"This Trier City, it seems, is a bit complicated on some level!"

Carlo secretly made a note in his heart that the magician, who was supposed to be transcendent from everything, actually united with the guards, and the guards were the subordinates of the nobles, which was equivalent to the magicians and the nobles uniting together. m.

Although the city of Trier may seem prosperous on the surface, there are many dark sides behind it.

"Come on, try if your chant is fast or my fingers are fast!"

Carlo had no intention of letting go, and then he didn't know how many orders the magician behind him was, but no matter how strong the magician was, when he encountered a warrior at close range, he could only surrender on his knees.

The ninth-order necromancer Saruman is terrifying enough, isn't it terrifying enough that after being approached by the lord, he hasn't been beaten and ran away?

"You're stupid!"

The magician said indifferently: "A lowly poor man is not enough for me to come to the rescue, you use this to threaten me, ten wrong choices!"

With that, the magician slowly recited the bitter magic spell, and the moment he heard the magic spell be recited, Du Wei, who was in Carlo's hand, suddenly opened his eyes.

His hands and feet were constantly struggling, crying: "Let me go, I stole his money, it wasn't him who beat me, I beat myself!!"

Du Wei knew very well that the magician would never save his nickname, and he did not dare to guarantee that this warrior with vindictive spirit would use himself as a human shield to resist the magician's attack when he was dying.

Even if he can't, the magician's attack will definitely kill him in an instant by the way!

knew that after he said it, nothing good would happen, but Du Wei still shouted for his own life.

After hearing Du Wei's words, a trace of killing intent flashed in the eyes of Bugatti and Paro, since Du Wei has already said it himself, then no matter what, Du Wei must die!

Although it's not that no one knows about the matter between the three of them, the people who know about it are not people they can provoke, so this is how they have been making a little money to spend all along.

Since Du Wei has already said it, it is obvious that there is no way to be an accomplice with them, and in this case, then Du Wei will definitely die!

As soon as Du Wei's words fell, Bugatti, who was in front of him, picked up his long sword and rushed towards Du Wei's throat.

Seeing that the sharp long sword was about to pierce Du Wei's throat, a large hand suddenly appeared, and grabbed the sharp long sword that shimmered with cold light.

"You ......"

Bugatti looked at the owner of the big hand in disbelief, although Carlo had already released his fighting energy, but in a hurry, there was still no way to let the fighting energy cover the entire hand, or the palm of the hand was cut by the long sword, and drops of scarlet blood were slowly dripping.

"Even if he is at fault, he will not die!"

Carlo snorted coldly, and his big hand was forced, and the long sword was crushed in Carlo's hand.

"You'd better keep an eye on my side!"

The magician snorted coldly: "Tornado Storm!"

As the magician's spell ended, the moment the green gem on the top of the magic wand in the magician's hand was shining green, and a tornado the size of a water tank swept out of the staff.

The messy debris around was blown up by the tornado, and all the debris was directly shredded by the tornado's sharp wind blade when it touched the tornado.

"Go ahead!"

The magician shouted, and the tornado rushed towards Carlo.

This is a dead end, Carlo's strength has not yet reached the fourth order, and there is no way to rely on his fighting spirit to fly directly into the air, under the pressure of the tornado, Carlo can only take Du Wei to retreat non-stop.

Bugatti and Paro rushed out of the tornado's gap, laughing as Carlo was about to be torn to shreds.

The wind driven by the tornado made Carlo's scalp a little numb, looking at the tornado getting closer and closer, Carlo sighed in his heart: "It's troublesome......"

"Help me, please!" Du Wei looked at the terrifying tornado and shouted: "Help, I don't want to die yet! I'm only eight years old, I don't want to die yet!"

And just as the magician was smiling, and Bugatti and Palo were laughing, a familiar voice from Carlo sounded above the alley: "Carlo, just such a small matter, are you making such trouble?"

Everyone followed the sound and looked up to the sky, only to see a beautiful girl flapping her transparent wings and falling in the sky.

Those long ears revealed her identity.

"Andalia!"

Carlo exclaimed.

"Hmph!

The magician saw that this girl actually dared to fall in front of the tornado, and snorted coldly, as a fifth-order magician, he knew very well how lethal his tornado was, although it looked like an ordinary tornado, but the composition of the tornado was all terrifying wind blades!

Each of these blades is capable of cutting through hard rock, and now these blades are being formed into tornadoes, and the power of this tornado can be imagined.

One more girl and one less person, for Tornado, is just the difference between one more person and one less person in the record.

"Carlo, you owe me a favor this time!"

Andalia's laughter, like a silver bell, echoed in the alley: "Turn back, I want to eat the specialty of Trier, Anlida cake!"

"Pretend!"

The magician shouted, "Let's talk in hell!"

"It's very rude to interrupt someone while they're chatting

behavior, even if you are a magician!"

Andalia chuckled, and her white hands flashed with a burst of white light, and a transparent wall of light blocked the tornado's path.

The old magician whose consciousness was connected to the tornado only felt that the tornado seemed to be mounted on a high mountain, an insurmountable mountain, and countless wind blades frantically cut the transparent wall of light in front of him, and bursts of piercing cutting sounds came from the place where the two sides met.

"Disperse, little magic won't continue to be noisy here!"

Andalia didn't care about the terrifying cutting sound of the tornado, and shouted softly, only to see that the attacking terrifying tornado suddenly stopped.

"It can't be!"

The old magician exclaimed, the tornado's link to him was actually broken at this time!

The tornado he released was actually cut off!

The link between him and the tornado was broken!

This girl is definitely not an ordinary person!

The old magician immediately wanted to leave, a person who could cut through him and the magic released by him, his strength was definitely crushing him by several levels!

Although he is only a fifth-order magician, it doesn't mean that he can run rampant in Trier City!

When he encounters someone stronger than him, he has no other means than being a magician who can shock the other party.

"Go ahead!"

With a wave of Andalia's little hand, the tornado that should have been terrifying turned into a trace of breeze and dissipated in the alley.

When the tornado disappeared, the originally messy alley looked much cleaner, there was only a lot of dust on the ground, and all the original debris had been torn apart by the tornado.

The old magician, Bugatti, and Paro have all disappeared, and judging from the footprints, they must have fled in a hurry.

A little cutie outside the alley poked her head out and watched the situation in the alley carefully.

Carlo recognized the little girl as the one he had just brought with the Bugattis.

Put Du Wei down, Du Wei immediately rushed towards the little girl, the two hugged each other tightly, the feeling of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, it's so good!

"What's the situation?" Andalia looked at the two children, looked at Carlo's bleeding right hand, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go to deal with the matter of the Chamber of Commerce?

Carlo shook his head with a wry smile: "This thing...... It's a long story. ”

Slowly, Carlo told Andalia what had just happened.

"Hahahaha!" After listening to Carlo's words, Andalia covered her stomach and laughed, the dignified herald of Atlanta was actually planted in the hands of a little boy, if this word was transmitted back to Atlanta, I am afraid that Carlo's old face would be lost.