Reginald looked at the LeBlana beside him with a slight surprise on his face, exactly the same as the oncoming LeBlan, and the two dangerous women stared at him with that very feminine smile on their faces. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Such a smile was full of playfulness, and even if LeBlanc didn't explain, he immediately understood everything.

"'Secret Technique: Blind Eyes.'"

LeBlanc smiled and said her secret technique, which is to make her body disappear for a short time, and after a moment, she conjures up a fake body in its place, which is usually just her golden cicada shelling technique in a dangerous moment.

"When I fell from the tower, I knew that things were not so simple, so I directly cast this technique, and then used space magic to get out and send a message. Anyway, I know that as long as you have a little magic left, you can't fall to your death, as for my fake body," her hand stroked the fake body's face, "I just didn't expect that you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade so well, baby, and even take care of my fake body so well." She said coquettishly, walked over to him, and handed him a bottle of magic potion, the glass vial contained a blue potion, even through the sealed bottle for alchemy, there was still a faint sense of energy.

Then the two LeBlanc stared at the white-robed mage together, and saw that Reginald's heart was furious, swallowing saliva, and raising his head to drink the potion.

"The students have been moved to the basement, and there is Ms. Shuria to watch over them, and nothing will go wrong." A hoarse female voice came from behind her, the man's purple robe covering his entire body, and his cheeks were covered by a veil. Protective Magister Audion. On file, she was much younger than LeBlanc, but to her voice, it looked like she was coming from an old witch.

She hurried to the battlefield not far away, and the elders of the lizardmen seemed to notice her approach, and a huge fireball joined into a sea of fire, engulfing her.

But between the firelight, the purple-robed figure slowly stepped out, without a trace of scorching, and even the sparks that fell on the body would be engulfed in an instant. The lizardmen surrounded them, and by the time they noticed the magic gathering on O'Deen's veil, it was too late.

A powerful shockwave erupted, and the stray bullets of energy blasted the surrounding monsters to pieces, leaving countless craters on the ground.

Odene the Witch Hunter. The mage's terminator, the veil that never leaves her body is transformed by her secret arts, which can absorb all magic, so that she can be unscathed between the mage's barrage, and the energy absorbed in the veil will become her sharp blade!

"Heh, the guys from the Blue Academy, they can only say some high-sounding things, they are really in crisis, but they need our Purple Academy to protect their academy." Reginard heard another male voice speak in a cool voice, his voice was very peculiar, as if it sounded not from his mouth, but from the heart of the listener, which made people have a splitting headache, but blocking the ears could not block this terrible magnetism.

His cheeks were covered with a mask, and on a pale and elegant mask, there was a pair of strange blood-weeping eyes, which made people feel terrified. Behind him were many purple-robed wizards, who also hurried from behind. Randry, a warden, is a guy who specializes in mental magic and takes pleasure in torturing prisoners.

Although Reginald didn't like these Purple Courtyard weirdos very much, he was grateful for their help - most of them were masters of the dark arts, and when they were admitted to the War College, Reginald also tried his best to convince the old diehards in front of the old great magicians.

However, since just now, there has always been a question, haunting my mind, that is, the magic circle in the crystal hub that devoured their magic power, and the strange earthquake, what is it?

"Be careful!"

With a flash of golden light, the surrounding scene changed instantly, and Reginard found himself already a dozen paces away. This is......

LeBlanc smirked from the sidelines. It's her secret technique of space: Shadow Shadow. He is not good at space magic, and he can only envy, envy and hate at this time.

It's just that where he was standing just now, the golden light had not yet dissipated, and the huge stone fist had already smashed into the ground, making a loud roar! Several nearby magicians couldn't dodge it and were smashed into meat sauce.

Behind them, a giant golem let out a menacing roar.

"Yes...... It's an ancient golem. ”

Ancient Golem. In the era of ancient rune wars, the war golems used by the magic lords to guard castles and raid expeditions were not harmed by magic, and with their huge bodies, infinite brute strength, and anti-magic shells, they have always been feared by magicians.

There are indeed many golems in the ruins where the War College is located, but they are all silent, no one knows how to activate them, and they have only been decorative sculptures and research objects. And now...... It was one of them who attacked them.

Reginard closed his right eye lightly, and above his eyelids, the purple magic light was like a brand, outlining the outline of the magic array, and when he opened his eyes again, the purple magic array was reflected in the pupils, emitting bursts of light.

"Forbidden Spell: Pupil of Fate".

Everything dissipated before his eyes, and the world unfolded to him in its most direct and primitive form, pulling the ancient golem's magic energy like a puppet's thread, extending to the magic circle on the crystal hub, tracing back to the origin, within the barrier maintained by many lizardman elders, there was an old and powerful lizardman, chanting a lost ancient incantation with his eyes closed!

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect this lizardman tribe to know this lost secret art.

The magicians pulled their formations back, and the brilliant magic light smashed down on the giant golem, which was easily bounced away - yes, bounced away.

There was no scar left, and the power of the spell was directly flicked in the direction of the surroundings, blasting out pieces of mess, and even the furious blade of the demon rope could not cause obvious wounds on the huge body of the philosopher's stone.

"Damn! This kind of guy! Reginad cursed, summoning a mist of water in an attempt to confuse the golem's sights. Just then, he noticed a figure.

The man stood on the spire, his hat draped, a slender club behind him, and he was watching the fierce battle between the two sides.

And now, he leaped into the crowd of grappling people, the slender iron rod in his hand provocative and whipped him, focusing only on the pain points and avoiding the vital points, as if only to separate the two sides of the battle.

Magicians, guards, and lizardmen continued to attack him, but they were all hit by a long stick, and the sharp pain that hit the heart muscle temporarily robbed him of the ability to fight, and gradually no one on either side dared to step forward easily, and the mysterious man in the hat stood in the center of the two sides, and a large area was vacant around him.

He is independent, with his left palm standing in front of him, his thumb slightly flexed, and the rest of his fingers together, making a strange mudra.

With such a starting style, coupled with this outfit, there is no doubt that he will be a warrior monk of Ionia! However, the Ionians who live far away on the islands have always been independent, and few people visit the continent of Valoran.

"What guy? Friend or foe? Ghost Suo asked in a deep voice, the other party did not answer, the berserker couldn't hold back, with the fierce lightning, the onslaught went away, and the iron rod of the warrior monk was also swept head-on.