In the distorted effect of the law, the pale golden sunlight presents the rhythm and crystalline like the flow of liquid, bathed in the golden light, the sand and dust that are becoming more and more silent in the dark pit begin to become crystal bright, the fine points of light flicker are the glass that has been crushed and rolled with the wind, and every flash of brilliance in the air is a semi-energy product of light and shadow intertwined.

In this space, which had been completely quiet unconsciously, the legendary mage in a robe of stars like the night sky had been standing alone for several magic hours, and his enemies were very patient to hide and prepare to attack, but how could the patience of the caster be scarce?

For the punk who unleashed the "twisted world of the muse", it would be in his best interest if everyone could continue to stare in the light and dark, and the price he paid was at most to maintain the power of the legendary spell and stay vigilant for a few hours, and how long Bill Kayton, who had to hide in the shadows under the pressure of the distortion of the law, was a question.

"Want to be more patient, Mr. Cayton"?

Calmly releasing his mental power, he asked the empty light, and the punk expression was very calm, knowing that the enemy could receive the information.

He didn't risk unleashing any spells to search, because he knew that his enemy might be right next to him, and the sharp dagger might have locked onto his head, and at this time, the slightest flaw should not exist, and this long battle of attrition should continue like this...... It's best to last for a few days and nights, so that the stalker hidden in the shadows can't bear the consumption and take the initiative to appear!

And then in this period............ Idle legendary mages can continue to speak out to anger hidden assassins, and enjoy a good cup of tea by the way.

"Now that we're free, why don't we talk about Ankazan's idiot?"

Taking out a Maurice Emerald Fruit Tea from the storage ring, the punk on the battlefield calmly condensed a cloud of water elements as calmly as if they were having a tea party in their own magic tower, and the tea leaves were gently sprinkled into a crystal clear water ball, and then rippled with a slight spread of water waves.........

"Well, Ankazan should be a fairly good spellcaster, don't get me wrong, I mean "general" in terms of strength, but when it comes to life, poor Mr. "Scorcher" is a bit miserable."

While evaluating the dead enemy to himself, the punk had also begun to heat up the tea, and the light emerald fruit leaves slowly floated in the water element, and then slowly fell again.

However, before this fruit tea is brewed, the cold tone of "Whisper of Destruction" is destined not to stop.

I saw him turn his head to look at the charred corpse that had been half covered in dust with disdain, and continued:

"Nominally, Ankazan is the so-called "Maintainer of Order in the Central Region of the Faeron Plane", which sounds like that, but unfortunately, this is just a product of the Mage Guild's self-proclaimed in order to say it nicely, and I am afraid that no one has recognized Mr. Yanmei's nominal identity from beginning to end, and the state of a pool of stagnant water on the Faeron plane certainly has nothing to do with him, in the days of being a maintainer, Ankazan's job is actually just to stay in a fixed place in a daze, right?"

The tone was melodious and peaceful, the tone was disdainful and cold, and the legendary mage's comments on Ankazan's head and foot theory were completely disparagement, but this disparagement was not an unwarranted abuse but a real fact, and it was this hellish fact that was the most irrefutable.

And in this slow, word-for-word narration, the tea floating in front of the legendary mage finally began to boil............

"Ankazan's legendary journey is too unsuccessful and pathetic, he has been put on a flashy high hat by the Mage Guild and confined to a small place like the Grey Rain Country, where all his resources and knowledge can only be counted on Mesul's merciful alms, like a beggar on the street or a disabled wild dog............ Some people "feed" and enjoy two bites, and without "feeding", they sit in a daze, allowing the cold wind to take away the little body temperature left, until the final fate slowly comes."

It didn't take long for the tea to boil in the flickering of the sun, the clear liquid was surging with large and small bubbles, the crumpled and crushed tea leaves rose and fell with the leap of the boiling water, and the whole round water balloon began to burst and dance under the high temperature.

It is only at this time that a blazing and refreshing jade fruit tea is completed.

“............”

"Cheers to the poor, pathetic, pathetic Ankazan".

Ending with a strange greeting, "Whisper of Destruction" put the fruit tea to his lips expressionlessly.

If you want to drink tea, you can drink tea, punk is not pretending at all, and now he seems to be very relaxed in everything he says and does, except for his left hand, which is still clenching the body of the "Pale Scepter", his closed eyes and light lips seem to prove that he is enjoying a delicious tea wholeheartedly.

The expressionless state may still not have changed, but with the disdain of evaluating a dead mage, the Whispers of Destruction are now absolutely arrogant and confident.

Thereupon............ Extremely abrupt and extremely natural, just as the refreshing tea liquid was about to touch the caster's lips, a cold blade suddenly appeared in the bright sunlight flow!

"Whew"!

"You mean, shameless, damned bastard, who is in a good position to judge Ankazan!"

In an instant, the hideous roar almost clung to the ears of the legendary mage, and the sharp blade slashed through the intertwined laws through the pale cyan light and shadow, and the "Limang Flying Blade" wrapped in shadows jumped out of the shadows, and at this moment, the furious Bill simply merged with the dagger in his hand!

Anger can inspire bravery and potential in a creature, and it can drive those professionals who don't have strong willpower into madness............ But at the same time, anger and reason are not in conflict, there are always some strong people who can control their emotions and let anger interfere with their actions.

This was the case with Bill at this time, for example.

Anger was inevitable, and the anger of his dead friend being ridiculed was already burning in his heart, but the "Limang Flying Blade" never lost any reason and calm! Because at this moment, he knew very well that the caster with cold words was provoking his emotions, trying to provoke himself to appear from the shadows and attack.

So have you been fooled?

Bill thinks no!

The reason why he dared to explode the assassination at this moment was not because he was carried away by anger, but because after consuming hours of confrontation, the confident dual cultivator had finally slowly come to the back of the legendary mage's body.

And almost at the same time that the blazing tea was brewed, the blade he placed next to the caster's head was ready to be the strongest killer weapon!

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