late at night.
White Rock City, in the slums.
A dilapidated courtyard made of old damp wooden boards and broken stones stood in a corner without any sense of existence.
Almost no one knows when this courtyard was established. No one comes in or out usually. In addition, people in the slums are not keen on inquiring into the privacy of their neighbors. This is a major principle to ensure their own safety. Therefore, the courtyard has always been lonely and lonely. It existed peacefully for several years.
On this night, the continued peace was broken.
"Bang, bang, bang! Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The knock on the door came from the crooked wooden door of the courtyard. The wooden door kept shaking, as if the person knocking on the door would fall down if he exerted force.
No one answered in the courtyard for a long time, and the knocking on the door continued very patiently.
"Bang, bang, bang! Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
After a long while, footsteps finally sounded. A stooped old man walked out of a shabby room in the courtyard and asked angrily in an old voice: "Who is it? It's very rude to knock on someone's door in the middle of the night." ?"
As he spoke, the old man walked to the door and was about to open the door. But just as he stretched his hand towards the door, he suddenly felt something. He stopped and then slowly backed away the next moment.
At this time, the wooden door fell inward with a "bang" and hit the ground heavily. A man as tall as a black iron tower stepped on the door and walked into the courtyard, looking at the old man with naked eyes.
The old man's expression became a little wary, and he watched the man from the Black Iron Tower continue to retreat. At this time, from the direction behind him, a figure came over from the low courtyard wall, and fell to the ground as lightly as if it was weightless. He was a skinny man who looked extremely ugly. His nose seemed to have been punched, and it was as soft as snot sticking to his face. It was extremely disgusting.
The old man had a solemn expression and did not open his eyes behind his back. However, he noticed the appearance of the ugly man. He stopped and looked quickly to the left.
The air on the left became distorted, and the silent Somen appeared.
The old man looked to the right again.
On the right, a burst of green smoke dissipated, and Mu Keni appeared with a smile on her face.
"call-"
The old man took a deep breath, his eyes changed, and became a little cold. His rickety body stood upright, showing a bit of majesty. Powerful and solid aura spurted out from his body, pressing against the four Suomen who surrounded him, but they were immediately blocked.
Because Suomen and the other four people all burst out with momentum that was not weaker than the old man.
"Well-"
The ravine-like wrinkles on the old man's forehead sunk deeply, turning into an abyss. He narrowed his eyes to a slit, looked at the four Suomen, and said slowly: "Four second-level wizards? Tsk, that's enough. You look up to an old man like me."
"Master Bilas, your status is completely worthy of our respect." A voice sounded, and a somewhat slovenly man with bloodshot eyes walked out of the old man's room - I don't know when he walked in. , wearing a greasy blue aristocratic dress, it was Gibran.
Gibran walked out of the room, holding a papyrus scroll in his hand. He glanced at it a few times. A ball of flame emerged, quickly burning the papyrus scroll to ashes.
The old man's eyes became a bit sharp, but he still said calmly: "The fifth level two wizard? It seems that I am valued more than I thought."
"That's right, Master Bilas." Gibran said to the old man, "Maybe others don't know your details, but we know it very well - you are the oldest person in the entire White Stone Tower, the Frankish Kingdom... No, it should be the entire east coast. One of the people. To be precise, your age ranks among the top ten on the East Coast.
Therefore, maybe your ability is not the strongest in White Rock City, but it must be the most difficult to deal with. You have lived too long, so you have too many cards. No one can guarantee that they can easily take you down. Considering this, I would rather deal with the White Stone Tower than deal with you last night.
But today, two of my men arrived in time. Counting me, there are five of them, and then they came to see you and solve your trouble. "
"Who are you?" the old man asked, quickly guessing, "Golden Beetle people? No, they have been destroyed by me, there is no way anyone can take revenge.
A person with many eyes? That's not right, they are just a group of liars who are pretending to be gods. They don't even have the weakest first-level low-level wizards. How can they have such power as you? Besides, they were also destroyed by me.
So you are from Zombie Town? It’s still wrong. If you are from Zombie Town, I can smell your stench from a few miles away, then... "
The old man kept guessing that he had lived long enough, experienced enough things, and caused enough troubles. For a while, he was unable to accurately guess the identities of Gibran and his party.
Seeing the old man's guess, Gibran smiled, blinked his bloodshot eyes, and said loudly: "Master Bilas, please stop guessing. It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you die in our hands. "
"Ha!" Bilas sneered, "Are you so confident that you can kill me? Just with you... five second-level wizards? Yes, my current level is only a second-level wizard. I am too old, old I can't even maintain my realm.
But I want to tell you that level two wizards are different from level two wizards. As a saying goes, the difference between people is greater than the perception between people and dogs. You bunch of crazy dogs who came to my door, do you really think you are my opponent? "
"Master Bilas, please explain." Gibran raised his hand, "Actually, there are not five second-level wizards, but four second-level wizards. And I, well, although I am currently a second-level wizard, using some means, But it can temporarily reach the level of a third-level wizard."
"So?" The old man's face was still filled with disdain and coldness. "In my eyes, the third-level wizard who has made a temporary breakthrough is no different from the second-level wizard. If you make a temporary breakthrough, can you master the third-level wizard in an instant? Can the spells that can only be released by wizards really bring out the abilities of a third-level wizard?"
"Actually, it's possible." Gibran said slowly, "Although the points required for third-level spells are indeed quite a lot, but... I also redeemed a few. Maybe I won't be able to cast spells as proficiently as a real third-level wizard, but It’s not far behind, how about... you give it a try?”
"You!" The old man's eyes shrank, and the next moment he saw a miniature sun emerging from Gibran's raised hand.
"Damn it!" the old man shouted, his magic power surged, and he shot with all his strength. Many black lights attacked Gibran.
The people surrounding him in four directions launched a counterattack without any politeness.
"Gudong!"
Gibran took the time bought by his men and swallowed the miniature sun born in his hand. The strength of a third-level wizard burst out from his whole body. He stepped on it and hit the old man Bilas directly with his body. During the impact, his body was shocked by the naked eye. Visible rate of crystallization.
Transformation-type structural spells·Three-ring low-level·Eternal crystal body!
The battle reaches its peak in an instant!
"Boom!"
…
"Boom!"
Not far from the slum, Alex was sleeping beautifully on the bed in the wooden building room, holding the soft body of a mature woman in his arms. A sudden strong vibration came and woke him up.
Alex sat up from the bed, blinked his eyes, and shouted in panic: "Earth...earthquake?! Earthquake!"
Soon enough, Alex's soft body bounced up in his arms, hugged Alex's more than 200 kilogram body, wrapped the quilt around him, and ran out quickly.
Alex didn't react at all to this, and when he did, he was already being carried and running downstairs. Alex shouted: "Mrs. Amanda, slow down, my money box, my money box..."
The man who was running with Alex in his arms seemed not to have heard anything. He ran downstairs in one breath, threw Alex to the ground unbearably, and then asked: "Little Alex... Huh... What did you just say?"
"I said my..."
Just when Alex was halfway through speaking, he saw the wooden building that had been in disrepair for a long time. Under the impact of the strong air waves, it collapsed with a "crash". The entire wooden building became flat ground and dust was everywhere. It was so spectacular.
"What did you say?"
the woman asked.
"I said... Gudong" Alex swallowed, "I didn't say anything."
"profound… "
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