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"What do you do at night? Atrele grinned behind her and couldn't help but caress her smooth back. The soft touch of his hand made Atre more and more excited, and the power of his hand increased.

In the moaning of his young wife, he gasped excitedly, and his hands got into the bra in front of him, greedily kneading the puff pastry that was as soft as pudding and as smooth as spring water. While leaning into her white and pink ear, he asked affectionately, "Did you cast the 'Mage Secret Room'?"

This spell shields an area from all kinds of probing, and once cast, it can only be seen as dark or hazy from the outside, even if you have dark vision or other special visual abilities, and you can't see anything useful. Even magic can't do anything, and foresight spells can only see a vague patch, completely unable to detect the situation in this area. Not even prop-type magics such as the Eye of the Eye are fine, as soon as they enter the area shrouded in mana, they immediately lose any contact with the outside world.

Of course, the main thing is that in addition to obscuring vision, it can also obscure sounds! No sound can be transmitted, unless the caster uses text messaging or the like to actively send out information, otherwise even if your ears are smarter than a cat, you will not hear any sound.

The young and beautiful mage glanced at him with disgust and said, "Don't you have a probing ring?" ”

Unwilling to pull out his right hand, he looked at the obsidian-encrusted gold ring on his thumb. The black square stone seems to be a miniature small screen, with a purple symbol slowly rotating on it. This ring detects any spells around it and represents them in the form of symbols. The current symbol represents the "mage's secret room", and the constant rotation indicates that the spell is surrounded by all sides, otherwise the symbol will point in the direction of the spell storage.

Seeing this, Atrele suddenly became excited, and with one hand vigorously ripped off his wife's sultry clothes, and the other violently caressed her charming breasts, causing the female mage to let out a loud moan.

The moan was so sweet that Attle picked up his tall wife fiercely, walked to the side of the bed and pressed it to the gorgeous pink magic bed. Let her let out a high-pitched wail. With the effect of the "Mage's Secret Room", Atrele is not afraid of any sound coming out. His strong arms violently ripped off all the clothes that the woman barely covered, so that the white and delicate slender body was completely exposed under him, and his hands pressed the excited little wife, stroking it heavily, from the beautiful pink long neck to the trembling soft breasts, to the flat white belly and the seductive dark jungle, and finally into the bright red valley garden, gasping and exploring vigorously. He just wants to make the little wife under him make a bigger and more touching moan!

As he wished, his wife, who was 13 years younger than him, let out a sharp wheez, deliberately stimulating his nerves. The watery eyes stared at his lower abdomen, as if to swallow him in one gulp.

"Hahaha" Atrele let out a slightly hideous happy laugh: "Baby, scream! You scream and no one will hear you!"

"I want to. The young woman stared into his eyes and whispered.

The trumpet of the charge sounded! A young beauty begged to grant her joy! A haughty mage begged for her the most complete conquest!

Atre excitedly swept away his own qiē, and the high spear rushed vigorously into the bright red mage's "secret room", it rushed back and forth in the compact inside, looting, making the delicate mage let out a conquered coquettish sound.

Her delicate breasts swayed back and forth under the fiery dash, emitting seductive microwaves. Attle excitedly pressed them down, feeling the joy of the "waves" shaking. This made her also excited with a red face, which was extremely gorgeous and moving. She grabbed Attle's arm excitedly, and asked coquettishly, "This bracelet is newly bought?"

"Uh-ah-ah-" Attle groaned happily, "this--this bracelet-oh-oh-oh-can be used for more-ah, ah-ah-stronger armor. Ahh

The young woman's eyes were full of anticipation and she said, "I want one too!"

Overwhelmed by the excitement and pleasure, Artrex exclaimed excitedly, "I'll buy you a better one! I'll buy you the best one!"

The woman's long legs clamped vigorously around the waist of the bear, causing his lancers to dig deeper into their "mage's chamber" to dig up the deep sweet treasure!

The man pressed heavily on the tall delicate body, and Meimei sprinted vigorously, digging out those warm and slippery treasures, so that they kept pouring out of the "secret room", turning into a lovely passionate atmosphere, making the man deeply addicted to it. He cried out: "Give it all to you, give it all to you! I will give you whatever you want!"

"Husband!" the young woman hugged the man's head passionately, her eyes burned with the hottest flames, staring at the man's red and excited face, her long hair was covered with the most tempting dewdrops, she gasped with "oh, oh", and begged with a blurred breath: "Husband, I want tuition! When your business is done, I want to learn the tuition of the sixth order of arcane arts." ”

The fanatical man's body suddenly stagnated, sixth-order arcane art! Even the most talented person has to spend tens of thousands of gold coins to barely learn a sixth-order spell! Don't look at himself in front of Preg and brag that he does a business of tens of thousands of gold coins a year. That's just gross income, not profit at all!

10,000 gold coins, that's two or three years of profit! Maybe it's 20,000, 30,000, 50,000? Don't you say, some people spend 100,000 gold coins and don't learn!

"Husband-" the young wife begged in a coquettish voice, "When I reach the sixth order, we will have more opportunities to do business, and you will soon earn it back." As she spoke, her slender legs clamped her husband's waist and hips tighter, and her slender waist actively swayed, allowing the warm gushing channel to bring strong stimulation.

The man's spear knight was suddenly tightly wrapped in more sweet treasures, and the slippery pleasure made him unable to stop his impulses. He gritted his teeth, the tuition fee was expensive, but when the time came, he would have access to a higher-level mage, and he would have the opportunity to do a bigger deal. Moreover, once his little wife successfully advanced to the sixth-order arcane arts, her status in the entire society would be above those barons!

"Okay, here you go!" the man roared and rushed into the deepest part of the scarlet "chamber", the fierce looting that made the delicate mage's limbs crisp, and he could only gasp for breath, unable to even moan.

Yatlete shook violently in excitement and shouted, "You are mine!

The woman's delicate body is a touching bright red, constantly making a charming tremble, and finally tightly wraps around the man's **.

Outside the big red tent, it was quiet. The occasional crackling of the campfire and the tired snoring of the guys can be heard.

The next day, Pregg's team was far behind Atlet's team.

He sat listlessly on an even more listless pony and was distraught.

Join Atrele's team, but does he really want to ask me to be his deputy? Or is he doing some shady thing, and needs a fool to be a substitute for the dead in a crisis?

A certain duke, the four "deputies" were all accused by a certain holy warrior for corrupting the law and forcibly buying, and were finally pulled to the guillotine and beheaded. And the Duke is "absolutely unaware" drops, even if he fools around with those four people all day long!

A certain ** division, two "deputies" were all killed on the spot by righteous people for summoning demons to carry out blood sacrifices and engaging in illegal transactions. And this mage is naturally "absolutely innocent", even if he specializes in prophecy spells!

The big boss of a caravan, the three "deputies" were all exposed by a high-ranking warlock because they conspired with the devil to commit fraud. Finally, they were thrown to the gallows and hanged. But the big boss must have been "blinded" drops, even after the statue of the devil and the summoning spell were found at his bedside!

Bloody lesson, so how can the status of "deputy" be reassuring?

But what if he is sincere? Could it be that he has led a small team of dozens of people to brave the wind and snow all his life?

Damn, Lao Tzu also wants to sit on a sturdy and graceful tall horse, wear a gorgeous magic equipment, and then hold a mage chick in his arms to show off everywhere!

In this way, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and the more annoyed he became. I was extremely anxious and kept looking around.

Suddenly, he saw a small procession emerging from the side of the mountain in front of him, and it was rushing down to the Atrex caravan in front of him.

A large group of dwarf, green-skinned goblins surrounded Aterre's party. They were noisy and let out muffled screams, and a burst of sour bad breath quickly enveloped the entire group, as if a stinking cloud had suddenly enveloped it.

The proprietress - the level 10 mage Chrissy had prepared an ice storm, and the blue-white magic light kept flashing between her slender hands. If it hadn't been for Atrex to stop it, it would have blown this group of stinky things that don't have long eyes to shreds!

Atrele shouted at one of the goblins, "Kenobris, you are getting bolder! How dare you blatantly come at my team? Do you think my mages and warriors are easy to mess with? Look at you who are less than half our size, and you don't even have a pair of leather armor, and you don't even have a big goblin in your team, and you still want to spoil my way? Get out of the way! There is a small team behind you to grab it slowly!"

Hmph! Atre thought viciously, let the goblin shine Preg this time, so he would have to work for me!hahahahaha! The gods are above! I'm so lucky!hahahahaha.

The ordinary goblin named Kenobris stepped out of the noisy goblin procession and shouted loudly from afar in a lame lingua franca: "Yatle, we won't let you go this time! Now we are Mukula's men! Today is the first time we have collected tolls on behalf of Mukula! If you don't give it, Mukula will give you a good look!"

Mukula Yatle's brow furrowed deeply.

Mukula used to be an ordinary barbarian fighter, struggling to get a bite to eat from the bandits of this trade route. Later, I don't know what shit I walked on, and suddenly he became a storm messenger of the god of natural disasters, Sebranda, and became a level 14 or 15 big man! Then he gathered a group of outcasts who were driven out of the land and thugs who were driven out of the city, and formed the "Salvation Army of Sebranding", claiming to overthrow the rule of the nobles and the evil claws, and establish a new world. As a result, a bandit camp was built 200 miles away from here, and he specially commanded his subordinates to do some tricks to exploit merchants, and he had a virtue with those local nobles!

Because he was too far from the city of Wilwach, the army never killed him. Occasionally, some young and ignorant "adventurers" ran to "eradicate the evil", but of course they were eradicated by the "evil".

However, once he annoyed a level 15 mage and was chased and beaten everywhere. If it weren't for the fact that he could ride the storm and escape, and his body was strengthened by the God of Natural Disasters, the Thorbrand Tower, and had a strong resistance to any elemental damage, he would have been burned to ashes a long time ago. Later, he had to spend a lot of money with an intermediary to soothe the mage's anger and send him away. But this scandal had already spread throughout the caravans passing by, and everyone naturally laughed at him secretly after paying the toll.

But Mukula, who had always only been active on his territory, suddenly ran 200 miles away and recruited a team of goblins who couldn't hold up the wall in the mud?

Well, that's what it's like that! If Mukula thinks the toll is too low, he just needs to raise the toll on his own turf. Anyway, he's just a bandit! Why follow the example of those local nobles, in order to maintain their "noble" image, they have to set up more obstacles under the guise of a clever name? Besides, these goblins are greedy, cowardly, and cunning, and they are not suitable to be subordinates at all! Only fools will pull them into their ranks and destroy their morale!

Well-but Mukula was a muscular, hot-headed fool! he couldn't even do the arithmetic of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, so many of his men secretly deducted fees. Everyone knows about this, but he can't find out!

Thinking of this, Artlele smiled, reassured, and shouted loudly: "Kenobris, you don't talk nonsense, Mukula will take a fancy to you shit, unless the sky falls, get out of here, or my wife will lose her temper!"

The singer raised her hand casually, making the flash of magic in her hand more conspicuous.

The atmosphere is extremely tense, and both sides are clenching their weapons and preparing for war!

Suddenly, Kenobris let out a shrill laugh: "Hehehehehe, the sky is about to fall!Atre, you ignorant mortal, open your eyes and look!"

The goblins cried out: "Mukula, messenger of the storm, embodiment of destruction, overlord of the sky!

As soon as the words fell, a violent wind suddenly blew around, and the sand and rocks flew away for a while, charming eyes!

An extremely majestic voice sounded behind the mountain, and with the fierce wind went straight to everyone's ears!

Humble mortals, by whom is the sky shrouded?

Thou art above the sky, O Sovereign Lord.

Humble mortals, by whom is the earth shaken?

Thou art the edge of the earth, O O Sovereign Lord.

Humble mortals, by whom is the deep sea stirred?

Thou art lying in the sea, O Sovereign Lord.

Humble mortals, look!

The sun and the moon are shrouded in boundless dark clouds,

The bright day turns into deep darkness,

The cold and cold of Ruyuan kills everything in the world!

Listen, lowly mortals!

The mountains were shattered by the immensity of trembling,

Thousands of feet of dust turned into a sharp blade of the wind,

Mountains of flying sand devour everything in the world!

Humble mortals, look!

The earth was washed away by a mighty wave,

Brilliant civilization turned into a submarine reef,

The tide of the clouds destroys everything in the world!

Humble mortals, look!

The vast plains turned into mountains,

The boundless green fields turned into sinking barren sand,

The supreme tower of Sebrand

You are shaping the world!

Listen, lowly mortals!

Countless kingdoms perished in the Flood,

The long history is interrupted in the wind and sand,

The supreme tower of Sebrand

You're picking a qiē in the world!

Humble mortals, look!

The rotten world has long been as filthy as mud,

The powerful have long been like enemies,

The supreme tower of Sebrand

You will pour out the flames of vengeance!

Humble mortals, by whom is the sky shrouded?

It is the supreme tower of Sebrand,

Follow his high banner,

The shackles of the world will be broken!

Humble mortals, by whom is the earth shaken?

It is the supreme tower of Sebrand,

Follow in his rumbling footsteps,

Every oppression in the world will be destroyed!

Humble mortals, by whom is the deep sea stirred?

It is the supreme tower of Sebrand,

Follow his trumpet to heaven,

Every powerful person in the world will be slaughtered!

In the dim wind, a sturdy figure soared out from behind the mountain, and he harnessed the dark wind in the sky to hover in the air, like a thunderbird summoning a storm, constantly singing loudly into the ears of every weak person.

The goblins were prostrate on the ground, trembling and excited, and seeing this man was like seeing God!

Humans looked at the sky in amazement, looking at the power comparable to that of a high mage. The flags were blown to the ground, the carts were creaking, and everyone was quietly retreating!

Level 10 mage Chrissy was riding on a beautiful little red horse, her thin brows furrowed. This creature could scare others but not her!, but her lovely little red horse was frightened by the fierce wind and the rough singing, and the neighing and restlessness made her heart ache. So she was ready to throw "Ice Storm" on the head of this arrogant guy and give him a dismount!

"Don't do it!" Atrele hurriedly stopped, "He's a storm bringer, nothing to do with the wind can hurt him!

"Then use a powerful fireball!" Chrissy prepared to change spells.

"It's useless!" Atrele stopped again: "His body has been strengthened by the God of Natural Disasters, and he has a high resistance to a qiē elemental damage! As far as I know, this guy can sleep naked in the ice and snow, walk freely in the flames, and breathe normally in the Death Cloud Technique!"

Chrissy gritted her silver teeth: "Isn't it just that the elemental resistance is high? As he spoke, he took out a scroll - domination of the human race.

It is necessary to know that a mage can theoretically learn all spells, but in fact, each spell has completely different requirements for people's understanding ability and way of thinking, and even if a mage is very talented, he can only learn some spells in his lifetime. This is especially true for high spells. For example, there are more than forty standard fifth-order arcane arts, but the average person can only learn seven or eight at most! Chrissy is not good at spells, but as a mage who has been on the road for many years, she has prepared a variety of scrolls and props.

"Hurry up and put it away!" Attlele was anxious: "This guy used to be a barbarian fighter, and his resistance to spiritual spells is also very high!"

"Then change this!" Chrissy didn't give up, she took out another scroll - the 6th order arcane "petrification"

"Don't lick it! The things we are transporting this time are very secret, and we must not make any mistakes! Otherwise, my business will not be able to expand!" Atrete is dying: "His body is very strong! This thing will not work, and if it fails, we will be unlucky." He once killed a level 12 mage!"

"That mage must have been careless. Chrissy reluctantly put away the scroll and said, "As long as you have any door and teleportation ready, he will definitely not be able to kill our mage!"

It's true that the mage's attack may not be the strongest, but the mage's mobility ability is definitely the first!

As long as you don't have a spell that shields the dimensional long jump like a dimensional anchor, then you can't do anything with the mage. The mage can come when he wants, and leave when he wants. That's the best thing about mages!

The figures in the sky were approaching, and the wind was a little lighter, but it still couldn't blow the caravan's banner upright.

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