A month after Leng Feng left Treasure Bay, on this day, the entire Treasure Bay was full of people, and a large number of goblins and adventurers gathered around the square of the bay, watching the spells of five goblin archmages in the square, including Old Man Puke and Old Man Rak, whom Leng Feng knew.

Between the elemental agitation, a purple point of light began to appear in the middle of the five people, and this purple point of light began to gradually grow larger with the injection of the five people's elements, and finally, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the purple point of light turned into a purple light gate suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, the five archmages stopped at the same time, and the purple light gate stabilized on the square.

"Huh, this time, thank you to the three elders for their help!" Old Man Puck smiled knowingly.

"Brown Brown, your Wicked Academy's expedition to Dalaran is the glory of our entire Treasure Bay, this little favor is not enough to worry about, I hope you can fulfill your long-cherished wish this time." A goblin archmage laughed.

"Cheng Jiyan!" Old man Puck smiled happily.

Behind them, everyone from the Wicked Academy, including Rivigaz, arrived, but Leng Feng was nowhere to be seen.

"Hasn't the night come back yet?"

The old man Rak, who had just finished casting the spell, asked Pubal and them, and the result was naturally shaking his head and sighing.

For a month, Leng Feng basically didn't hear from him, and before leaving, he only left a letter to others saying that he would definitely come back on the day of departure.

"Wait a little longer, the dark night said that he would not break his promise when he came back today!" Old man Puck said.

Old man Rak nodded, and when he looked at Pubal and them again, his eyes were full of relief, this time the strength of the Wicked Academy can be said to have reached the peak of history, if this time it can't reach that goal, I'm afraid there will be no hope in this life, not to mention, the panda people Lao Lin They will leave after this academy league and return to their hometown.

"I didn't expect everyone to be waiting for me!"

Just when Old Man Rak was stunned, Leng Feng suddenly appeared on the square and touched his nose with some guilt.

"Good boy, why did you come back at this time?"

Old man Puke pretended to be angry, but there was obviously a bit of surprise in his eyes, because he didn't even notice it when Leng Feng appeared in the square just now. Of course, this is also the reason why he completely relaxed his vigilance, but Rao is so, as a master, his five senses are much sharper than ordinary people, it seems that in this month's time, this kid has improved a lot.

When Old Man Puke thought of these things in his heart, Leng Feng walked over and stood with Ah Fei and them.

However, Leng Feng, who was wearing civilian clothes, found that at this time, whether it was Ah Fei or Pubar, they were all wearing the same gray-green tight-fitting leather armor, and on the chest of the leather armor, there were two big words "wicked" written in goblin characters, even Rivigaz was not spared, so it seems that Rivigaz was also on the expedition this time, and this leather armor was undoubtedly the robe of the Wicked Academy's expedition this time.

"Give!"

Rivigaz stroked the ring on his hand, took out a set of leather armor that was the same as theirs, and handed it to Leng Feng.

Leng Feng took it, just glanced at it roughly, and couldn't help but pout, the color of this leather armor, the more it looked, the more it looked like the color of herbivore pigment that had not absorbed clean excrement.

Seeing Leng Feng's bitter face, Pubal and the others gloated instead.

"Put it on, this is the traditional battle robe of our Wicked Academy, symbolizing the prosperity of the Valley of Thorns!" Pubal grinned.

Judging from their expressions, they must have experienced similar psychological activities to Leng Feng, and in desperation, Leng Feng had no choice but to put on this robe.

"Big brother, come on!"

In the crowd on the periphery of the square, there was a sudden shout of cheering, hearing that these voices were so familiar, Leng Feng looked over, but saw Ulap, Senjin and Xiao Ash, standing in the crowd to cheer for Leng Feng.

At this moment, Leng Feng didn't say anything, just stretched out a hand, clenched his fist, and stretched straight up.

Ulap smiled heartily and followed Leng Feng in the same move.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that this small wave would drive the emotions of all the goblins and adventurers in the square.

"Academy of the Wicked, come on!"

The shouts from the crowd were undoubtedly soaring, the reputation of the Wicked Academy had already taken root in the hearts of everyone in Treasure Bay, and the matter of the Academy League had become a legend passed down by their word of mouth.

At this moment, the Academy of the Wicked seemed to have become the academy of the entire Hidden Treasure Bay, and their expedition seemed to represent the expedition of the entire Hidden Treasure Bay.

Infected by this atmosphere, Pubal and the others also grinned, and like Leng Feng, they clenched their fists and raised their right hands, giving the people in Hidden Treasure Bay five dashing backs.

"Treasure Bay, win!"

Leng Feng and them, without any prior coordination, just laughed at each other and shouted such a tacit slogan.

When Leng Feng and their voices sounded, the atmosphere of the entire Treasure Bay was ignited, whether it was goblins or humans, trolls or dwarves, they all raised their right hands, although some people didn't know why they did this, why they cheered like this, but the blood at this moment stayed in their hearts.

Puke smiled faintly, but turned his head to the old man next to him and said, "It's good to be young!" ”

"Yes, this kind of scene reminds me of the time when the teachers were still there!" Old man Luck laughed too.

"Alright, the portal to Dalaran won't last long, let's go!" Old man Puck said loudly.

In the cheers of everyone in Treasure Bay, the four villains of the Wicked Academy finally stepped on the portal.

Leng Feng and them, followed closely, looking at the portal that emitted a purple halo, Leng Feng looked forward to it even more in his heart, what would the legendary cultivation holy land look like, what would the academy league look like, Ryan and them, would they go to participate in the competition?

One by one, anticipation appeared in Leng Feng's heart, and with these exciting questions, Leng Feng stepped into the portal.

Almost at the same time, MI7 was in an attic in Stormwind.

"A mere council president dares to be so rampant!" King Admante looked annoyed.

At this time, at the end of the long table, there stood a young man with no hair on his head, and there was a clear nasolabial fold on the bridge of his nose under his black pupils.

"If it's really like Nat's report, this Night* Grim Reaper is by no means idle, and besides, he has nothing to do with our Storm Kingdom, it's better for Your Majesty to stop it as soon as possible!" Onu Van Cleef, who was sitting on the side, said with a sincere expression.

"Hmph, the old woman doesn't see it that way, most of the information of this Death Council, we already have it, what the Dark Night * Death said, eight out of ten sentences are false, even if there are really other powers, it is still vulnerable. This time, he has clearly rejected His Majesty's kindness, and he has also spoken wildly, I suggest that Your Majesty had better take advantage of the early eradication of this Death Council, in case they grow stronger in the future and are used by enemy countries, it will be quite unfavorable to our Storm Kingdom! ”

Sitting opposite Onu Van Cleef was an old lady with a gloomy eye, and this old lady was Pasonia, the founder of MI7!

Hearing these words, Admante's eyes flickered a few times and nodded.

"Your Majesty, it is not as convenient as having a grudge with others, with the temperament of this night elf, he refuses to belong to our Storm Kingdom, and he will definitely not belong to other countries, please consider it carefully!"

Seeing Admante agree with Pasonia's words, Onu Van Cleef's heart was a little anxious.

"Onu, are you really old now, and even a council that has not yet been formed will be afraid, where has your courage to assassinate the High Elves gone?" Pasonia said coldly.

"At this time and that time, the national strength of the Storm Kingdom is not as good as before, it is really not suitable to make enemies, the courage of the horseman cannot rejuvenate the country, what we need to do now in the Storm Kingdom is development, Your Majesty!" Onu Van Cleef said.

"Onu Van Cleef, are you teaching me how to govern?" Admante said angrily.

"Onu don't dare!"

Onu Van Cleef immediately stood up and made a big salute.

"Hmph, Onu, you are really old, not only do you not have the arrogance you used to, but you can't even manage the family well, this good nephew of yours, Nat, actually withdrew the eyeliner planted in the Death Council without authorization, and also wrote a list of eyeliner to the Night Grim Reaper!" Pasonia sneered.

As soon as these words came out, Nat who was standing at the end of the long table was startled.

"Your Majesty, that list is ......"

Before the bald young man could explain, a blue-eyed young man walked in with a dozen people in civilian clothes.

"We can testify that the list was written by Captain Nat!" The blue-eyed young man said.

"Kangnai, you're lying, it's obviously ......"

"Enough!"

Nat was furious and tried to refute, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the wrath of King Admante.

"Onu, you've disappointed me so much, given your age, it's time to step down from MI7." Adamant ignored Nat and said to Onu Van Cleef.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Onu Van Cleef let out a heavy breath, his eyes full of disappointment and loneliness, and then he handed over a metal necklace in the shape of a thumb and tied with a red thread and placed it on the long table.

"As for the next thumb, I think Pasonia's grandson Madias is not bad, he can become a member of the index finger at a young age, and his potential in the future must be even greater!" King Admante said again.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The wrinkles on Pasonia's face spread almost as she smiled.

"Also, the matter of the Night * Grim Reaper, starting to give full authority to Madias Shore, mobilize the entire MI7, and also take down this arrogant Night Elf, whether life or death!" King Ardmante's eyes froze.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but Xiao Sun has now gone to Dalaran with the Royal Academy, can you wait for this Dalaran Academy League to let Xiao Sun execute it!" Pasonia said apologetically.

"This is naturally okay, speaking of the Dalaran Academy League, this time Ryan and Ankana have both gone, so it's okay to give them a chance to practice." Ardmante finally smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"It's you, Nat Van Cleef, because your Van Cleef family has made outstanding contributions to the Stormwind Kingdom, so I won't pursue it this time, however, you are not allowed to hold any public office in the Stormwind Kingdom in the future." King Ardmante said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Nat Van Cleef wanted to refute, but seeing the guilty eyes of his brothers who followed him from birth to death, Nat felt cold in his heart.