Lying on the cold ground, old Trump thought to himself with chagrin that he had given up hope of life, and that the tide of battle had changed again and again, so that his heart had sunk to the bottom, and he could no longer raise any hope. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cold breath around him was shrouded, and the howling wind was from far and near, endlessly, and the cold wind blew him couldn't help but shiver, maybe hell would be warmer than at this moment!

Hey, why didn't you fight? What about the wind? What about the falling ice? Why didn't there move? Am I already dead?

Old Trumps, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but open it slowly, and the scene in his eyes made him stunned, there was a person standing in the sky?

I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them again, there was indeed a person standing in the sky! Whew! Old Trump let out a sigh of relief, thinking that all this that happened tonight was a dream, a false alarm, moving his fingers, the ground was cold, and the injured place was really painful, such a real dream, it was the first time in so many years, and he couldn't wake up tomorrow as tired as before, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to sleep!

A burst of pleasant female voices came, as pleasant as heaven!

Why are there still people singing in the middle of the night! I don't let people sleep well! I sang an ode just now, and I'm still singing, and I can't make it clear, what kind of good is singing!

Huh! Is it dawn? Where does this light come from? It shines warmly on my body, so comfortable, what does this feeling feel! It's so comfortable, why is it itchy on my body, I only took a shower yesterday!

Qingyue's female voice suddenly rose up, and then stopped abruptly!

I want to see whose child is singing just now, such a good talent, it's a waste not to be a singer!

Suddenly he opened his eyes, the soft light shrouded overhead, and after squinting for a while, old Trump sat up, horrified to find that the man standing in the sky had become a sitting position, and seemed to look at him with interest.

As soon as he thought of this, the elder Trump sat up, and he was surprised to find that the injured part of his body did not hurt, his waist did not hurt, his legs did not ache, his stiff back did not hurt anymore, and the old problems that had plagued him for a long time seemed to have disappeared, it was really a magical night.

Staring at his hands in disbelief, and looking and looking, the elder Trump turned his head to look at his two sons, and he realized that the two sons had somehow stood beside him, and looked at him ecstatically, as if something had happened to make them happy.

"Is everything that just happened real?" staring at the crack in his palm, which was the result of a long period of hard work, old Trump couldn't believe it at this time, it was real, he was really saved.

"Yes, father, we are saved!" replied the two sons, looking at each other. "Stand up, father, let us get out of here now! Your grandson is still waiting for you!"

"My grandson, hahaha! saved! really saved!" It was only then that old Trump burst out laughing, put his arms around his two sons, and stood up with a swift movement. "Let's go, we'll get out of here now!"

One, two, three! The civilians, who had long since known whether they were alive or dead, stood up one after another as if they had risen from the dead, and each stared at their hands in disbelief.

When they opened their confused eyes and saw that their relatives, lovers and people they cared about were safe and sound, they cried out loud and laughed loudly, and held him in their arms rudely, for fear that they would disappear again.

The battlefield, which was dead just now, has now become a sea of joy, laughter, crying, and prayers!

Just under the reminder of the Tatum City Lord, the commander of the Serial Legion gave the order in time, and after placing the severed limbs on the torn wounds, the pink flesh buds grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, although they could not move freely immediately, but they guaranteed that they would not be disabled, and the wounds cut by the knife and axe began to heal, everything was so magical, it was unbelievable to see everything.

Miracles!

If I had to find one word to describe it, it would be these two words!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the severed limbs could grow back, and the injuries they had suffered had healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had gone back in time.

Looking down at the scene unfolding on the ground, the old man sitting in the void suddenly spoke.

"It's okay, little fat man, there's nothing to do with them here, you can send them all away!"

"Okay, Lord Ice Emperor!" Looking at the civilians who were gradually standing up, the Tatum City Lord also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately responded after hearing the old man's words, without the slightest delay.

After a deep bow to the former, the Tatum Lord turned to the Captain of Serol behind him, whispering in his ear, occasionally reaching out to point at the civilians who had escaped death.

"Serol, I'll take care of the rest, you can leave with your people, remember not to leave any of them!"

"But!" said Captain Serol, who hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that the wounded soldiers had healed, his mind could not help but come alive again, this was the hole card that the goblin had left behind.

"No, but, with this lord here, even if the entire garrison legion is left behind, it is useless, it is better to find a place for these civilians to spend the night now, I think the legion is the most suitable place!"

After hearing this, the Legion Commander of Serol first frowned and pondered, and seemed to have an extremely difficult look at the Tatum City Lord, but after the latter whispered another word in his ear, he beckoned and called the sweaty black-armored knight.

"Fassbinder, you lead them to send these civilians to the station, let them stay there for one night tonight, and then hand it over to Tatum tomorrow!"

"Yes, my lord!" said Fassbinder, who was full of excitement, and then gave orders in a loud voice.

Looking at Fassbinder's busy figure with satisfaction, the Commander of the Serial Legion and the Lord of Tatum nodded in unison, although this person's personality is a little reckless, but once he gets serious, his efficiency in doing things is still very reassuring.

With the guidance of the army, the civilians with happy expressions have left here, although the homeland has been destroyed, but it doesn't matter, as long as the relatives are still there, the loved ones are still there, the hope is still there, the future can continue to create, everything can start again!

When the last wave of civilians left the place under the escort of the garrison legion, the battlefield that had just been noisy and lively suddenly became deserted, and there were only six people in the field, including Bronn and the other six people, the Tatum City Lord and the Captain of Serol, the Shico Barrebird, and the Ice Witch Taliscove.

When the cold atmosphere enveloped this place again, Bronn and the others suddenly found that their bodies could move, but they didn't dare to move, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble to the silver-haired girl, but his eyes always stayed on the two people, the goblin Santoro and the silver-haired girl Costinia, he didn't expect that the most inconspicuous person in these two teams turned out to be the strongest person among them.

But he didn't understand why the silver-haired girl who had just released several powerful spells could still release the closest to the legendary magic, the Great Holy Light Healing Technique, could it be that the elixir configured by the goblin Santoro was really so magical, could it really offset the hidden dangers caused by overcasting!

But when he thought of this, there was no joy in his heart, only worry, because there was a real strong man here, and the existence of this potion had a great attraction to him, and no one could refuse this temptation.

Suddenly, a voice of praise came from the sky, it was the old man standing in the void, at this moment he was looking up at the night sky with his hands behind his back, and he was repeatedly reminiscing about something, but he praised the silver-haired girl in his mouth.

"Hmm, the Great Holy Light Healing Technique!When was the last time I saw it, it seems to be fifty years ago!!"

"It's not easy, little girl! Even with our family's magic circle as a backing, this level of magic is not something that anyone can release casually!"

"You can be sent to Wynether this time, I guess Bach is a guy, he wants you to find him!

"Looks like I'm being underestimated!"

A series of self-talk came from the old man's mouth, and although his voice was not high, it was clearly heard by the people below.

Bronn and the others may be a little confused, but the two Tatum City Lords clearly judged from the words in their mouths which person the 'he' in their mouths refers to, only that adult is qualified to be jealous of the Ice Emperor, thinking of this, the two Tatum City Lords couldn't help but puff up their chests proudly.

But the next moment, the old man's words suddenly stunned everyone.

"Little girl, do you want to stay and let me teach you water magic?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent!

No one expected that the former would say such a sentence, not to mention the identity of the former, it was impossible to accept a student so casually, but also because he was the ruler of the Don Quixote family, and the rule that people who were not not allowed to learn to inherit magic was set by him!

To be able to become a student of the former is something that many magicians dream of, and it is a supreme honor, but for the silver-haired girl, it is a painful and happy choice, because she already has a teacher of roughly the same status as the former.

Moreover, the one she was about to visit was the strongest person in the entire Montimos Continent, and compared to the two by two, the old man standing in the void was really not the best choice.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the old man's words fell, the crisp voice of the silver-haired girl sounded.

"Don't, Costinia, don't leave Professor Bach!"

As if he had expected this result, the old man standing in the void only smiled.

"Hehehe, when do you want to learn water magic, come to me!

But the old man's words made everyone feel endless envy 'Anytime' has this sentence as a guarantee, which means that if nothing else, the silver-haired girl Costinia will become a pivotal presence on this continent in the next ten years or even decades.

Glancing at the slightly stubborn silver-haired girl, the old man standing in the void shook his head and smiled, and then looked at the goblin Santoro.

"Little goblin, now you can talk about the side effects of the potion!"

"You know?" said Goblin Santoro, who seemed unsurprised by the question.

"Hehe!" the old man standing in the void only chuckled.

"Wait a minute, it'll be soon!" the goblin Santoro smiled mysteriously.

"Huh!?" the old man standing in the void sighed softly, as if he had found something, and looked down at the silver-haired girl Costinia.

And at this moment, the silver-haired girl Costinia, who was still energetic just now, shook her body, and then collapsed to the ground, so fast that Bronn and the others did not have time to reach out to help, seeing this scene, he didn't have time to say anything, three steps and two steps and two steps, rushed to the former's side, gently hugged it in his arms, and his angry eyes fell on the mastermind who caused this incident, Goblin Santoro.

As if he hadn't seen Bron's angry gaze, the goblin Santoro turned his head to look at Helo and the others.

Sure enough, the scene that happened to the silver-haired girl was staged again, and the five Hailuo people, who were still in high spirits just now, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if they had been drained of all their strength.

Reaching out to the nearest Helo, the goblin Santoro spoke.

"This person will probably be in a coma for about three to four days!"

Then he pointed his finger at the other four.

"As for the four of them, it will take at least five days to wake up!"

Finally, he pointed to the silver-haired girl in Bron's arms with his hand.

"Little naughty, I'll wake up almost tomorrow!"

After saying this, the goblin Santoro rummaged through his pocket, and in a moment pulled out a crumpled hide, and raised it vigorously without pity.

"Mr. Sizemore, this is the recipe for the potion, and I gave it to you as compensation for this incident, what do you think?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the thin hand of the goblin Santoro, and this animal skin, which was worth a thousand gold, was taken out of his pocket at will, and even more easily and without pity, and he answered the old man's question in such an almost provocative way.

But the old man standing in the void smiled disappreciatively, and asked another irrelevant question.

"Little goblin, what's your name?"

"Richard Santoro!"

"Put away what you're holding! don't dangle it, I'm not interested!" said the old man standing in the void, something that surprised everyone.

But before everyone could taste the deeper meaning of these words, the old man's voice sounded again, and he said something that made Goblin Richard Santoro's hands and feet instantly cold.

"Which bastard is your teacher?"

"Poison Ethan Hawke Valentine?"

"Butcher-maker Kalash Sinikov?"

"Apprentice Davon Mackdo?"

"Or the Great Alchemist Gary Jones?"