Versatile Mage

"Good, Mu Bai!" Zhao Kun three jumped out of a corner, full of excitement.

"It’s terrible, I feel that I will not believe anyone in my life."

Mo Fan took a long breath and glanced at the green tea... Oh, Mu Bai.

Thanks to this magical second generation, there is no such extravagant magical tool. I don’t know how many talents to die to kill this Baiyang instructor.

"Is everyone else okay?" Xue Musheng asked.

The students who have been hiding around have gathered together. Only Zhang Xiaohou is still standing on the edge of the fence.

The battle was over, and He Yu’s blood was left dry. Looking at the red blood of the carpet, the sadness and dignity once again shrouded everyone.

"Monkey, let's go." Mo Fan went to Zhang Xiaohou, but he did not know what to use to comfort him.

Zhang Xiaohou saw Mo Fan, and his emotions seemed to collapse completely. The tears rushed out.

"Fan Ge, I want to become stronger..." Zhang Xiaohou desperately wiped his tears, almost swearing a swearing oath, "I must, must become stronger!!!"

Zhang Xiaohou's unforgettable words echoed in his ears, but Mo Fan was somewhat stunned.

Look at this little partner who is always like a silly brother...

At this moment, he cried like a child, but the baptism of the heart under the hot blood grew up!

Yes, only by becoming stronger can you protect the people around you.

......

Passing through the bridge, the light curtain barrier like the city wall has been printed.

The rest of the eight tired cheeks finally squeezed a smile, this time they clearly saw the magician wearing the Magic Association logo guarding there.

This three-kilometer road is much longer than what they had experienced in the past seventeen years, and they arrived anyway.

"The big troops are now one and a half kilometers away from us. I hope they can also arrive here safely." Xue Musheng looked back and looked behind him.

Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoxuan, Wang Sanpeng, Zhang Shuhua and others all nodded. They have already fulfilled their duties as a pioneer team. They have experienced such life and death and danger. They sincerely hope that the troops will arrive smoothly. They no longer want to see the blood again. Dripping.

"Which is Mofan?" A man with a military logo on his chest walked in front of everyone and asked.

"I am." Mofan looked up, sweating, he was also very tired.

"Come here, the leader will see you," the man said.

Mofan nodded and followed the men of the Magic Association’s military to a watchtower that was temporarily built through earth magic.

The watchtower is very tall, and it has been going up the winding staircase for a long time before finally reaching the top.

At the top of the top is an empty gazebo, where the hurricane from the heights is poured into it, and the cheeks are a little bit painful.

The observatory had no edge on the guardrail, and a man in a blue military trench coat stood with his hand on his hand, and his unruly hair fluttered in the wind.

The men’s left and right hands stood in a row of military mage who were also wearing cyan windbreakers. Their windbreakers were raised high, and their tall and straight bodies stood on the edge of the observatory but they were still moving, and they were free to be proud of their sculptures. It is generally standing there, and the leader in the middle of the sky has a more awe-inspiring temperament, which is completely different from the general instructor who Mofan has seen in the past.

A row of ten military mages, including the skeleton leader, the smell of no one is very strong, I am afraid at least the middle magician!

They are looking far away, their eyes are like a sword pointing directly at the dome of the silver trade building, the culprit of the entire Bocheng disaster - the demon leader winged wolf!

"The leader, Mo Fan arrived." The man took a military ceremony and slowly retired.

The hollow did not turn around, and the entire observatory was silent for a moment.

"I am very happy to see you alive." The short-selling words did not look like the usual ones, and even said that the words happy are not mixed with feelings.

At this time, the hollowing out is not the chief instructor who Mofan knows. Perhaps this is his true face, majesty, cold and proud!

"Do you know what I want to do when I see you?" Mo Fan asked.

"The girl who covers her face is a slap in the face. Baiyang is a member of the Black Holy See. It really surprised me all. Fortunately, you doubted his heart and saved his life." said the hollow.

Their shorts have been learned through the rewards of their men. The short-selling is indeed quite unexpected. Even their military departments have not been aware of the sinister intentions of Baiyang, the military mage. Why does Mo Fan doubt his heart?

"You have some introspection. When we first went to the cave where the Baiyang instructor guarded, I saw that the water in the Yamaguchi spring pool obviously showed signs of drinking. There was more than one. Afterwards, I also asked the white instructor if he There are other summoned beasts, and he replies yes."

"With the help of such a marginal thing, do you think he has a problem?"

"The innocent madness of the sorcerer beast is also a problem. In fact, I am not willing to believe that the white instructor is a spy, and can not be completely sure. I just left a heart, who knows that he really started to us," Mo Fan said.

Mo Fan actually has only a few doubts. If he is very convinced that he has a problem, he will surely warn the people around him when he sees the Baiyang instructor. Moreover, Mo Fan did not consider the appearance of the demon.

"So what about the holy spring?" The hollow did not talk about the spies again, and turned back to this most important issue.

"Thirsty, drink it," Mofan replied in an understatement.

Standing on the edge of the observatory, the foot of the air was slipping and slamming, and the majestic tyrants that had just been created just disappeared.

Turned around and looked straight at Mofan.

Nima, play with Laozi, is your local holy spring used to quench your thirst when the farmer’s spring is dry, but that’s the true essence of the entire Bocheng for thousands of years, even if it’s now because of the changes in the years. The ancient times are so magical, but in the whole country, it is definitely the magic treasure that the magician dreams of, and it is directly by this kid... drinking directly from the water? ?

"Now is not a joke." The look of the hollow is serious, and Mofan said.