Wendy, on the other hand, began to apply healing magic to the poor magister, allowing him to hold out a little longer.

Thanks to Wendy's efforts, the Magister soon woke up. But what greeted him was Wendy's cross-examination: "The first thing is nonsense, how many other Magisters like you are preparing to slaughter cities in various places?"

Although the Magister's life was suspended by the healing magic, he couldn't exert any strength in his body, and replied softly, "In addition to us, there are nine others!"

"Which cities are you targeting?"

This time, no one stopped them, and the names of the last two cities finally fell into the ears of Wendy and Philip.

"No one can defeat the Extreme Black God!"

Wendy sneered: "It's too early for you to draw conclusions now, right?"

The muscles on the Magister's face twitched a few times, and he slowly pulled out an extremely ugly smile: "You are just taking advantage of the unpreparedness of a few of us to make a sneak attack this time! If you set up a position and attack head-on, you may not be able to win!"

Wendy and Wendy looked at each other, both noncommittal.

The Magus chuckled twice, as if mocking Wendy's innocence, "We Magisters have only learned the surface of the dark arts. The real black magic is far more terrifying than you think. Compared to the Extreme Black God of Magic, we are like grass and a hundred-year-old tree comparing the size of the god, the difference is even greater! You even have to work hard to deal with a magister like me, how can you win against the Extreme Black God?"

Wendy said coldly: "You don't have to worry about this! You just need to answer my last question, and I will free you!" The Magister was covered with fatal wounds, and he felt severe pain in every place, and laughed wildly when he heard this: "I can't imagine that there are such dull and naïve people in this world?!

Wendy tossed the dying stiff-mouthed creature into the distance, dispelling the magic attached to him. I saw a wisp of black smoke flickering across the surface of the Magister's body, and a heart-rending scream suddenly sounded with the blood of the rolling user.

"Wendy, didn't you say you had to hurry to those cities, can you save one of them?

Wendy smiled and pulled him onto the Purple Wing Flying Fox and flew towards the second city. And in the city where the battle had just begun, the surviving half of the inhabitants did not dare to step out of their houses for a long time, talking to each other about the disaster that had just happened, completely unaware of what they should do and what they should avoid.

It opened its mouth to defend itself, but every time it tried to say something, Fania would release the pressure of its bloodline on time, so that it had to hold the rest of the words in its stomach!!

The second city is Rheinberg on the Rhine. The city was built hundreds of years ago, and the most striking symbol of the city is the ivory castle that stands on the north side of the city. The castle was awarded to the Duke of the Rhine during a war hundreds of years ago and is still the residence of the Duke of the Rhine family.

When Wendy and Philip arrive over Rheinberg, they find that there is nothing unusual in the city, and they can't even detect the death aura that is characteristic of black magic. And when they landed on the Rhine on the east side of the city, their attention was drawn to the sound of a fight.

"Wendy, it's the smell of dark magic!" said Philip with certainty as he spat out a fork-shaped snake letter. E-Book Workshop

Wendy looked at the Rhine like a slender ribbon of diamonds lying quietly in the green grass of wildflowers, winding into the blue mountains in the distance.

On the other side of the Rhine is a birch forest that stretches for almost a kilometer. Wendy used her detection magic to test a little, and easily discovered that the dark magic aura that Philip spoke of was emanating from this wood.

"It seems to have come from the side of the woods!!Let's go, let's go and see!" Wendy chanted a spell, using magic to obscure the two of them, entering a special state similar to stealth.

The two crossed the Rhine from a stone bridge a hundred meters away and came to the vicinity of the birch forest. The sun poured down, reflecting the long tree trunks scattered with claw-shaped black marks as white as jade, quite a dreamy charm. However, whether it was the shouting of killing on the other side of the woods, or a magic arrow flying through the woods, the two people on the other side of the woods were on guard and had no intention of paying attention to this scene.

Quickly making her way through the woods, Wendy finally saw the figures of the two sides of the confrontation.

Not far from the birch forest, seven or eight figures wearing slippery feather helmets were as agile as cheetahs, constantly changing their positions, trapping the black-robed mage holding a wand firmly in the center. Seeing those special armors with slender white feathers on the sides and seven or eight points similar to the hood, Wendy recognized the origin of these rangers at a glance - the best of the Rhine rangers: the Wind Feather Ranger!

Most of the strength of these Wind Feather Ranger is between the high-level Ranger and the more powerful Gale Ranger, and it stands to reason that the combined strength of seven or eight people may not be able to stop the mage of kidney failure and black magic. But what Wendy didn't expect was that the tacit cooperation of these people largely covered up the lack of their own strength, and even faintly showed signs of overpowering the Magister!

Once the mage begins to chant a spell or raise his wand, several rangers shoot arrows with their bows and shoot glowing magic arrows at the mage. These magic arrows were so powerful that the Magister did not dare to slack off, so he had to give up chanting and casting spells to resist. After going back and forth like this several times, the Magister seemed to be tired of this scorching situation, and seemed to have exhausted his strength, and after a few quick gasps, he raised his right hand, and the tail ring on his finger suddenly became black, enveloping him in a thick black light.

"Everyone, be careful!Stand back!!!Kiring, Saldo, attack with me, !! with the Killing Curse"

The two Wind Feather Ranger came out in response, chanting softly in their mouths, and a whistling pale blue storm quickly rolled up and down Zhou's body!

Seeing this, Philip said curiously: "Huh, what a strong wind magic! Wendy, this trick is very powerful, and it is almost catching up with the forbidden spell magic!"

Wendy sighed, "yes, but alas, it's still a little worse than forbidden magic!

"Are you saying that the Magus is going to fight back?"

"Yes!

As soon as Wendy finished speaking, three glittering turquoise arrows shot out of the air, blasting towards the increasingly large pitch-black light mask.

The Magus, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a cry and waved his large hand with the tail ring forward.

This is a young man with a slightly chubby body! This young man was born with thick black hair, a few freckles on his childish face, and his eyes as black as ink were as sharp and powerful as an eagle!