The Magnolia Empire, the oldest empire in the entire Magnolia Continent, in the first year of the Magnolia calendar, the Magnolia Empire dominated the entire Magnolia Continent. Then www.biquge.info as time passed, the entire Magnolia Continent was constantly in dispute, and the Magnolia Empire was repeatedly divided. To this day, the Magnolia Empire is only one of the four empires. But even so, the Magnolia Empire is also the number one economic power, and it is also rich in magicians. The Magnolia Empire's Academy of Magic is also second only to Ernst Academy.

The number of magicians in the Magnolia Empire is unimaginable. Arnold is also looking forward to communicating with other magicians. Of course, with Arnold's current realm, Arnold, a magician below level eight, can basically ignore it, and only Arnold, a magician who has a unique view of magic in level eight, may be very interested.

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On a large road on the border between the O'Brien Empire and the Magnolia Empire, there was a caravan of several hundred people resting.

Quite a few people are eating.

"Petero, you kid, you just finished eating and refining the elements of heaven and earth there, you really worked hard." I saw a middle-aged fat man in a carriage say to a young man sitting cross-legged next to the carriage who was refining his magic power, but the tone was obviously not a compliment.

"Uncle Tren, I know my magical talent is low, but I don't want to give up, magic is so mysterious." In desperation, the young man opened his eyes, gave up refining his magic power, and began to talk to the middle-aged fat man.

This teenager is called Pietro. When he was seven or eight years old, his parents took him to test his magical talents, but after the test, he was disappointed. Pietro has an affinity for both wind and fire, but they are both inferior. Moreover, Pietro's mental power is only eight times that of ordinary people, which means that among all the magicians who are suitable for practicing magic, Pietro's talent is the lowest, and there is no one. In the end, his parents did not send him to the magic academy to study magic, but only let him re-practice martial arts and exercise his body.

The two chatted and chatted, and the middle-aged fat man kept reprimanding Pietro, but Pietro kept being perfunctory and didn't dare to talk back. Because the middle-aged fat man is much stronger than Pietro, the middle-aged fat man is a fifth-level warrior, and Pietro has just reached the level of a third-level warrior. The disparity in force made Pietro dare not resist him.

"Uncle Tren, look? A person came out of the Warcraft Mountain Range. As soon as Pietro saw someone, he immediately diverted Tren's attention. Sure enough, Tren stopped scolding Pietro and looked over there.

I saw a man wearing a dark blue ** law robe and a sword behind his back walked out from the side of the Demon Beast Mountain Range.

Wearing a magic robe, he is probably a magician. But there was a sword on his back, and the hilt of the sword seen from Tren's side was a strange shape, and the swastika did not belong to the continental lingua franca, and Tren did not recognize it or be surprised. Tren doesn't think that this magician is carrying a sword in order to be handsome, so it can be speculated that he is a magician with a fighting spirit, which is very likely.

Next to this magician was a three-meter-tall dragon resembling a velociraptor that was covered in pieces of black hard scale armor that looked similar to a velociraptor but was not a velociraptor . Because there was such a small velociraptor in it, the average seventh-level velociraptor was two stories tall and had a body length of twenty or thirty meters. And this black dragon is very small, it should be a wurm that I don't know.

"Is that a dragon?" Petro wondered.

"It must be a high-level dragon clan, didn't you look at those scared horses?" Tren glared.

The black-haired man walked towards the convoy, all the horses in the convoy were lying on the ground, not daring to move, and the guards in the convoy were immediately on alert.

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Seeing the appearance of the convoy horses, Arnold was helpless, which was obviously an unfriendly signal. "Red Eye, don't put your dragon power away yet." Arnold waited for the small black dragon next to him.

The small black dragon snorted, and saw the horses of the convoy also stand up.

Arnold slowly approached the convoy.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" A mercenary guard shouted.

"Look at your route, it should be to the Magnolia Empire, I hope you will take me by the way!" Arnold replied.

"It's easy to say, thirty gold coins are all it takes." The mercenary guard first turned around and muttered to a middle-aged strong man, and then came over to speak.

Arnold took a pocket out of his pocket, counted thirty gold coins and handed it to the guard.

After a little discussion, Arnold got to a flatbed wagon slightly behind the convoy.

After Arnold left Yale, he quickly came to the heart of the Warcraft Mountains, found the red-eyed black dragon, and signed a master-servant contract with him.

As Arnold's magic pet, isn't the red-eyed black dragon very big? Now so small is because of the talent of the red-eyed black dragon. Originally, it was generally at the Sanctuary stage that Warcraft could speak human language and change its size freely. But Red Eye, as a mutant of the Black Dragon Clan, has the ability to become bigger and smaller when it matures. Therefore, Red Eye followed Arnold this time, and was naturally asked by Arnold to be smaller.

But even if it has to be smaller, as a proud dragon, red eyes mean that three meters is short enough, and it can't be any smaller, so Arnold also let it.

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Seeing the red-eyed black dragon follow Arnold, both Tren and Pietro were under a lot of pressure. Indeed, the red eyes are now smaller, like a small wingless pterodactyl, and they have also put away Long Wei. But the red eyes still look quite scary, because the expressionless red pupils of the red eyes are very scary.

A meter away from the carriage, Arnold sat directly next to Tren.

Tren was stunned, no matter how fast the person moved, he could always see the figure! But Arnold was different, pretending to be forced to perform the Wind Escape Technique, and that speed was naturally not even visible in Tren's eyes.

But the young man next to the carriage, Petero, had a bright eye: so fast, this must be a powerful magician. Pietro rolled his eyes, stopped sitting on the ground, and walked directly to the carriage and sat with Tren.

"Honorable Magician, have a drink!" Tren respectfully handed over the leather bag containing the wine.

Arnold was not polite, he took it directly, poured two sips, and praised: "It's not bad, I haven't drunk for a long time." "Actually, Arnold hadn't drunk much before.

"Thank you, Lord for complimenting." Tren smirked, and the two began to talk. Petero, who was watching from the sidelines, was very depressed, and complained to himself in his heart, why he didn't think to hand the magician wine. It was obvious that he had just come out of the Warcraft Mountain Range and must be very thirsty. If you can worship this magician as a teacher, then you can also become strong. Arnold's appearance gave Pietro a hint of ambition.

Petero, who was very anxious, could only watch Arnold and Tren talk, and could not interject, very distressed.