"Gentlemen, can I have the pleasure of having a drink?" A two-meter-tall human man stood in front of the lonely tent and said in a soft voice, "The leader of my family is invited. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

There was silence in the tent, no movement at all.

In the distance, Seljuk glanced at his subordinates, and everyone put down their wine and meat and slowly stood up.

The big man shrugged his shoulders at Seljuk, lowered his voice slightly, and shouted again into the tent, still without a sound.

By the campfire, Seljuk tilted his head, and a dry of his men began to touch it lightly.

"Are you all asleep?" The big man asked again, and after waiting for a while, he began to take two steps back cautiously, and his hand touched his waist.

At this moment, there was finally a response, but not in the tent.

"Want to invite me for a drink?" Tranquil words came from behind, and everyone was startled, and when they looked back, they saw the young and handsome mage standing at the far end, looking at them with curiosity on his face. He was on the edge of a campfire, the light of the fire reflecting his angular face like a sculpture.

Facing everyone's stunned gaze, the "sculpture" suddenly smiled and said, "So many people, do you want to get me drunk?" ”

The mercenaries were dumbfounded, and they clearly saw the two of them enter the tent, and in front of everyone, how did they get out?

"Ah, how so? Your Excellency the Magician. Seljuk hurriedly snorted, "It's just that as a compatriot of Azeroth, I met in this foreign land and wanted to enhance my friendship with the two." ”

With that, Seljuk took out a flask from his bosom and threw it to Griffin.

"Really?" Griffin looked around a little absentmindedly, not knowing what he was looking at, but in anticipation, he unscrewed the lid and took a shallow sip.

"Hmm! Wine! Griffin took a sip, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he applauded, picked up the flask, and poured it into a gulp.

Seljuk breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Griffin's raised neck, a fierce glint in his eyes, and beckoned backwards.

He originally thought that he had met an old bird, but he didn't expect that it was a chick, and he couldn't drink wine from an unknown source? So far, the warrior still hasn't appeared, but that's a good thing, I thought there was going to be a fierce fight, but now it's much easier.

After giving the order, Seljuk's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the mercenaries gathered around him with their weapons, and at this time, the boy brother magician was still drinking with his neck up, as if he was unaware of what was happening around him.

The distance was rapidly approaching, about 30 meters, when the leading man suddenly burst into flames and charged at the young mage who was indulging in the wine. His body was as fast as lightning, and with a sound of breaking the air, he raised his big knife and slashed head-on!

With such speed, he didn't have time to chant the incantation, and he was sure that the mage would be wounded by his sword.

However, even if you miss, it doesn't matter, the wine is added, and after drinking so much, the elephant can be knocked down.

As his mind turned, the sword slashed, and at this moment, the magician finally put down the flask and looked at the big man with a smile. The next moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed hard, and a large cloud of red flames erupted from him, immediately enveloping the warrior.

At this time, from the rear, the fireball rolled violently and expanded, filling the field of vision in the blink of an eye, and it was still spurting back rapidly.

"Ahh

A heart-rending scream came, and a "fire man" rushed out of the big fireball, scurrying like crazy, and after being tripped over, he convulsed a few times and remained motionless, and was burned to the point of "sizzling".

A third-order warrior is just gone!

The mercenaries were dumbfounded and looked at Griffin.

Ahem!

Griffin coughed a few times and spit out a few more flames, then he let out a few sighs of satisfaction, and sighed with an exaggerated expression: "Sure enough, it's good wine, it's enough!" ”

The mercenaries stood on end their hairs when they said this, it was just ordinary rum, how could it emit such a big flame, this mage ......

"Huh?" Griffin suddenly sniffed in confusion and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Do you want to invite me to drink?" However, it is not polite to toast like this. ”

After speaking, he didn't dissolve the staff, stood where he was, clapped his hands, and began to chant words in his mouth. As he flicked his middle finger with his left hand, a white dot flew out of his finger and circled around him like a firefly.

Next, he flicked his hands one after another, and countless magical "fireflies" flew out, flying sideways and scurrying everywhere. If Cheng Xiaotian was here, he would inevitably see at a glance that every bit of his arcane magic contained spiritual power, which could be controlled at will without dissipation.

Countless magic crisscrossed and weaved into an impermeable web, gradually spreading outward, and Griffin smiled again, "If you want to be close to me, why do you want to leave?" ”

There was a soft "poof", and the figure of Seljuk appeared in the distance, and he looked at the light spots in his eyes, and his face was cloudy. The thief's specialty is sneak attacks, but now he can't get close at all, how can he fight this?

Generally speaking, mages rarely use area magic to force stealthy thieves to appear, which is of little use and consumes mana in vain. Once magic is released, it loses control, and it is used a little less, but the scene he sees now subverts his cognition.

Seeing that the Seljuk was forced out, Griffin shook his head and sighed, and took off the staff with his backhand, Griffin subconsciously frowned, concentrating on guard. The opportunity has been lost, this magician is unfathomable, and I am afraid that the next thing is to usher in a thunderous blow!

However, to everyone's surprise, Griffin smiled at them, opened his mouth and inhaled, and those magical points of light were sucked into his mouth like a hundred streams returning to the river, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one left.

"I'm not interested in killing you, maybe I'll help you, the next road, you can walk well." After Griffin uttered something that no one understood, he slammed his staff on the ground, and his body immediately rose into the sky like a cannonball, and flew north in mid-air.

The mercenary was dumbfounded, who is this? What do his words mean?

Seljuk watched the "meteor" disappear in the sky, and only after a while did he grit his teeth and order: "No one is allowed to say anything about today's events, immediately pull out the camp, and we will hurry overnight." ”

Here, he didn't dare to stay any longer.

In contrast to the commotion here, in a valley in the north, the camp of the War Song Clan was silent, and most of the people were asleep, except for Cheng Xiaotian and his three children.

They didn't need to sleep and they didn't want to be disturbed, so they meditated on the summit of the valley.

The aura here is not very sufficient, far less than that of Azeroth, but they are now focused on cultivation and do not want to waste a little time.

Overhead, a full moon hung in the middle of the sky, sprinkling a cold white light, and the four of them were completely integrated into nature, like four mountain stones. It's a strange sight, they're there, and they're completely undisguised, but even if someone walks by, it's hard to notice their presence.

A strange bird flew over, landed on Cheng Xiaotian's head, and flew away after a short pause. At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian opened his eyes and looked at the camp in the valley below suspiciously.

I saw a figure turn around the corner of the mountain, and walked towards the camp in a big way, and through the moonlight Cheng Xiaotian could see clearly that it was the middle-aged human warrior he met during the day. (To be continued.) )