand positions, standing in rows of military magicians also wearing blue trench coats, their trench coats raised high, their pulled bodies at the most edge of the observation deck were tattooless, their sculptures were generally standing there without anger, and the emptying of the chief in the middle was even more awe-inspiring, which was completely different from what Movan had seen in the past as the brazen commander-in-chief of emptying.

Ten military magicians in a row, including the emptied chief, have a very powerful breath on no one, I'm afraid at least an intermediate magician!

They looked out over the distance and looked at the dome of the Silver Trade Building like a sword, the demon leader of the whole Bo disaster, the Wolf!

“Chief, Movan is here.” The man performed a military ceremony and slowly withdrew.

The emptiness did not turn its head, and the entire observatory was silenced for a moment.

“I'm glad to see you alive.” Slashing words don't always look like that, and even saying happy words doesn't really mix feelings.

The emptiness at this time is not the General Instructor that Movan knew. Perhaps this is his true face, majesty and arrogance!

“Do you know what I most want to do when I see you?” Movan questioned.

“Cut my head off and scold me. Baiyang was indeed a surprise to all of us as a member of the Black Holy See. Fortunately, you doubted him and saved his life.” Said the emptiness.

The emptiness of their affairs has been learned through the rewards of their men. The emptiness is quite surprising. Even their military ministry has not noticed the dangerous intentions of Baiyang's military magician. Why would Movan suspect him?

“Count you in reflection. When we first went to the cave guarded by Instructor Baiyang to practice, I saw clear signs of drinking water in the Yamaguchi Springs Pool, and more than one appearance. Later, I also asked Instructor Bai if he had any other summoning beasts, and he answered yes or no. ”

“With something so marginal, do you think he's in trouble?” Slashed dumb and laughed.

“The unidentified madness of the Phantom Wolf Beast was also a problem. In fact, I am also reluctant to believe that Teacher Bai is a traitor, and I am not entirely sure, I just left an eye on him, who knows what he really did to us.” Movan said.

Movan had only a few doubts. If he was sure that he was in trouble, he would have warned those around him the moment he saw the Baiyang instructor, and Movan had not taken into account the presence of the Black Beast Demon.

“What about Holy Springs?” The emptiness did not go back to talking about the debauchery and turned back to this most important issue.

“I was thirsty and drank it.” Movan gave an understated answer.

Standing on the edge of the observation deck, he almost slipped and fell, and the majestic hegemony he had just created instantly disappeared.

Turn around empty-handed and stare straight at Movan.

Nima, playing with me. Is your local sacred spring used to quench thirst when the mouth of the peasant springs is dry? It is the true heritage of the entire Bo City for thousands of years, even if it is far less amazing now than it was in ancient times due to the change of years, but it is also absolutely the magician's dream cultivation treasure in the whole country, it is directly drank by this boy... directly as water??

“This is no time for jokes.” The emptiness was so serious that it stared at Movan Dao.