In the middle of the night, there was no one in the wilderness.

There were no stars or moons tonight, and the entire continent seemed to be covered by a huge curtain, plunged into boundless darkness.

Even the Southern Imperial City, which has a wonderful nightlife, seems to have died down at this time, and there is no atmosphere of the past lights.

On both sides of the wide streets in the Southern Imperial City, because there are no pedestrians on the road, many shops have closed early, and occasionally one or two shops are lit up, which is difficult to stop the embarrassing situation of the whole street falling into a deep sleep.

The large courtyard of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Regiment covers an extremely wide area, and there are many towers, because it is the dead of night, basically all the rooms are lit early, and only one room is flickering with a faint light.

The candle flame flickered, trying to emit a warm and bright light, illuminating a corner of the room.

Under the candlelight, Yang Hao closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, then took out a brand new piece of yellow rune paper, held the cold rune pen, shook his wrist lightly, the pen touched the paper, and several arcs jumped on the paper.

The first five strokes were completed overnight, and when the sixth stroke was drawn, the abnormal protrusion occurred, perhaps because the spiritual power was not running smoothly enough or other reasons, and the pen slipped.

With a "z", it was clear that the drawing of the entire fire spell had completely failed.

"Hey!"

"I didn't expect this thing to be so complicated!" Yang Hao, who had failed again, sighed.

Picking up this failed spell, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it casually into the corner of the wall behind him.

Looking at the corner of the wall by candlelight, there was a large backlog of discarded rune paper, which looked three feet high, at least.

This kind of scene has lasted for five days, during these five days, Yang Hao has been staying in the room and practicing hard to draw the fire sealing charm, just like this, he practiced endlessly, when he was tired, he meditated cross-legged and rested for a while, and when he was hungry and thirsty, he found something to pad his stomach casually, and never went out.

Under such crazy practice, Yang Hao's progress is also extremely obvious, looking at the spells drawn on the discarded paper on the ground, if it weren't for some problems in the last few places, the spells drawn on a few pieces of paper would already be quite charming.

Looking at the mountains of discarded paper balls, even Boss Bai couldn't help but praise Yang Hao as the most persevering young man he had ever seen.

"Bang!" failed again, looking at the failed work in front of him and wanted to cry without tears, after these few days of hard training, Rao is a martial artist's spirit has collapsed a little.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil!"

"Come again!"

And so it goes on and on, falling into an infinite loop.

Time flies, and at this moment the morning sun rises, and the whole earth is restored to its brilliance in the warm sun.

At this time, Yang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was only holding the rune pen in his hand, and after a few breaths to adjust his mental state, he waved his big hand, and the pen was on the blank rune paper.

I don't know if it's the beauty of heaven or the way of heaven for hard work, just when Yang Hao finished drawing the fifth stroke and turned to draw the sixth stroke, that is, a stroke that Yang Hao has been stuck.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shined through the screen window on the rune paper.

"This location?"

"That's right!

Yang Hao was in ecstasy, and the rune pen in his hand rushed towards the location where the light was.

The sixth stroke is completed, and the one that has been blocking Yang Hao is finally coherent, and the remaining strokes are no problem.

With a movement of his wrist, a piece of rune paper printed with the spiral flame symbol appeared in front of Yang Hao's eyes.

In a burst of cheers, the black star flashed, and the figure of the white boss floated in.

"Look at it! I've succeeded Boss Bai!"

"I'll just say it, it's not that hard!"

With a hook of his fingers, the rune paper in Yang Hao's hand fell into Boss Bai's hand.

After carefully studying for a while, Boss Bai said lightly.

"Indeed, it has successfully condensed a fire sealing spell!"

"However, the drawing skills are a little worse, and some of the positions are too barely connected!"

"The power of this spell will be used by you at most to exert three layers of effect!"

Boss Bai poured a basin of cold water directly on Yang Hao's heart.

Looking at Yang Hao's penance in the past few days, Boss Bai's heart softened, and he smiled at Yang Hao.

"Alright!

Stretching out his hand, Boss Bai's eyes narrowed, and a pale yellow rune core was condensed in his hand, and the core was gently submerged into the rune paper, and a first-order flame talisman was born.

"No! This is a first-order flame talisman, which is a reward for you!"

"Am I a runemaster, then?"

"! Where is this! Let's wait until you can open up the Divine Consciousness Palace and be able to condense the core independently!"

"You're a rune apprentice at best!

"You ambitious boy!"

Just when Yang Hao was overjoyed that he had drawn a spell, it was not an exaggeration to describe the situation of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group as a desperate situation.

Above the hall, Su Lie looked at a group of seriously injured subordinates in the audience, and said with a furrowed brow.

"Did you see clearly? Did the Lions really hurt you?"

A few people in the audience glanced at each other, and finally one person said angrily.

"Commander, yes, although those people are raw, I'm sure it's the lion gang, I see the lion emblem on their chests!"

Su Lie clenched his fists, and the murderous aura on his body surged towards the table.

"Boom!" the table was reduced to a cloud of debris.

"It seems that the lion's people are becoming more and more unruly!"

"It's not just that, big brother!"

"Now all the medical halls in the Southern Imperial City do not accept the treatment of the injured members of our Wild Wolf Regiment, and even the weapon shop will not sell us a short sword!"

"And since that day, no one or force has dared to deal with us!"

Susan looked at Su Lie on the high platform with a worried face.

"Is that the first-order runemaster?"

Su Lie is not stupid, judging from the current situation, the only person who can do such a thing is the rune master named Kazama.

With all the strange methods of the rune master, he really has enough ability to completely unite the other forces in the Southern Imperial City to isolate the wild wolves.

"If! we can get a runemaster too!"

A young mercenary in the audience spoke.

Gently rubbing his palms, Su Lie looked at the sky, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But this is just his own whimsical idea, how could those people casually help a small mercenary group.

"It seems that we have no way out!" Su Lie calmly threw out such a sentence.

Everyone present knew how much gore was hidden under such a calm word.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"I'm sorry! Excuse me! You need a rune master like this!"

Looking in a certain direction along the sound, a young figure stood outside the door holding a strange rune paper, this person was naturally Yang Hao.

Coincidentally, a ray of sunlight shone on Yang Hao's body impartially, and the whole person was wrapped in sunlight as if a god had descended to earth.

Looking at the rune paper in Yang Hao's hand, everyone rubbed their eye frames, and the whole scene fell into silence.