Potte's death was meaningful, he delayed Punk and Kane for a full five seconds, which was not much, but it was enough distance for them to retreat at the speed of a supercar, and the two stalkers didn't want to catch up.

"Oh~, the great Mr. Putt sacrificed himself, he saved us, he is an admirable saint"!

Knowing that the two men who had left the danger slowly slowed down, Kane had just gotten out of danger and immediately resumed his playful attitude of being out of tune, only to see him speak an exaggerated aria, imitating the sad appearance of the bard "praising Putt" who "sacrificed for the people"!

"No need to pretend to be sad"!

The punk kept running without looking back.

"In such a major strategic defeat, the death of a weak mage is normal."

The punk's voice was as deep and cold as ever, and the wind brought by the fast running encouraged the robes to hunt, and in the moonlit wilderness, both punk and Kane looked like a blurred light and shadow because of their excessive speed, which made people wonder through!

"Okay, okay".

Kane shrugged his shoulders as he ran, "It's that I'm thinking too much, this night attack killed so many apprentice-level experts at once, tomorrow's battle is basically lost, McNessy should be anxious by now, how did a little mage die."

Although Kane's words were cold, they were reasonable, although in order to prevent the loss of the "elite", McNessy sent out all the hired professionals who were "outside the establishment", but these professionals still accounted for half of the existing apprentice-level professionals in Connora City, and the enemy's strong people were already more than Konora City, and now they have lost nearly half of the "elite" in one go, and tomorrow's city defense battle can already be predicted how "inhumane" it is.

"Now it seems that I can't hold ~ for a week", Kane complained loudly, "Lao Tzu has fought for two days and has not exchanged the wool, and now I am running away, am I not working in vain?

Kane, who lacks fighting skills, is clearly unwilling to accept this lack of gains.

"At least this night is busy, McNessy can't give us nothing", Punk said lightly, he didn't know if the defense could continue, after all, McNessy is also an old formal powerhouse, no one knows what hole cards in his hand, but after tossing such a night, he must be able to get a lot of benefits, otherwise so many professionals have paid huge "sacrifices" for the sake of "justice", and McNessy has nothing to say......... Then all the soldiers will be chilled!

Kane undoubtedly knew this, and that was why the two of them rushed back to Connora overnight.

The night of the tender season passed quickly, and before I knew it, there was already a little more morning light on the horizon, and a little light made the city of Konora not so gloomy, at least ............ The dried up blood stains on the walls were still faintly visible.

The punks had reached the same hill where they had first seen Conola, and instead of staring at the ruined Connora City with the same sentimental sadness as Kane, he was looking down intently at the staff that had lost its head.

Staffs are used to amplify mana, and with the exception of a few staffs designed for melee mages, the vast majority of staffs have never considered the "special" case of directly facing a sharp blade from the beginning, and Punk staff is clearly one of the majority.

Punk gently pinched the staff's neat fracture with his hand, and a little bit of wood was easily crushed, since the moment the staff lost its core, the head of the staff, he had lost all magical effects, and as time passed, the magic that had been solidified in the staff also began to fade, and the punk could almost feel the magic dissipating in the staff little by little in the air............ It wasn't a high-grade staff after all, and in less than five magic hours after it was completely destroyed, it had lost its strange hardness as hard as iron, and now it was ............

The punk face was still calm and indifferent in the slightly dim moonlight, he gently opened his slender and smooth fingers, and the fine pieces of wood splintered from his fingers with the only remaining magical brilliance, flying away with the wind, falling to the mortal dust, like blue stars and sparks in the night, beautiful and ethereal.

"Hey, I said, you won't feel sorry for this scrapped broken stick!"

Kane is still as good as ever at breaking the beautiful mood.

"I'm just feeling the process of enchantment decay", Punk replied coldly, he casually threw the damaged staff to the ground, the staff easily shattered into several cracked pieces of wood, and Punk did not hesitate to turn and walk towards the city of Conola, which was blown by a glimmer of morning light, and he never looked back at the broken stick.

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On the walls of Konora, Menesse still has a deep expression of "Tarzan collapses in front of him and his face does not change", but no matter how he behaves "winning the game", the atmosphere that permeates the entire city still lingers, and when dawn comes, only three of the 24 apprentice-level professionals who went to the night attack "returned in embarrassment", even those who vowed to die for Her Royal Highness the princess I can't help but feel a chill in my heart, reality is not a novel, when the enemy becomes completely invincible overnight, the instinct of the creature is more to give rise to the fear of "running away" than the courage to produce "desperate", those "regular soldiers" can still barely stand on the city wall, clutching the sword that is dull due to blood soaking, resisting the urge to turn away and make a passionate expression of "loyal to the country", and those "hired" professionals ............ Except for a small number of secondary 2 youths who are in love with the princess, most of the others, including Punk and Kane, who have already redeemed a apprenticeship, have already left the city wall far away! Those who are a little more sober have realized that this city can't support themselves to kill fifty professionals to exchange knowledge, and there is no reward and risk-taking, and the profit-oriented professionals will do such stupid things, so they are now disguised as destitute people in a corner of the city near the city gate, ready to take advantage of the chaos to escape the doomed wrecked ship of Konora City.

Punk had cast a spell to hide the magical glow from his robes, and now he was hiding in a group of refugees, his magically disguised clothes making him look little different from those in tattered clothes, at least more than enough to fool some of the flamboyant soldiers.

Punk kept his head down and looked at the ground, his whole face was almost obscured by the shadow of the hood, and he manipulated a more advanced "arcane eye" to look at McNessy standing on the city wall, still a little puzzled in his heart, because this official mage who didn't look like a bad guy no matter how he looked at it, resolutely dripping into the muddy waters that would inevitably dry up was too inconsistent with the character's "setting".

But............

"It doesn't matter anymore".

Punk said to himself, although he didn't gain as much knowledge as he imagined, but it wasn't a loss, at least............

The punk closed his eyes and felt the more solid blue magic in his soul............

"I've upgraded again"!