Versatile Mage

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The rain fell without signs, from the initial drops of rain on the reeds by the wild creek to the western foothills of the Alps covered with heavy rain.

It was an extremely clean autumn rain, with no moist moisture in the distant mountains and no mist covering the long skies, falling from the very high clouds and shooting down on the earth with a crisp and delightful sound.

Two holy cities, golden and splendid, are in the clear rain of each other, as if a pure spirit had reached the ultimate Lake Ping, reflecting this ancient city of Jingmu.

It's also a temple, reflecting the fact that people in the Holy City look out of the city and find that the draining rainwater is “refluxing," and from their perspective, it shows another posture they've never seen, like drilling out of the soil back into the sky.

Time is walking slowly, and with this change in Al-Quds Al-Sharif, people in the city are starting to feel anxious.

The inhabitants of Al-Quds Al-Sharif itself are alright. After living in Al-Quds Al-Sharif for so many years, Al-Quds Al-Sharif has never caused half the suffering to its people. They believe in the Archangel Elder and in Al-Quds Al-Sharif. They have even taken an attitude of coexistence with Al-Quds Al-Sharif, a fight against the evil forces outside.

And those who are not the original inhabitants of Al-Quds, but only admirers, seem very panicked.

Many of them have no idea what happened, as if there was some kind of out-of-town disturbance outside the city, but everything seems peaceful. There is no so-called smoke. Why does the Holy City want such a big enemy as it currently is!

The only one who really wants to say it's not harmonious, I'm afraid, is the one hanging in the black stone falling belt, the giant black star branding is throwing his life and soul into the abyss of hell little by little. Is that really the biggest demon in the world???

It also seems that because of him, Al-Quds became so nervous.

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In the holy city of the earth, a number of people gradually emerged on the empty First Avenue.

Anyone who knows the situation knows that the war is on fire, so running to Al-Quds at this time is risky.

But there is no way, there are important people in the city who don't even know magic and are unfortunately involved in this magical war of change.

So successive people will come and ransom those who have nothing to do with the magic struggle.

“My lord, we are just a group of dealers selling specialty tea. The chairman of our tea dealer accidentally made a deal in Al-Quds Al-Sharif. He is an ordinary man, and even a gust of wind may shake on him, and he also has a heart attack if he is not able to return in time for medical treatment," said an Arab businessman.

“Are you affiliated with the Chamber of Commerce Alliance? ”

“No, absolutely not... In fact, we are not even qualified to join the Chamber of Commerce Alliance. We are just some merchants selling some private tea products in Europe, Asia, and some of our own families. The Evil Chamber Alliance defies the Holy City and the gods who have given us magic and power. I reject them like you! ”

“Well, you wait here, and we'll let the Sacred Oracle bring people down from above, but it takes some time, and everyone who leaves Al-Quds must be scrutinized, you know, this is a very extraordinary time.” Maurer said.

Since Sharjah was deprived of his power, Mauler has been reinstated.

Now he's in a good mood to see Movan hanging between the two holy cities like a death row inmate!

“Is there anyone else to redeem?” Maurer Mueller looked out the door.

Nobody answered.

The time itself was short, and it was believed that many people had not responded. As for the top 10 organizations, it was basically impossible to leave Al-Quds, even if they had left, either a corpse or magic had been completely abolished.

“Yes.” Suddenly, a very cold voice sounded.

Maurer looked to find a woman standing at the gate, wearing a black silk coat and a hidden rose of gold on her chest.

Her body was excellent, tall, but the lines were so soft, a hint of snowy silver stunning hair hidden in the hat, even if the wide robe hat covered half her face, just seeing the snowy white nose and the sexy lips would remind her of the whole face, how dumb it would be!

“Who are you redeeming?” Teacher Mueller hurried back to God and coughed as if nothing had happened.

“Him!” the woman pointed her finger halfway through the air and said with a certain tone.

“Who is he? There are a lot of people up there, you have to say his identity and name...” Maurer looked in the direction the woman was pointing out. Halfway through, there was a change in the color of the gods.

“My love, Movan.” The woman said.

Maurer had not reacted at first, and when he realized that the woman in front of him was the evil god who was hanging in the air, Movan, his mouth slowly widened.

Just kidding!!

The whole city of Al-Quds could be redeemed. Only Movan is absolutely impossible, not even the Head of State!

“Your lover, you are…” Maurer stared at the woman.

At this time, the woman slowly took off her hat, when a beautiful long silver hair dissipated, some sliding backwards along the shoulder, some drooling in front of her chest, one moment the beauty to the ultimate look under the roll of the hair lined with more choking!!

Probably because she lived in the extreme south ice for a long time, her appearance and temperament blended together, completely spotless, the elves born in the snow country...

“I'm Muningsnow. ”

Muninger preached to the Maurer.

Just as the voice fell, a cool breeze struck from the other side of the long bridge, through Muningsnow's robe and silver hair, through the gates of the Holy City, and through the long and wide First Avenue of the Holy City!

Maurer, as well as dozens of holy magistrates guarding the gates, were stunned in their faces, and their bodies were unable to move when they were planning to "draw their swords” to surround Muningsnow, who had thrown himself into the net...

This inability to act was initially just a feeling of muscle rigidity, but soon they felt that their blood was clotting and their bone joints could not twist in half.

At the end of the day, even the facial expressions were completely rated.

Still at the time of the Munningsnow newspaper's name, Maurer, who guarded the gates of the city, and the clergy all became specimens, and their eyes sparkled with wonder and horror did not fade away!!