How could he be so unlucky, he was clutching his bloodied left leg, and the place below his knee had turned purple from excessive blood loss. www.biquge.info He hid himself tightly in the thick and dense artemisia grass, staring at the blue light "man" that suddenly appeared, although it hurt, he didn't dare to scream, he didn't even dare to move. Because Abara felt that the other party's tone was not good, and the energy contained in the blue light was extremely high, and the strength was very terrifying.

"So you don't plan to live anymore?" Mendel felt strange as soon as he said it, he didn't even know who the other party was, and he didn't know how many people were on the other side, and they didn't do anything, so they were pushed to the opposite side of the endless death?

But his sense of crisis was so real that Mendel, who had always been condescending and domineering, felt like a hare being targeted by a hunter, and this panic that came up from the bottom of his heart was a great shame for the proud Mendel.

"Hmph!" Mendel snorted coldly, and the thunderbolt that had been intended to be thrown on the carriage and smashed into the darkness on the side of the road.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the unbridled power of thunder and lightning shattered the dense artemisia grass, and the next moment, the sky-high fire ignited a messy night.

"Look for death!" Mendel looked at his masterpiece and showed a cruel smile, he was very satisfied with the strength of his strength, and being blown up by the thunder beads of this intensity, the enemy, even the strongest of the same Great Magician realm, would be wiped out in an instant. What's more, he Mendel dared to pack a ticket, and there was absolutely no second elemental fluctuation at that moment just now.

Comfort yourself that the "enemy" - if there is, has been blown to pieces. Mendel turned around in a moment's time, intending to clean up his booty from the ashes of the carriage.

"That's the relic of the youngest magician in the history of the Empire," Mendel couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the mountain of magic crystals in Jarrime's storage ring, how many years he had been humiliated by this younger brother - at least that's what he thought. The trophy that belonged to him Mendel was ruthlessly taken away by Yarime, the seat that should have been reserved for him in the Royal Wizard's Guard was taken away by this half-brother who was fifteen years younger than him, but he was deeply favored by his father, and he had to be reprimanded for everything he did, and he, the damned Yarime, did everything right, it was the "pride of the family". I'm older than him! I'm the first heir to my father's Aryan duke! And what about him, Yarime? This damn brother is just a misfortune accidentally caused by his father who is over sixty years old and a concubine in a partial house, who knows if he is his father's seed! But my father left all his favor to this damn old man, and even announced at the clan council a month ago that he would inherit the title after his death, and he would be the hereditary Aryan lord.

The humiliation that Jarime had inflicted on herself could no longer be carried in words, and her resentment against him could not be eliminated by a thunderbolt blowing him to pieces.

But at least, blowing him apart will calm his emotions for a long time, and hopefully, after successfully succeeding to the position of Aryan lord, he will be able to gradually forget those unbearable years of struggle, and regard this guy named Yarimes as a test given to him by God, a stinky and hard stepping stone on the road to his success.

Mendel forced himself to calm down, to calm down, to squint his eyes, but, but—that was an alchemist of the magister-level level, and the treasure he left behind must not be comparable to that of short-sighted magicians. Enthusiasm for his brother's relics instantly diluted Mendel's nostalgia for the past.

"It's a pity that you can't see him, father, didn't you say that I was worse than him? Don't you all think that I will never be as good as Yarime? Don't you think that he is the only one in the family, this damn worthless alchemist, who has the ability to break through the confines of the great magician's rank and impact the realm of the spiritually supreme magician?" Mendel thought to himself, paradoxically: " When I plunder the wealth of the youngest alchemist in history, and use all the magic weapons he made for my own use, I don't believe that with my current strength as a great magician of the thunder system, I can't get past the hurdle of a magician......?

The explosion of self-confidence made Mendel feel that the world is so big, where can it not be pursued?

Mendel suddenly remembered that he had actually always felt that Yarimes had some kind of elixir to make his cultivation speed much faster than ordinary people, especially his identity as an alchemist, he couldn't help but let himself doubt, to be honest, this kind of thought had been bothering him for more than ten years.

"Let me see what treasures you have, your mysterious magic ring, and the magic weapons you have refined, your position as the lord of the city, everything you have fought for will all belong to me after you turn into powder, no,"

Mendel paused for a moment and thought, "This is all a return to its rightful owner." ”

"Who told you to have to attack the pure spiritual freedom of the magician in this wilderness, it's not that you don't know how much magician magic power can be retained, it's all up to luck. ”

"This is called self-inflicted iniquity, and not living. Mendel commented.

It's funny when you think about it, "Second only to the unattainable height of the Great Magus, the spiritual power is extremely powerful, and the synonym of wisdom and talent - the Magister, can't even compare to the magic power of a middle-level magician......

Mendel couldn't help but laugh heartily, he looked at the burning chariot and thought to himself, "It's not certain that you will be able to practice to the realm of the Great Magi, so you will be desperate to make a wedding dress for someone else." ”

"God is really up to me, I am the rightful Aryan city lord, Yarime, a clown who wants to fight with me, do it himself. ”

Mendel was completely immersed in the ecstasy of the destruction of his enemy, and in his opinion, the heavens had entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, so he sent Jarrimes as a touchstone to hone himself, and according to this logic, every time he lost to Jarrimes in the past, he was accumulating the necessary strength for his rise.

And Yarime's every move seems so absurd, he is the foil that God uses to set off his greatness. Jarmie's talent is just to create a goal for himself that can be used to catch up and surpass, and motivate himself to study thunder magic harder; his father gave Jarimes the position of lord of the city is just a dark night before dawn, and he survived, everything is his own, and his own perseverance; every exam when he was in school, he did not do as well as Jarrime, it was the great god Ovi who warned himself that there is always room for improvement; Banhua Xiaomei refused his pursuit but secretly sent Qiu Bo to Jarme, that was because he Yarime skipped a grade, and he was shameless……

The more he thought about the past, the more angry he became, which overwhelmed Mendel, and he decided to wash away the shame of his past with the victory in front of him, to prove to everyone, to his dead father, and most importantly to himself, that he was stronger than Jarime!