Versatile Mage

“We survived… we survived!! ”

“Gone, all gone, no dead spirit, no one!! ”

“We won, we won!! ”

Suddenly there was a cheer in the city, the light of dawn was bright, clouds were still there, rain was still there, but it didn't matter, as long as the army of the dead was no longer there, the city would be preserved, and they would survive!!

On the walls of the city, countless magicians were paralyzed on the ground, this havoc squeezed all their potential, they were ready to die, but did not expect to survive to the moment and witnessed the tide of the dead fade!!

Unbelievable, not even their own.

The feeling is no less than the storm tide is about to pass the throat, the rain will make everything rise, suddenly the black tide fades, falls to its feet, and returns to the small island on which it is stepping...

I don't know how many people fall on their backs, let the rain fall on their faces, the cold rain is hot, can't put out the excitement and joy in their hearts!!

How many people held each other tightly, and the desperate cried after birth, knowing, not knowing...

Some of the magicians in the outer city have returned, while others are standing in the ruins of this empty debris, awakening for a long time.

Movan also stood on the already tilted tower with his eyes on the north.

The sacrificial mark has disappeared from him, the long silver buttoned hair has recovered the original black pull on his face, the fiery and thunderous lightning retrieved to the depths of his soul, the battle is over, the demon deep in his soul should also sleep, otherwise his young life will suddenly become an old body shell.

“We... where are we?” Zhang Xiaohou woke up for the first time, shaking his head hard.

Soon he saw Movan sitting on the edge of the tower, his face showing joy, holding Movan in one hand, excited words incessant.

Movan has not fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the devil, but seeing Zhang Xiaohou cry like a silly brother, he still can't bear to shoot him in the head.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohou calmed down. Seeing Movan staring north, he asked, “Did you see it? ”

“He's been there, hasn't he?” Movan asked slowly.

There are too many things to explain in this holocaust, and it seems that there are people who are clandestinely fighting the Black Holy See.

However, Movan never saw him until that moment...

“Well, he's always been there.” Zhang Xiaohou looked back at the city he was celebrating, and countless people were embracing Han Xiong, Zhu Meng, Xiaoxiao, mysterious white people who were returning to the inner city.

In fact, Han Xiong, Zhu Meng, Xiao Xiao, mysterious white people have not seen the emptiness, nor recognize who wears the robe.

“Is he dead?” Movan asked.

At the moment of the emptying, Movan felt that the air was sour, stuck in his throat, making it impossible to say what he wanted to say.

Even if Zhang Xiaohou did not describe it, Movan, calm down, could understand what happened at the altar, but he just walked away. Is the man he has always admired the most still alive, is it the ancient king, or is he emptied?

I don't know why, Movan's mind is filled with images of the past at this moment, and he remembers the fact that the General Instructor gave you a very difficult assignment in his experience, and that he was desperately lacking in the Moose Manor to worship himself. The most memorable scene is the scene where he flew to the Great Sky to lead ten dry men to kill the Winged Wolf!

When it was difficult in the Golden Forest Wasteland, he flew a thousand miles to rescue himself.

He is a trainer in practice, but more like a teacher on his own magic path, not teaching himself any magic, but telling himself with action what a man of the heavens and earth is!

“Fortunately, we should not have let him down in this bloody battle with the Black Holy See.” Movan sighed and took his eyes back from the north.

“Mmm!” Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.

They are both students who have been emptied by the General Instructor, always.

The city may never know who made it all go away, but they will remember it.

And the Black Holy See, they were a battalion and plotting a terrible plot, but would never have thought that what really ruined their celebration would have been the head of Bo's military ministry, which was never the same.

Where's the rehearsal?

They committed heinous crimes in Bo, but they bred people like Movan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoting, and Chopped Sky who wouldn't even want to fight wildly if they heard their Holy See name.

What the Black Holy See brings to the world is fear and death, and what brings them out of this catastrophe is fire that never extinguishes!

A small Bo city, where so many people can be born, an ancient capital of thousands of years, will surely produce more brave men. The madness of chaos, terror and annihilation of the people of the Black Holy See can never rise higher than the determination of these people to eradicate the Black Holy See!!

The seeds have been buried and poured into the tears of a loved one's tears...

It's bound to erupt!

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Upstairs, the eyeballs had highlighted the orbit, and it was impossible to believe that the scene was still hanging in the storm.

Celebrating the city, he's the only one who looks worse than dead.

The festival is gone, then the world he is about to go to is no longer heaven, his soul will fall into the same cursed boiler as the black beast demons, eternal ugliness, pain, enslavement!!

“Tap, tap, tap...”

The sound of the heel knocking on the ancient stone staircase, the bell tower will be empty, Muha heard footsteps and the atmosphere dared not breathe.

However, it seems that two people walked up together.

“What do you want me to do here?” A woman's voice came out.

“There will be no one here, I thought we were all going to die... Anyway, there are some things I've wanted to say to you for a long time, about 10 years ago, when we first met here, and you were just a hunter master. I know I may not be worthy of you, but for 10 years I've been just a regular magician... but for 10 years you've been the perfect woman in my heart!” A man's voice came from the side.

“Is that what you're talking about?” Women's voices are a little cold.

“Yes, I don't expect you to accept it, but I do hope you understand what I mean.” The man said seriously.

“As usual, I would accept everyone willing to bow to me, but unfortunately you told me this useless crap at the worst time of my life, and I didn't take it, I took it.” The woman said.

“What are you talking about... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” Halfway through the men's words, the voices became painful and dull.

The bell tower suddenly became silent and nothing could be heard.