Meanwhile, in a nondescript house in the deepest part of the Miet slum, a strangely dressed old man with a white bone staff in his hand was wielding a disgusting human bone necklace with a whampy expression on his face, and was talking nonsense to a dozen guys, large and small, kneeling in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Prophet of the Great Land has given new strength to the Order of Chaos! Behold, this power is in our hands! In spite of Samir's shameful defeat, when he finally surrenders to the feet of the Great Prophet of Demonic Energy, all his sins have been forgiven, and so have you, the time has come for the wild mages to rise again! Follow in my footsteps to the Great Land, the place that the foolish world calls the "Great Demon Cave", where it will be the holy land of the wild mages! Follow me, follow the great Prophet of Demonic Energy! The future has been revealed! Confusion! Yes, there is only chaos!"

Accompanied by the staff waved up and down by the madman-like guy, one by one exquisite mana models appeared in the air out of thin air, and then the green magic energy quickly filled the mana model under the traction of the madman, and then, four or five green flames emitting terrible heat appeared in the air, this scene caused the crowd below to scream, and those children who had obviously just awakened their magical talents, who looked like street children, fell at the feet of the madman even more frantically, frantically shouting the name of the prophet。

In this scene of demons dancing, Qiao Gen, who was wearing a black coat and combing his hair neatly, frowned and looked at the crazy god stick in front of him, and whispered to his companion,

"Is there any mistake? Moff, this is what you call the great wild mage?"

His companion was obviously also a rich kid, wearing a well-fitting hunting suit, but under the light, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes with a hint of amber, he lowered his voice and said to Qiao Gen, a friend who grew up together,

"I don't know! When I saw him before, he wasn't like this, you know? Just like Father Love, polite, really like the legendary wild mage, the meditation techniques we both learned in the past six months were also obtained from him, but how did he become like this now? I'm so afraid, he's like those cultists my father said, Joogen, let's run!"

"No, we can't run, he's probably going to know who we are under the snitch of those guys, and then our parents and relatives will be in danger! Wait,, let's see what he's going to do?"

It can be seen that Jorgen's heart is also very nervous, not all 11-year-old children can carry out his hunting plan in Bordeaux City without changing his face like Elivan, but this guy is at least much better than, who has been paralyzed on the ground with fright, he took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face, and then tightened his grip on the serpentine dagger hidden in his boots, which was a parting gift from Uncle Shelfield, whom he had only met once, and it was said that the slightly old-fashioned uncle was a legendary wild mage, and when he prayed for him to teach him magic, Uncle Shelfield smiled bitterly and gave him the dagger, and this dagger has indeed helped him defeat those gangsters who are far beyond his strength many times in the past three years.

"I'm going to kill him!"

Georgen stared at the madman who was worshipping one believer after another on the stage, and whispered to himself, "I must kill him! It's simple, Jorgen, just like killing the wild dog that pounced on him, stab him hard!

In Georgen's almost self-hypnotic voice, it was finally his turn to worship with, the stick didn't look at them, proud like a flying dragon in the sky, Morgan was paralyzed on the ground and didn't dare to move, while Jorgen took a deep breath, slowly walked in front of the stick, pretended to be scared, knelt on the ground, and shouted,

"O great prophet, I am willing to give you all the riches of our house! it was the treasure of my foolish father for thirty years, and it is..."

Speaking of this, Qiao Gen seemed to be so excited that he couldn't even make a sound when he lay on the ground, and when the god stick heard the word wealth, his eyes narrowed, and he kindly helped Qiao Gen up and said loudly,

"Behold, the first sincere believer of the Great Prophet is born, and though the riches of the world mean nothing to us, we need to collect them for the relief of the world, come, child, do not get excited, tell me, where is it, and I will take you out of it, but I will not ask for a penny, and I will give them to those who really need them, like you, poor people who are displaced in this city!"

Hearing these false words, the older ones were already frowning at this time, and the children, who were obviously street children, shouted the name of the prophet louder and louder with joy, and the proud madman bent down and stretched out his old face to Georgen, and he asked in a low voice,

"Tell me, child, where is that thing? In return, I'll teach you real magic! It's not what you used to practice! You know, real magic!"

"It's right in... Your graveyard!"

Georgen roared, holding the serpentine dagger with a glimmer of green light on the surface of his hands, and stabbed it into his abdomen under the old man's stunned gaze, then pulled it out, and then stabbed it again.

"Uncle Shelfield said that a true wild mage doesn't need money, because only knowledge is a priceless treasure!

Qiao Gen's sudden attack was undoubtedly a perfect start, no one would have thought that a teenager would make such a crazy move, not to mention that no one could have imagined, not even that old god stick, that such a child would have an enchanted weapon in his hand that was extremely precious in the group of wild mages!

And it was this oversight, coupled with Georgen's luck, that he, the bestowed high-level mage, almost died under this dagger enchanted with medium toxin damage, but it was only a close one.

"Ahhh

Qiao Gen, who still had too little combat experience, thought that the victory was decided, and if Elivan was here, he would definitely not hesitate to stab the dagger directly into the eye socket of the old god stick, so that the sharp blade and the toxin in it would quickly destroy his brain, in that case, even if the gods descended, there would be no way to save his life.

But at the moment when Qiao Gen let go of the dagger, a suddenly appeared, dark green magic hand was like whipping a fly, and Qiao Gen, who had no time to dodge, flew out viciously, how could the child's body eat this attack containing alien magic power, Qiao Gen was like a baseball that was knocked away, and weakly crashed into the pillar in the corner of the house, once it hit it, Qiao Gen had a few lives that were not enough to die.

But at this critical moment, a chubby body jumped up from the ground and took Jof in his arms, and then the two people, who had lost much speed, hugged each other and crashed into the edge of the pillar at the same time.

"Poof! Thanks,..."

"Ahh We're dead... Woo woo, I shouldn't have given you that meditation book, woo woo, we're going to die!"

Looking at the dying Georgen and the little fat man hugging each other and crying, he had already stood up, but he changed into another form, as if a strange bone spur had grown all over his body, the old god viciously pulled the snake dagger out of his abdomen that seemed to have turned into dead wood, and didn't care about the green blood that splashed out, he first cautiously chanted the incantation, and held up a green magic shield, then put the dagger in front of his eyes and looked at it, and then let out a sneer,

"Ah, I thought it was!Shelfield-Ivey-Cold! Ah, it turned out to be the little wild dog under the famous Elder Ivey! No wonder the teeth are so sharp! It seems that the rumors that Elder Ivy is good at teaching students are true? But the old immortal thing is dead! There is no way to shelter you anymore! The future belongs to us, and only the Chaos Order and the Prophet can become the leaders of the Wild Mages!"

The old god stick roared in the sky, and then with a smug laugh, stretched out his snake-like tongue, and licked it disgustingly on the dagger, then stretched out his left hand, a complex spell model quickly took shape in his palm, and green magic energy gushed up, and soon, a human head-sized evil energy fireball appeared there, accompanied by the old god stick's casual throw, the magic fireball with a terrible temperature, ruthlessly burning everything around it, flew towards Qiao Gen and Mov who were trembling together.

"Die, you senseless outcasts!"

"Goodbye, Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Shelfield!"

Georgen closed his eyes in despair, and, at this moment, desperately opened his eyes to the maximum, because just a moment ago, a chubby, unusually familiar figure appeared in front of them, that... Isn't that Uncle Sylwig next door to their house?

"Bang!"

The menacing fireball of magic energy smashed a ripple under the pale green shield of the "Spirit Tortoise Guard" held up by the old Sylvig, but it ended here, at this time, the old Sylvig, who was already in full swing, was like the birth of the god of law, and as soon as the terrifying coercion of the magic master appeared, it suppressed everyone present, and the old god stick, who was still laughing wildly just now, was also stunned in place like a pheasant that was choked by the neck.

Old Silverwig looked back at his incredible child and the neighbor's little baby, smiled at the two of them, and made an eyebrow-squeezing motion, then he turned his head and looked at the crazy old god stick with some kind of mana model carved in the air, which seemed to be trying to escape,

"Bastard of the Chaos Order, how dare you hurt my child, how dare you slander Ivey's legacy?, come, let me, the wild mage taught by Elder Ivey, teach you what is your destiny!" )