"If we weren't teammates and friends, I'd tell you how hot the dignity of wizards is." A wizard who played with fire glared angrily at the Templars, did he become a wizard just for the sake of his position? The pursuit of mystery is just a side product!

"That's not what I meant, don't get me wrong." The Templars looked at all the wizards who were glaring at them and said, "I wanted to ask, will the wizards of the Wall clan come out with his method?" ”

"This chance is not impossible, you must know that those people worship their great wizard almost to the point of faith, and when they hear someone insult, even if their own strength is not enough, they will come out to defend it." The wizard who played with fire was discouraged and explained, "The tribe produces warriors, and so do those wizards. ”

In fact, the wizard is right, masturbation is true. Under the propaganda of scolding the street, the wizards who were secretly watching the carriage were a little unbearable, and the two werewolves who climbed on the roof of the building saw that the carriage was about to pass under them, and they glared angrily and pounced.

Feeling the strong wind, he looked up slightly at the werewolf who was heading straight for him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then with a wave of his arm, a demonic hand flew out according to the two werewolves in mid-air, and smashed on the building next door.

"Boom!"

The stone wall cracked, the two werewolves were crushed to pieces, the carriage passed by the werewolves who were groaning in pain, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out a lit oil bottle and smashed it on them, and the two werewolves with broken bones were instantly burned and screamed.

"Gadagada~"

The carriage went away, and he scratched his hair and continued to curse the street, the two burned werewolves did not make all wizards fearful, it was a provocation for them, and then on the road Masher began to face more monsters and wizards sneak attacks and interceptions, flying insects in the air and bears running in the streets, until a human-headed centipede broke through the ground and ate their horses, the Templars and a group of wizards rushed out, and at this time, the wizards of hell ran out from all directions, and a scuffle began in the streets.

"Cross Slash!"

"Holy Spike!"

The Templars shouted a move that had not been taught at all during the training, and slashed at the onrushing monster with a wide open and closed slash, a butcher-like act that soon caused his body to crumble red and yellow, proving that the crosssword was inherently used against demons.

He is not afraid to kill monsters to avoid attacks, and he has the most output on the field except for the sorcerer, compared to those new wizards who are much more restrained, after all, they believed in Satan before, and they are a little afraid of all kinds of demonic instincts.

However, when the wizards who played with fire burned a piece of small demons, they were indifferent, because these demons were not as good as they were recorded in the magic books.

"Whew~" A ball of fire erupted from the mouth of a certain two-headed dragon, and the sorcerer and the Templars who were still alive hid in a stone house, the assassination team had powerful potions, and those demons also had them.

"The other side is starting to be ruthless, your level is too low to resist at all, hide here and don't go out, I'll buy a few oranges." He endured it and said the last word, then turned and rushed out.

A group of wizards and Templars were slightly moved when they heard this, and they couldn't help but sigh when they looked at the back, "It is worthy of being the top powerhouse of the Church of the Sage, and I don't forget to comfort people when I go to such a dangerous scene, where can this ghost-like royal capital sell fruits." ”

They didn't know what they were thinking, but the scene at this time was really not something they could bear, and he dodged the flames of the two-headed dragon and beheaded him with a horizontal jump, and then blocked the fangs of the big centipede with his arm, and released the grip of death to block the strong acid of the fat snake, and then returned to the sword hand to cut off the centipede's head, and went to deal with the steppe monitor lizard...

The battle lasted until night, and he sat on the body of a giant lion to rest, and there were all the corpses of birds, beasts, and humans at his feet, and the streets were full of potholes, and many houses on both sides had collapsed.

"This is simply a divine war!" The wizard and the Templar ran out, carefully bypassing the acid that had not yet penetrated the ground, and said to the sage in reverence, "You are the Sage! ”

Hearing this, he was slightly stunned, looked at the wizard and asked, "You found out?" ”

"It's too obvious." The wizard smiled when he heard this, "This kind of combat power definitely exceeds the top, it is definitely a legendary realm, and it is estimated that it will have to fight with those legendary ascetics." ”

"Ahh Hearing this, he reacted, he said strength rather than identity, and then said with a humble face, "Actually, I haven't surpassed it, my strength is still at the top." ”

"Is this the low-key of the strong?" The Templar pointed to the sleeve of his shirt and said, "Look at that pink skin, I just watched that wound heal. ”

"Okay, I've reached the legendary realm, then you have to keep it secret for me." He glanced over his shoulder, then compromised.

"Understood." A group of wizards nodded, "If your captain knew you were so strong, he should have worried about you stealing his place." ”

"Really?" The corners of his mouth twitched when he heard this, and then he said to a group of people, "It's getting dark, let's find a place to hide first, and then continue tomorrow." ”

The crowd nodded, and then quietly did the same, and they finally found a safe place in the royal capital, which was a building full of spears and a lot of barbed wire.

A few men struggled to climb in, then crept up the stairs, and then they saw candlelight on the third floor, and a witch holding a strange doll.

"Who's stepping on the point?" Seeing the candlelight shining on the widow's face, he looked back at the wizards.

"This is my aunt's house." One wizard said, "When I see the barbed wire fence outside, I should think that this place must be occupied." ”

"Oh, my own." Hearing this, he nodded, and then asked the strange witch who was sitting, "Prairie or local?" You've taken someone else's place. ”

"Whoever comes to someone's house is who's owned, and even those demons don't dare to harass me when they come in, what do you think?" The witch said in a terrifying voice like glass rubbing, and reached for the rag doll's head.

"Wait!" Seeing this, he suddenly felt a hairy hair on his back, and hurriedly stopped him, "We are not enemies, we are also local wizards, we are still friends, and we will contribute to the restoration of the country." ”

"What does it have to do with me to restore the country, when the final victory comes, some people begin to divide things, and I am not worth it for those who die for their ideals." The witch rattled and said, "And you are nothing but lackeys." ”

"To put it mildly, I'm from the Church of the Sages." Hearing this, his face showed displeasure.

"Are you intimidating me? Are you holy? The witch said in a vague voice, and then looked at the wizard behind her, "Theology is not about attaching to the nobles in the end, just like those wizards. ”

"We do need money and local alchemy." The wizard touched his nose and said.

"It's all lackeys, I can feel that you're strong, but there's nothing to be afraid of." The witch coughed as she spoke, only to see a walnut-like thing fall out.

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