After a week of living in close proximity to the rain, the West Coast finally has a long-awaited sunny day. When www.biquge.info the sun comes out, it is said that no matter how decadent people are, they subconsciously look up at the dazzling and warm sun, which envelops all beings like hope.

After a week of wrestling with the thick domes, with the help of Mirna and Selia, Sharan finally came to a conclusion about the crisis of the magic circle in Sky City. By any indication, the collapse of the Sky City Magic Circle was indeed caused by those puppeteers. As for why they did this, Sharan didn't know yet.

The leader of the puppeteers is a guy named Dogri, and after confirming the fact of what the puppeteers did, there is no doubt that the final spearhead is aimed at Dogri. As the leader of the puppeteers, it gives instructions for all the actions of the puppeteers.

But there are also problems, first of all, the dragonmen who are currently standing in front of everyone, and if they are not completely cleared, it will be impossible to reach the area of the puppeteers. Secondly, even if Dougri and his puppeteers are eliminated, the fact that most of the magic circle has been destroyed still cannot be changed. The mages had to find the materials to repair the magic circle, but it was obviously not an easy task.

Anyway, things have to be taken one step at a time, and Sharan decided to focus on clearing the dragonmen for now. So the adventurers and mercenaries who poured into the West Coast about half a month ago entered Sky City in batches, but it was clear that things would not be so smooth. After entering the Sky City, even though the adventurers and mercenaries have a fairly rich combat experience, they are still powerless when it comes to facing those dragonmen.

The dragonmen are no match for the explorers in terms of numbers, and they are fearlessly carrying out the so-called "cleaning up" under the command of that fellow Lucas, which proves that in their eyes, humans are always equal to garbage.

The first day of fighting ended in failure, and although no one died, all those who entered the Sky City on the first day were clouded with a cloud over their hearts.

Randall sat in the Ice Dragon Tavern, accompanied by Maffeo and Freya, drinking sullenly, and the other party was clearly depressed by what had happened today. As mentioned before, the closer you get to where Lucas might be, the more inevitable it becomes to encounter those dragonmen. But Lucas's whereabouts are extremely strange, and so far, no one can say exactly what level it is on.

"You really should look at those guys, they can really come and die for that damn broken tower?" Randall cursed.

Maffeo shook his head, "I told you a long time ago that these are creatures loyal enough to fend off swords with their own flesh and blood. ”

"I have to thank you, if it weren't for you today, I think we would probably be drowning in those lizard-headed guys. Randall shook his glass.

"Luck has never favored us, and we've seen the largest number of dragonmen. Maffeo pouted.

"You've done a great job, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed those guys were so fanatical. Freya comforted.

"Lord Bakar!" Maffeo mimicked the dragons, though it was funny. "What a bunch of monsters. He then spat out the words viciously, as if he were spitting out wine that could make him sick at any time.

"What a bad joke, man. Randall said with his eyelids drooping, he was tired from the battle that had lasted for most of the day.

Maffeo slumped in his chair, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

Marcos walked briskly on the way to the Academy of Magic, although he did not participate in today's battle, the conversation of the passers-by around him pricked his nerves, and he knew that today's battle must not be smooth.

"Have you heard? Those people came back as if they had been judged. ”

"I saw a guy with his entire left arm gone. ”

"God, that's really miserable, it must be painful, right?"

"I don't think it's funny at all. ”

"Listen to me, man. We'd better not go near that tower, it's going to die. ”

"I thought it was a wonderful place, but now it seems that I was wrong, and I'm starting to get a little scared of it. ”

"You're a wise choice. ”

With this conversation, which could be heard everywhere along the way, Marcos made his way through the streets to the door of the Academy of Magic. Because it was Uma's invitation, he was not stopped by the magician guards at the entrance of the academy.

He didn't stop walking quickly to the dormitory after entering the Academy of Magic, he didn't linger in the main hall of the main hall. Ever since he entered the place, his ghost hand had been noticed by the magicians here, and in fact his mummified left hand alone was strange enough, not to mention the fact that there were two large suppressors placed on his left hand. Although Marcos was not one to dwell on this kind of thing, he did not forget the purpose of this time. With the glow of the magic lamp, Marcos managed to find the room where Uma was. He knocked on the door, and when Uma answered, he opened the door and walked in.

"What's wrong, Uma?" Marcos asked as soon as he entered, knowing that it was definitely something important for Uma to call him in so late.

Uma handed Marcos a piece of parchment with words written on it, "This is the result of the analysis of Lucas's skin, and I can confirm that there is some special element of light magic in its body, which may be unique to magical lifeforms. ”

"Well, I'm sure I can't read this. Marcos shook his head and smiled wryly.

"You don't have to worry about this, trust me, I'll let the blacksmiths craft a weapon with a purpose. But I must make sure, are you sure you can kill Lucas?" asked Uma as she retrieved the parchment.

Marcos was silent for a moment, "I'm honored to be able to help you. He replied.

"Very well, come to the door of Kakun's shop the morning after tomorrow, and you'll get the weapon you want. Uma sat back on the bench, and it looked like he had other things to attend to.

Marcos didn't bother him, thanked him and left the room.

Perhaps it was because Marcos was walking out of the gates of the Academy of Magic when he happened to run into Fett, who was sipping a cup of hot coffee he bought, and the West Coast night in February can make people shiver.

"Looks like you've got the answer you're looking for. Fett said to Marcos, who greeted him.

"I think so. Marcos spread his hands.

"That's congratulations. ”

"Hey, anyway, I need your help this time. I'm just a weak bastard, and I hope you don't dislike me. Marcos smiled.

"In your words, real luck. Fett didn't seem to want to continue with Marcos, she just walked briskly in the direction of the hotel.

"Yes, that's right, real luck. Marcos stood still, looking at Fett's back and muttering to himself.