"Huh?"

After Ivan's reminder, Rytans felt a sudden realization. Indeed, if the secret realm was really going to collapse, then how could His Majesty the Legendary Archmage take Xiwei away alone and leave them as students.

There must be some preparation for letting these students come down safely in the end, otherwise it would be ridiculous that the legendary archmage would go out once and let the students suffer heavy losses.

As for what preparations, Ivan said that he saw that the tutors of the academy were outside the city, but why didn't he see them?

Ivan felt the puzzlement that Rytans projected on him, and knew what he was puzzled without guessing, and secretly pursed his lips and smiled. However, would he tell him in detail that he had obtained the core control of the Deathmatch Secret Realm, and that he knew all about the location of outsiders in the Secret Realm?

"That's?"

After walking a short distance, without being reminded by Ivan, Rytans and the others saw seven or eight black-robed mentors standing next to an overturned chariot.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ivan and his entourage walked quickly to the tutors of the academy, and Ivan's eyes immediately saw the thin figure standing in the crowd, inadvertently overwhelmed by the dazzling light, and his eyes subconsciously softened.

"Teacher Kanongamen, let you bear the burden. ”

In the face of Ivan's politeness and respect, the silver-white mask of Kanongamon just nodded indifferently, but if you look closely, you will see that Kanongamun's hands with wide sleeves hidden in his robe, and his originally nervously clenched fists suddenly loosened.

Ivan didn't mind Karon Gamen's cold attitude, and stood sideways behind Karon Gamen, looking inadvertently at what was happening in this environment that seemed to have experienced a great war.

It's just that Ivan himself doesn't mind, but Rytans and Rollo, Roki glanced at each other, and their minds invariably flashed the image of Kanom Gamon depicted by Ivan when he first met them.

Cold-blooded, eccentric, suspicious, withdrawn, Ivan described it like this, and now that I look at it like this, it is a little similar, is it true that Ivan said it?

Kanomon felt a few strange lines of gaze staring at him, which made him shudder and follow the source. I saw a few gray-robed students, and their strange eyes kept wandering over themselves and Ivan, could there be anything strange about him and Ivan?

If Ivan could see through the inner thoughts of Retans and them at this time, he would definitely burst out laughing unceremoniously, but his attention was not on Retans and them now, so he didn't expect that Retans' image of them as Kanon Gamen would be more and more deviant.

The fingers brushed the already scarred chariot behind him, and the wounds on the chariot were not made by blunt instruments such as swords, but scorched black or corroded into them, more like the spell attacks of high-level mages.

In addition to the traces of battle on the vehicle, the environment around the vehicle was also severely damaged, including fire, freezing, lightning strikes, and more importantly.

In a hidden bush under his feet, Ivan sensed a trace of familiar black qi, and the extremely destructive nature instantly made Ivan think of a tragic battle between a white-haired man and a number of high-level mages.

It took him less than ten minutes to get here from the Tower of the Netherworld Puppet City, which means that the time of this battle was very short. There are two possibilities, one is that the white-haired man gradually feels invincible during the battle, and then flees quickly, and the other is that the white-haired man can't even react during the battle, and is defeated in an instant, and the end is only death or capture.

Ivan's fingers tapped lightly on the surface of the chariot, connecting some parts of his memory and analyzing them carefully. Slowly, the rhythm of the fingers' uneven rhythms became regular and expressive, and Ivan's frowning brow slowly loosened.

When the legendary archmage first appeared, the white-haired man was originally full of fighting spirit and was not afraid, but when the legendary archmage attacked the necromantic army, the white-haired man instantly avoided the battle.

Explain that there is something in the army of necromancers that the white-haired man cares about, since there is something he cares about, then the white-haired man cannot be defeated and flee, and it is very likely that he will die or be captured.

As for what the white-haired man cared about, it would definitely not be the necromantic creature soldiers in the necromantic army, a general who brought cavalry to siege the city, either stupid or didn't care, didn't care about the soldier's life.

The place where the battlefield took place was near this chariot, and the thing that the white-haired man cared about must be in this chariot, and he who controlled the core power of the secret realm, and he hadn't found anyone in the chariot before, since it wasn't a person, it could only be an item.

The item that can be cared about so much by a white-haired man, if it is not a rare and precious treasure, how can Ivan believe it, and it is very likely that this treasure is still in this chariot.

With this in mind, Ivan began to examine the chariot carefully, trying to spot the treasure, when suddenly a reflected light on the edge of the chariot caught his attention.

stepped forward and lifted the tent cloth covering the light, it turned out to be a black crystal ball, thinking about it, with the idea of not letting go of it, Ivan put the black water ball into his pocket the most.

The people around saw that Ivan was just picking up an ordinary black crystal ball, and they didn't pay much attention to it.

"Little ghost, why is it just a few of you, and some of the students?" Just when Ivan wanted to take advantage of the last moment of the collapse of the secret realm to find it again, a figure slowly walked in front of Ivan, and said in a cold and cold voice.

Looking up, he saw an old man with long gray hair and red eyes, Eras, the teacher of the thunder giant Torre, and one of the masterminds behind the events of the Swamp of Death.

"It's good that they're all dead, Eras, don't think you can cover the sky in the academy now, your disciple is really so guts?" Before Ivan could speak, a fiery old voice said angrily.

"What do you mean, Wari?" Erath looked at Wari, who was also a high-ranking mage, and walked up to him angrily, and behind him, Retans, Roki, and the others were also angry.

"What do you mean, I'm afraid of dirtying Lao Tzu's mouth, I can't say it, but we are not done with this matter, see you in the court. Throwing down such a sentence, Wari angrily took Rytans and the others to the side of the temporary teleportation magic array where they could leave the secret realm.

Scolded by the cape and face, and not even knowing what was going on, Eraz felt a fire build up in his chest, and if it weren't for Torre's usefulness, he would even want to leave.

"Where the hell are Torre, little ghost?"

"The Netherworld Golem City is inside the Netherworld Golem City. Ivan replied with a gentle smile.

Ellas glanced at Ivan coldly, and this kid didn't dare to deceive him, so he said hello to the two high-level mages behind him, and saw that the three of them turned into rainbow light and lived in the Yin Puppet City.

Ivan watched the backs of the three of them leaving, and the phoenix eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses suddenly showed a glimmer of light, and the Buddha was a cunning hunter who watched his prey walk into the stuffing trap by himself.

"Ivan, let's go, there's no time. The Spirit of the Secret Realm whispered in Ivan's ear.

"Come out with me, don't you want to understand why human feelings are so complicated? ”

"I am the embodiment of the master's obsession, only to complete the master's obsession, the master is no longer there, why do I exist, what fetters do I belong to in the world, and what do I need?" said the spirit of the secret realm lightly.

"Stupid, you stupid, can't you live for yourself once?" Ivan exasperated, almost scolding.

"To be born for others, to live for others, this is the fate of the spirit of the Secret Realm. ”

"Bullshit, fate or something, it's the most unreliable bullshit thing in the world!"

"Thank you, Ivan, for the little beggar you talked about, I liked it very much, it gave me a touch of my own feelings. "It's your own, not someone else's, the spirit of the secret realm took one last look at Ivan, and then spread its wings and flew away.

The black-feathered crow flew freely in the vast sky of the secret realm, and at that moment, Ivan seemed to see an invisible cage called someone else let go of it, free and his own life, even if it was only a moment before death.

Wings of Freedom, as beautiful as a house!