The Ladoga Valley, located at the southernmost tip of the town of Visen, is a place of verdant rocks, unlike the rest of the world. There are basalt rocks as hard as iron, grass granite that is easy to carve, and even marble that is cold throughout, making it a natural stone quarry. It's a pity that the town of Weisen is remote, the roads are rugged, and it is difficult to traffic resources, otherwise, I am afraid that the people of Weisen Town will be able to make a good living by selling stones.

After hearing that Yimia had issued a life-and-death challenge to Yang Ling, the town of Weisen was empty, and people rushed to the Ladoga Valley a few hours in advance to wait. Among them, there are many mercenaries and adventurers.

After being oppressed by the Anka family for many years, people hope that Yang Ling can pull out the thorn in the side of Yimia. But thinking that Yang Ling would not be vindictive, and there was no fluctuation of magic power on his body, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. After all, Imia itself has the strength of a high-level magician, and with his vicious surname, now that he has taken the initiative to propose a life-and-death battle, there must be a greater reliance.

The Anka family has been entrenched in Wissen for many years, and legend has it that their ancestors were pirates who ate people and did not spit out bones, and they once plundered great wealth and treasures, and the people of Wissen have always believed in this. Otherwise, how could Imiya cultivate to the realm of high-level magicians at such a young age? With their financial resources and connections, it would not be difficult to obtain some top-level magical equipment.

Although Yang Ling defeated the Great Sword Master Batis last time, people didn't see what was going on at all, and they all thought that the guardian warrior sent by his family secretly attacked. Now that Imia has no fear, I'm afraid that no matter how powerful his guardian warrior is, it will be difficult for him to help in front of everyone, so many kind-hearted townspeople are even more nervous than Yang Ling himself.

At noon, Imia walked to the flat ground of the valley, surrounded by a group of warriors. Dressed in a navy-blue heavy armor, holding a pitch-black dragon head staff, stepping on a pair of blood-red combat boots, and wearing magical equipment all over his body, almost armed to the teeth. At the same time, Yang Ling walked over slowly and casually as if he was shopping.

"Keralf Heavy Armor, top-of-the-line equipment from the Hill Dwarves, ignoring melee attacks below the Great Swordsman, Blood Elf Combat Boots, with Wind Acceleration Magic, doubles agility, Earth Guardian Cloak, with Earth-based shields, ignoring magic and physical attacks below the highest level, top-of-the-line equipment. Ibilisi, where did this guy get so much top-notch equipment?"

Looking at Imia from afar, Templar Cruise exclaimed. In addition to their own strength, what is more important is a variety of magical equipment. After owning a top-level piece of equipment, not to mention a junior magician, I am afraid that an apprentice who has not yet stepped into the threshold can kill an intermediate magician.

With the strength of a high-level mage in Ymia, after wearing so much top-level equipment, let alone a duel, I am afraid that it is enough to go directly to the depths of the Truss Forest to slay the dragon.

"Cruise, take a closer look!" Masked mage Michelle shook her head and continued, "He wears a flame ring on his left hand, which can continuously fire bursting fireballs, and is the best of the top equipment. Look at his right hand again, he is actually wearing a water spirit ring, which is protected from the spiritual attacks of the Magister below, and he can quickly return to the demon!"

"Ibilis, what a shame on you! Duel with a young man who has no fighting spirit and can't do magic, and he still wears so much superb equipment, and the mage's face is all disgraced!" Cruise shook his head disdainfully.

Looking at the pitch-black dragon head staff in Yimia's hand, Michelle's heart moved, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere, and after hesitating for a moment, she said: "Cruise, the dragon head staff in Yimia's hand seems a little strange, have you seen it anywhere?"

After a few moments, Cruise shook his head. There are countless wands that look similar in the world, and although the Holy See has a special introduction, except for some old antiques that specialize in the study of staffs, no one can remember so much. However, since Imia is covered with top-level equipment, the most important staff is probably not ordinary.

At the same time, on a mountain in the distance, an old man in black hidden in a cloud of black light was shocked. Looking at the dragon head staff in Yimia's hand, he chanted the words, "Snake demon blood staff? God, it is indeed the snake demon blood staff that has been missing for thousands of years!"

"Mentor, the Basilisk Blood Staff?is this the legendary Dark Hallows, the Basilisk Blood Staff?" a mature and beautiful woman looked at the old man in black in disbelief.

"That's right, Meryls, this is the holy weapon that our dark mages have always dreamed of—the Basilisk Blood Staff!" the old man took a deep breath, and suddenly, the black light on his body was even stronger, blocking the vicious sunlight.

After coming back to his senses, Meryls said disappreciatively: "Hehe, the mentor has already stepped into the holy level, what is the snake demon blood staff." Besides, as long as we want to, this treasure is not ready to be captured!"

"Hmph, Meryls, I told you a long time ago that after cultivating to the Holy Magister, I have only just stepped into a new threshold. You have only reached the realm of a great magician now, and you must not act rashly in case of trouble!" After snorting coldly, the old man slowly closed his eyes.

After learning that the Terras Forest had discovered the ruins of the sacred dragon El Pacino before his death, the old man in black rushed over with Meryls. El Pacino was an oracle of the dragons five thousand years ago, who led the dragons and human armies to wreak havoc on the undead creatures that invaded the continent of Tyran.

Legend has it that after defeating the army of the undead, Al Pacino sealed the equipment of many undead creatures, including some powerful artifacts. For thousands of years, the dark mage and the necromancer left behind in the Tyran continent have been looking for a place to seal, and after learning the news, the old man in black is willing to miss such a rare opportunity.

The old man in black closed his eyes to recuperate, while the gorgeous Meryls looked intently at the snake demon blood staff in Yimia's hand, secretly thinking about how to snatch it from him after the duel. In her eyes, in the face of Imia, who was armed to the teeth, Yang Ling was basically a dead man, and there was no chance of winning.

Outside the stadium, there was a lot of discussion, and they were amazed by the many rare equipment on Ymia's body. On the field, Yang Ling looked at Imiya with a smile.

"Hehe, Your Excellency Yimia, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Looking at Yimiya, who was fearless, Yang Ling smiled and said, "Why are your eyes red and swollen?

Go up the hill to catch monkeys?

Hearing Yang Ling say this, Yimiya was a little inexplicable, but the onlookers laughed.

"Monkey butt, white and red, walk by, don't miss it!"

"Haha, this dog-called girl, come out and throw something ugly, go home as soon as possible and wait for the old man!"

Hiding in the crowd, some mercenaries pointed at Imia and teased loudly, and when the latter heard this, his face turned blue and white with anger. After understanding the ins and outs of the matter from the mouths of the people, he was so angry that he regretted that he had not cut the samurai who had sent the war book in two with a sword three days ago.

"You, I" pointed at Yang Ling, and Yimiya was so angry that she smoked.

"Brother Imia, don't get excited, don't listen to their nonsense, do what you love to do, let them say it. After all, the ass is much more important than the face!" Yang Ling smiled maliciously, and then said: "How can a big man with status like you not even want his ass for the sake of other people's gossip?

Because a ass affects the reputation of the family?

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Imia was so angry that she was about to go crazy. These days, the words 'Anka' and 'Toad' on the butt of the great swordsman Batiss are considered by him to be a great shame, and they stimulate his nerves all the time. Now that Yang Ling is on fire, he is about to go crazy, his blood is surging, and he almost vomits blood and dies.

"Ah, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Yimia roared and rushed towards Yang Ling desperately, forgetting all the lines and magic that had been prepared long ago. At this moment, he just wanted to strangle Yang Ling to death, and he wanted to skin him and drink his blood.

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