"This.... How is this possible...."

Looking at the red-robed figure in the distance, who was chopping melons and vegetables all the way, as if driving colorful auspicious clouds, the voice of the strong man who looked like a pagoda was a little choked.

He never expected that the one who could save him would be the Wisdom Scepter Mage who chased the impossible, no, it should be called the Wisdom Scepter Archmage now!

However, the ease with which the wisdom staff uses the flaming sword to slash zombies also inspired the struggling Hercules.

Maybe it's better to use weapons against zombies?

Can't be underestimated!

With that, Hercules took out two dumbbells from the memory card, which he usually used to train his arm muscles, and used them as improvised weapons to smash them at the zombie's head.

With a "bang", the training dumbbell made of pure iron was extremely good, directly hitting the head of the attacked zombie into a depression, and inexplicable liquid flowed out of its skull, killing it on the spot.

"Whew~Ah~Huh~Ah~"

However, the Hercules who struck this blow was not easy and began to breathe heavily.

After all, dumbbells are not weapons made for combat, they need to consume too much energy when swinging, and the attack range is also very narrow, just a little stronger than empty-handed combat.

Prior to this, Hercules had been bitten by zombies in many places all over his body, and the injured parts had different shades of gray poisonous spots, which were corpse poison on the zombie's teeth, which also interfered with the normal play of Hercules to a certain extent.

This is also fortunate that Hercules has a trustworthy biceps, if he is replaced by a tall thin man with a hemp stick body and wants to swing dumbbells to attack, it is very likely that the enemy will not hit it, and his wrist will be dislocated first.

"Hercules steady, I'm coming!"

As if seeing the embarrassing dilemma of Hercules' combat situation, the flame at the tip of the Wisdom Scepter Archmage's longsword suddenly soared by half a foot, speeding up the slashing efficiency and rushing towards Hercules.

"Twenty-three years..."

The Wisdom Staff Archmage holding the Flaming Sword slashed horizontally and vertically, setting off a bloody storm, like a meat butcher wielding an axe blade in the vegetable field, cutting through all the zombies that appeared in front of him.

"I've been unlucky for twenty-three years, and I'm waiting for such an opportunity!"

The wand wielding the flaming sword fell into the memories of the past, and no one believed in him, no one supported him. Everyone was unimpressed by what he did, what he said....

Whether it's a past life or after entering a fantasyland.

No one cares about him, no one cares about him, even if he shows a great talent for fire magic, even if he rushes to the front line every time he fights, even if he is willing to walk on the edge of life and death, he is still despised and ridiculed by everyone.

He worked so hard, so hard, and as a mage, he had to learn the skills of a warrior and step forward, just to gain people's respect.

Accustomed to ridicule, cold reception, loneliness, and loneliness, the young man of the wisdom scepter is still full of heroic fantasies, and grows silently with a desire for warmth.

This loneliness is as huge as the frozen soil of a frosty forest, piled up thicker and thicker in the snow and wind day after day, never melting, thicker and thicker, more and more solid.

No matter how difficult it is, we must move forward bravely, and we will not give up no matter how sad we are.

"I don't want to be trampled under my feet for the rest of my life!"

"I've been unlucky for twenty-three years, just waiting for an opportunity! I'm going to fight for a breath, not to prove that I'm better than others, I'm just going to tell everyone that I have to get back what I lost! ”

"Ahhhh

With the low roar of the wisdom staff, a stream of red streamers visible to the naked eye escaped from his body, all condensed on the long sword in his hand, and the entire blade was burned red by the blazing heat, and when he held it horizontally with both hands, it turned into a flame long sword that was 3 meters long.

"Flame Hurricane Slash!"

The Wisdom Scepter Archmage was full of magical power, and the flaming sword in his hand spun at high speed, and after accelerating for a certain distance, it formed a whirlwind of flame slashing, and swept straight towards Hercules.

All the zombies encountered along the way were all stirred into charred slag and scattered, unable to form the slightest obstacle.

The flame whirlwind rammed all the way to half a meter in front of Hercules before it stopped, and the zombies of the entire ruined streets of the town were swept away.

A wave of heat washed over Hercules's body, and in the whirlwind of flames that stopped dispersing in front of him, an overdrawn Wisdom Staff Archmage also appeared.

With a "dang bang", the Wisdom Staff Archmage was no longer able to hold the long sword, the blade fell off his hand, and his entire body began to fall forward, being held by Hercules with both hands.

"You've done your best, Scepter Mage, you're a hero."

"yes, that's what it's like to be recognized...."

The overdrawn Scepter Mage closed his eyes and fell asleep in Hercules' arms.

In his dreamland, he met the reincarnator who peddled "Three Years of Spell Casting and Five Years of Melee Combat" in the novice area trading center, and after he paid the fantasy coins, the slight upturn of the corners of the reincarnation's mouth was still captured by him.

The scepter knew that it wasn't a smile of appreciation, it was a mockery of buying such a useless thing.

But he still proved himself.

The end of the caster may not necessarily be the end of the arcane and elementals, and the demon warrior can also have a place.

......

"Zhicane, you failed the exam again? Hahaha...."

"Zhicane, are you not good at brains, you can get this score in this test paper so simple?"

"Zhicane, the head teacher said that he has given up on you, and you don't struggle anymore, it's useless for you to work hard like this, no talent is no talent, learning is not useful by dying by studying...."

"You still like class flowers? It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat. ”

Hideous faces kept hovering in the mind of the Wisdom Staff, and they laughed loudly, sarcastically, sarcastically, and sarcastically, as if the more painful others were, the more satisfied they became.

The painful images continued to unfold like a slideshow, making the sleeping Zhiwan feel extremely painful, but this did not seem to be the end, and the picture turned again.

"You don't pee and look in the mirror, and you want a raise just because of your performance? Get out! ”

"I can't do this little thing, I don't think you're suitable for our department, I'll tell the manager and transfer you..."

"It's so easy to negotiate a contract, I think you should find another job, our company can't accommodate your Buddha, or you are still the company opposite us, that's our company's rival..."

"Like Xiaomei? You deserve it too?! That's the goddess of our [True Brother Express Group], we don't even dare to come forward to talk, brothers advise you, or dispel this unrealistic idea...."

“.....”

"Nope! I'm not! I didn't! I just wanted to prove myself! I can, give me another chance! ”

Zhiwan suddenly woke up, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

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