After the explosion, there was a mess, and a large crater more than half a person high appeared in the center, radiating in a circle to all sides, half of the grass and trees withered and blackened, and half covered with frost.

The violent explosion knocked Durala unconscious and nearly died, and it took a long time for her to move her fingers and slowly wake up from her coma.

The bright red magic robe on his body had become one by one, and his face was black and white, which was quite embarrassing. She tried to stand up strongly, but she tried hard but failed, but instead vomited several mouthfuls of blood because of excessive force.

At the end of the strong crossbow, Lu Min could not be pierced, and under the heavy blow of Du Lala, he had no combat effectiveness at all.

On the other side, Brand was not lightly injured, his face was as black as the Lord of the Stove, and the wand in his hand was broken in two. But his situation was somewhat better than Durala's, at least he didn't vomit blood. With his chest heaving, he gasped violently, got up from the ground, and staggered towards Durala.

"Ah......h

With a soft shout, it was not the two seriously injured people, but Blatter, who had been in a coma just now, and Durala knocked him unconscious with a palm when he first found Brand, but the explosion woke him up.

Brand stopped, a sickly smile suddenly appeared on his black charcoal-like face, and he grabbed Blatter by the neck and lifted him alive: "Good, good, you destroyed the black crystal ball, what else can I say?" Oh, I forgot, there's a cute kid here, what did he call you just now? Teacher? Is this your student? He shook Blatter as if he were shaking a drink can: "What's your name?" Lovely little friend, I really want to see what kind of expression your teacher will have on his face when I strangle you. ”

Blatter rolled his eyes and slammed his feet, almost out of breath as the strength in Brand's hands grew. He struggled hard, but after all, he was only an eight-year-old with a thin body, how could he have the strength to turn over in Brand's hands? His face became more and more pale, and he was about to lose his support.

"Brand, you scumbag, you have the ability to rush at me, what kind of ability is it to bully a child? I...... Yes! Durala wanted to stand up, but there was no hope at all, with her current physical condition, it was already good to be able to barely support her body and keep sitting, it was impossible to stand up at all, and she didn't have the strength to fight Brand again.

"You?" Brand laughed wildly: "Don't worry, it's your turn after I strangle him......"

As he spoke, suddenly, in the bushes on Brand's side, a fireball flew out and headed straight for his front door. Brand didn't count that there were other people here, and he was suddenly in a hurry, he screamed, and suddenly let go of his hand, and Blatter fell to the ground, curled up and gasped.

"Who? You come out! Brand dodged the fireball and screamed in frustration. As the most mysterious magician law enforcement team in the Imperial Magicians Association, he is in contact with the strongest among magicians, even if it is this Durala in front of him, he is also one of the few top masters among the black magicians, and these people are either sparring or fighting, using high-level magic, if you use intermediate magic, you are embarrassed to greet people, Brand has been in the magic circle for many years, and his status is transcendent, and no one has played the most rudimentary small fireball against him for a long time. In his opinion, this is not a competition and desperate efforts at all, but TMD teasing, and the most naked contempt and contempt for him.

"Damn, I didn't hit!" Duon scratched his head and walked out from behind a large tree, and when he saw him, Brand was stunned.

He had seen Duon.

It is said that on the territory of the Bauhinia Empire, magicians are a very special group, they think very highly of themselves, their surnames are obedient, and few people are idle and willing to deal with them. As a "wise man" who grasps the rules of the transformation of all things in nature, the magician is very cautious in accepting students, and if ordinary people do not have a high magical talent, even if they carry snacks and pigs' heads and bow down in front of the magician's door, they will not accept it if they beg their grandfather to tell their grandmother. On the other hand, the privileged classes, the aristocracy in the empire...... They are reluctant for their children to learn magic, they have a vested interest in the Empire, they are in a position of great power, and they all want to be able to strengthen themselves in some way, such as marriage.

Enchanter...... Except for a very few noble girls with special tastes, the vast majority of delicate flower-like aristocratic girls are too late to see the magician escape, how can they be willing to fall in love with a magician who only likes to do some boring magic experiments in the magic laboratory, and has a stinky temper and kills at every turn? If you don't fall in love, you won't get married, if you don't get married, you won't have children, and if you don't have children, you won't be the last one...... Nima, who will inherit so much of my property? Do you wait for nationalization or cheap distant relatives who can't be beaten? This problem is so serious that the old men in high positions are angry......

It is precisely because of this that the chances of a noble child becoming a magician are small, small, and tiny.

And the last time, Justin, a dead fat man who loves the present, took Duon to the Imperial Magicians Association to take the exam, and when he met people, he boasted that he had accepted a student, a nobleman, the only son of Count McNuss! How's that,? Envy not? Jealous not? At that time, Brand happened to pass by nearby, and although he didn't come to talk to Justin, he had an impression of Duang. Now that he saw that the person who used this child's playful fireball technique to sneak attack him was actually Duang, the shock in Brand's heart can be imagined.

He...... Does this little nobleman know Durala?

He...... Did he just see anything? What do you hear?

No, no matter what, he couldn't be left behind, and Brand didn't even say hello, he raised his half-broken wand and cast an ice light spell on Duon.

Brand is now seriously injured, his magic power is weak, and the ice light technique released naturally cannot be the same as just now, but the strangeness of this spell is that it is specially restrained by magicians, and the following offenses are specialized, a primary ice light technique is beaten, and a magician with a level higher than ten or even dozens of levels can not bear it, although the power of this ice light technique is greatly reduced, it is still more than enough to deal with a rookie like Du Ang who is only level 2.

"Nima, it's so despicable! Why don't you play by the routine? A cold wind blew, Du Ang suddenly felt a little stiff, the upper and lower rows of teeth involuntarily fought and trembled, and at the same time, he was quite aggrieved in his heart.

Generally speaking, when the villain and the protagonist finally meet and are ready to start a life-and-death fight, there will be a very sudden fault in the intelligence of the villain, or a large-scale landslide that is within reach of the naked eye (and it is within reach of the naked eye), and often uses some stupid tricks that even children can't fool, as if otherwise it can't bring out the hero's wisdom and martial arts, and not only that, even the most silent villain will have a lot of nonsense when the final battle comes. "You've lost weight!" "You've lost weight too!" (The protagonist also has a lot of nonsense) "I didn't expect us to get to this point." "I don't blame you, maybe that's our fate!" At this time, there will generally be some fine snowflakes falling from the sky, or a few scattered light rains: "I will not show mercy, I will use my sword to break this love and revenge." "Me too, I will kill you with my own hands, and then bury you with my own hands, I will insert three sticks of incense in front of your grave, and pour three bowls of your favorite plum wine." "Let me call you brother one last time!" "Let me call you one last time, big brother!" "Please!" "Please!"

This kind of chatter at least 20 lines per person is at least 20 lines, and then it is convenient to do it!

Du Ang was depressed: "Why did this old scoundrel do it directly without saying a word, I said...... Frozen to death! ”

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