Beside the tall city wall, there was a circle of black-robed or white-robed figures. They watched with interest as Kenny and O'Barre were taught a lesson by the men. A pair of malicious eyes looked at Kenny who fell to the ground, thinking that the other party had already hurt his strength by being seriously injured, and it would be very easy to attack him later. For them, whether it is a mage inside or outside the city, as long as they have resources and their strength cannot hold on to them, they are the goal.

Grant stood beside the man who had fallen to the ground with a bloated face. He shook his hand, with an excited look on his face, and muttered in his mouth: "It seems that I didn't miss it this time, and my luck is really good." ”

"Can you stop beating me, Master Mage? Kenny muffled as his swollen left eyelid obscured his vision, allowing him to barely see a blurry figure in front of him.

Grant nodded, "Well, I've got it." ”

After he finished speaking, he looked around at the mage who was squeezing in front of him, and one hand suddenly ignited with a golden flame flower. Pulling the corners of his mouth, he sneered: "Who else wants to try?" If you don't want to try, get out of here. ”

"Retreat!" The approaching mage glanced at the blood splattered on the stone slabs and the several white fangs in the corners of the city walls, and couldn't help but feel a chill rise in his heart, and hurriedly retreated. The periphery and other mages also retreated, not daring to confront him. Seeing that the mage in front of him was playing like a scoundrel, no one dared to stay long.

Seeing that the incident was over, Master Heatins took a few steps closer and smiled, "Grant, where are we going now." Since this is your event, I'll listen to it. ”

"Yes, Master Heatins." Grant said politely, just wanting to continue to urge the imprint contained in the token.

Wow!

One is triangular in shape. A mage jumped from the roof of a house with a chimney. He was dressed in a white robe, and his figure was not much worse than that of Poor Zachi. Behind it was a giant sword the width of a man's head. The pitch-black exterior is engraved with a large number of intricate runes.

"You're a friend my student knows?" The greatsword mage walked step by step, and every step was calm. There was no sound of footsteps stepping on the stone slabs.

Grant put his left hand to his chest and said politely, "You must be Abbott's teacher McAdam." ”

"May I ask who you are? And this friend next to me. McAdam said with a smile, he clearly knew that the two mages in front of him would at least not be weaker than him, and they might even be third-order mages.

"I'm Grant!" Grant smiled and nodded.

Hattings walked over, shook McAdam's hand amicably, and said with a smile, "I'm Master Hairins. ”

"Hello, the teacher asked me to come and invite you to the manor, I don't know if the two of you are willing."

"Of course."

"No problem."

Grant Teach Headings glanced at each other, and they both knew that the target had been found.

The manor where the old man lived is located on the north side. It is more than 2,000 meters away from the city gate. Grant was led by McAdam, and after passing through four or five streets and a trail, he could see a green fenced manor on the hill in the distance. To the left is a clear lake, where the sun pours and reflects the golden light.

A refreshing breeze mixed with a burst of moisture blew in, and Grant felt comfortable.

McAdam smiled and didn't speak, walked into the manor, pushed open the fence gate, pointed inside, and said, "Two, my teacher is sitting in the back yard of the manor." Because of the temporary stay here. There are no servants either. The two of them walked around casually. ”

"I'm in trouble." Grant and Headings apologized. Glancing nearby, the paths and meadows of the manor were overgrown with vigorous weeds, scattered all over the road. In front of Grant, you can see that it is a path that is often walked, and in front of it is a gray and white stone monument of the manor route. Grant took a look. Follow the trail to the front, and Hetins naturally follows behind.

Grant could smell a faint scent of jasmine in the manor, and an indescribable smell.

They bypassed an arch and a courtyard. See a small gray four-story loft with a small white round table and five white high-backed chairs in front of the building. An old man sat on a chair and sipped a cup of milk tea and laughed.

Grant looked. A fine light flashed in his eyes, and he said secretly: "It's the same as before." Late third-order period. ”

Haitings' slightly smiling face was also a little more solemn, he knew that the old man was in the late stage of the third order. The mages who can become the late third-order mages in the eastern region are all amazing-level. If such talents are placed in the mage cluster, they can generally become the top of the third order or the quasi-fourth order.

"Hello two!" The old man smiled and naturally introduced: "I am Su Wei, a life scholar!" ”

After being introduced by Grant and Master Haytings, they also sat down.

Grant didn't intend to be polite, and spoke directly: "Life Scholar, I know you have the key to the ruins of Babylon. At the same time be clear that you don't know where. So, I'm willing to tell you the location in exchange for me and Master Hatins entering the ruins. There, I'm much more familiar than you. ”

"Sure enough, you know." The old man sighed, and there were not too many surprises. According to the astrology, he concluded that the man in front of him could help him get there, but he didn't expect that the other party really knew the location of the area.

"I agree." The old man simply nodded.

McAdam and Heatings sat on the same side and did not speak, and everyone knew that the old man and Grant were the real dominants.

"Hehe, I want to enter the ruins of Babylon because the ruins of the former Lord of Life contain a lot of knowledge about life. For me, these are very valuable materials. The old man sighed, at this point it was difficult for him to upgrade or absorb knowledge that he did not understand, and the ruins of Babylon were the only hope.

Although he was known as a scholar of life, the old man knew that his knowledge was only a drop in the ocean.

"I know the lifelong aspirations of life scientists, and this time I have a goal as well. But not that knowledge, so there is no conflict of interest. Grant laughed.

After a little chat, the two agreed on the matter. Almost half a day, I was going to leave the manor. Since you got what you want, there is no need to stay here.

…………

The capital of chaos, somewhere.

A tall gray-and-white minaret is topped by a metal flag fluttering in the wind.

There are many gray and white berevels densely scattered all around, which are automatically connected to form a natural rune array protection spire.

This is the City Lord's Mansion of the City of Chaos, and to put it mildly, it is the head snake of the City of Chaos. As soon as he arrived, he changed the City of Chaos into the City of Chaos.

"You said that two very powerful mages came in and joined the two people in the first half of the month?" In the center of the exquisite and luxurious hall sat a man. He was dressed in a long black and white suit, with a pale blonde beard on his chin and slightly cocked. His face was not handsome, but his eyes were like ice crystals, shining brightly.

He was the City Lord Simon, a powerful mage with a mid-third order.

"Yes!" A full-body armored knight said respectfully.

Simon nodded and said with a smile: "You go down, I already know about this." ”

The knight respectfully retreated, and in a few moments disappeared into the main entrance of the hall.

"Four extremely powerful mages, interesting. Maybe you'll get some good, haven't you recently discovered a ruin lurking in the north? You can call them. Simon muttered to himself, quickly finalizing the plan.

He walked out of the main entrance of the hall and stood in the open space in front of the spire. Not far away, the chaotic capital of woods and minaret buildings stand side by side. In the distance, there was a jumble of sharp rocks and plateaus, and with a light breeze, the tall trees of the chaotic capital crumbled. Under the sun, it becomes more and more verdant.

"This is mine, and one day it will expand its territory." Simon smiled wildly, full of ambition.

…………

A gray street with verdant trees on both sides. Under the sun, large areas of shade appear.

Grant, Master Hightings, Old Man, and McAdam walked forward. The mages who passed nearby knew that the four in front of them were not easy to mess with, and they all got out of the way.

At this moment, a person stepped on the roofs of buildings on the left, and it was Simon.

"Everyone, please stay!" As soon as he drank, he stretched out his hand and motioned for Grant and the others to stop and listen to him first.

Grant took a slow step, his eyes a little confused. He knew that the person in front of him was also a third-class person.

"Hello, I'm Simon, the Lord of the City of Chaos. I hope you can do me a favor this time, but I recently found a ruin in the north, and I would like you to come with me. Simon stepped in, and when he saw Grant in the corner on one side, a flash of surprise flashed. Grant caught this fleeting moment and sneered in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm in trouble with a few of my companions." Grant shook his head when he saw that no one answered.

"Guys, just don't give face." Simon's face was gloomy and he pretended to be very unhappy. After he saw Grant standing here just now, he had the idea of testing the strength of several people.

How could Grant not know what the other party was thinking, and his mental power swept out. The mid-third order top instantly suppressed Simon, and Hattings shook his head and also released his spiritual power to suppress Simon. The old man seemed to sense something, but he knew that the four of them were almost the top strength in the continent, and he was not afraid. Kind of wanted to see what was behind Simon's thinking.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

One by one, the spiritual power pressed on Simon's body, all of them were higher than his strength, and his face couldn't help but turn white, and he fell from the roof. There was a boom, and a puff of smoke and dust came up.

The life scholar looked at it and shook his head: "Let's go." ”

"Yes." Grant glanced at it, and was sure that the other party had something to do with the blood piercing.

The others could vaguely detect each other's thoughts, but they didn't know what they were happing.

Not long after, Simon raised his head and looked at the few people who were far away, and sneered: "I didn't expect to be found a good thing by me, and I was lucky today." ”

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly left the place and returned to the minaret.

The dozens of mages standing on the street gasped when they saw it. A mage who can instantly hurt the city lord is definitely not something he can afford to provoke. For a while, I deeply admired my wit. (To be continued......)