I, Who Wields A Hammer, Am Really A Mage!

The last step of the running plan is to leave.

Wang Zibin, who finished changing his costume, went straight to Xiaojing and squatted down with his back to Xiaojing.

At the mouth of the small well, there are two semi-rings with strange shapes, like straps.

Wang Zibin put his hands through the half ring, making a shape like carrying Xiaojing on his back.

Then, he took a last look at Wang Zibin in the room, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

In his mind, Wang Zibin took off the [Multiplier] from the talent slot and replaced it with a new spell:

[Leaving home! 】

[Leaving Home] After loading, the mana in Wang Zibin's body was instantly emptied.

Accompanied by a strange wave, Wang Zibin disappeared into the room in an instant!

Idiom, leaving home: it means leaving home to go to another place.

Spell [Leaving Home]: Space-based magic, leaving home with a well on your back, and teleporting in a certain direction!

Note: The precondition of this spell is to be behind the well, and the teleportation location cannot be determined.

The moment Wang Zibin disappeared, the white-haired old black mage on the top floor of the Tower of the Past frowned:

Space magic? !

Immediately, he was ready to follow the remaining spatial magic fluctuations to investigate.

But the white-haired old man, the black mage, only took half a step, then retreated, gave up the pursuit, and said to the magic mirror:

"Play back the screen of this space magic."

In the next second, the whole picture of Wang Zibin walking into the room, changing clothes, coming to the small well and activating [Leaving Home] appeared in the magic mirror.

"So you left on your own initiative? Interesting little guy."

The white-haired old man black mage stroked his beard and said to himself:

"Forget it, since you don't like the script I arranged, then go chase your dreams..."

"Anyway, as long as you say the name of Besque Island, no big force should move you..."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man Black Mage shook his head, turned and entered a laboratory.

In the laboratory, a sixteen-winged angel was being suspended in mid-air, and the spell chains passed through the angel's body, causing him torment.

The sixteen-winged angel, equivalent to the existence of an eighth-order magister, was imprisoned here directly!

As soon as the angel saw the white-haired old man and the black mage walking in, he immediately cried out full of fear:

"My lord! Please spare me, I really didn't know that was your disciple!"

"Forgive me, I am willing to be your servant..."

The white-haired old man black mage looked at the begging angel indifferently, and said coldly:

"Forgive you? Why didn't you want to spare him when you shot at my third-rank disciple?!"

It turned out that the dead predecessor, the future tower master, died at the hands of this sixteen-winged angel.

Hearing the words of the white-haired old man, the black mage, the angel who realized that the begging for mercy was ineffective, changed his face, and said fiercely:

"I'm an angel, if you kill me, you, and even the entire island, will be bloodbathed by the angel clan!"

"Hahahaha~" The white-haired old man Black Mage immediately let out a big laugh:

"Don't say it's you, your king dare not say this to me!"

After all, the white-haired old man black mage waved his hand and sealed the angel's body, preventing him from opening his mouth.

Obviously, the white-haired old man, the black mage, didn't want to talk nonsense with the angel, but picked up the knife, and began to dissect his body under the angel's terrified eyes.

For the white-haired old black mage, killing the angel directly was a gift to him.

If Wang Zibin sees all of this here, his eyes will be filled with golden light:

Isn't this super thighs? And it's extremely short-sighted.

However, Wang Zibin, who has left Basque Island, is destined to miss something.

Halfway through the dissection, the white-haired old man, the Black Mage, suddenly paused, and murmured to himself inexplicably:

"Huh? I seem to have forgotten something?"

After thinking to no avail, he finally shook his head and focused on torturing, ah no, it was the dissecting angel.

If the middle-aged black mage were here, he would definitely point out:

"Teacher, you didn't tell Wang Zibin that we are really good..."

Indeed, although in the mind of the white-haired old man and the black mage, after Wang Zibin left, he could rely on his identity of being from Besque Island outside, not to mention running amok, but he could not be bullied.

But in fact, Wang Zibin didn't know from the beginning to the end, the true strength of Besque Island where he was, let alone the identity of his future tower master, which has a place at the top level of the world.

After completing the dissection, the white-haired old man, the black mage, stepped forward and came to another room through space magic.

In the room, lying there was Li Xiaohu who was almost burnt to death by Wang Zibin.

He is now covered in burns and barely human.

Looking at Li Xiaohu, the white-haired old man Hei Mage flashed his eyes and arranged a new "script".

"Did you succeed in revenge or become a stepping stone? This is really an interesting thing..."

From the practice of the white-haired old man Black Mage, it is not difficult to see that his idea is to arrange everyone's "script", and finally wait for the "performance", that is, the result.

This is the unscrupulous black mage who pays attention to results!

...

Eighteen years ago, I left my hometown!

The Fertile Plain, the borderland of the Starry Empire, and the White Star City.

A hundred miles away from White Star City, the burly Dean twisted off the head of the last robber with a gloomy expression.

Beside Dean, lay the corpses of a dozen robbers, all of whom were obviously made by Dean.

After killing the group of robbers, Dean still looked bad.

Today was the day when he came to pick up his nephew outside the city. He never expected that his nephew would be killed by these bandits, disrupting his plan.

Of course, the so-called nephew is just a means to cover up Dean's identity.

Dean, as a pawn placed by the Haori Empire in Baixing City, just needs the existence of a "nephew" to cover up his special behavior of living alone for many years and reduce attention.

It's a pity that when this nephew was about to arrive in Baixing City, he was murdered by robbers blocking the way.

"Idiot, don't take the big road, why take the small road!"

After Dean scolded the "nephew" who died in the distance, he got on his horse helplessly and rushed to Baixing City.

The matter has already happened, he is going to return to White Star City first, and then take other methods to cover up his identity.

But after only a few miles, Dean stopped the horse because he saw a teenager lying on the side of the road.

Dean looked around, then came to the boy and checked:

Clothes of common people, no trace of cultivation strength, weak body...

No matter how Dean looked at it, he felt that this was his "new nephew"...

Without any hesitation, Dean put the boy on the horse and continued towards White Star City...

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