Versatile Mage

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At noon, the sun was shining, and a man in silver leather walked slowly into the Lancang Mountain. When he passed through a butterfly forest, there was a group of tourists around. They were listening to a nurse. The garden mages explain the purpose of these special flowers.

Suddenly, the silver-leather man stopped, and his eyes gazed at a light-coloured solitary flower that was fenced in front of him, with some light in his deep eyes.

"Sir, you can't step in. This silk flower is a magical flower that we focus on here. It can regulate the rain and dew of this blue mountain. In the rainy season, she will save the rain in the soil. In the dry season, it will moisturize the water in the stock. The butterflies that fly around you are the companion creatures of the flowers. If you are close, they will be hostile to you." The teenager said very politely to the silver-leather man.

"I didn't think of it, you have planted one here, the quality is still so superior!" Silver leather stared at the silk flower.

"The original gentleman knows how to spend flowers, isn't it? This silk flower was moved from the Grand Canyon of Verdun by a Master named Shival. The wizard finally lost his life. The poison of the poison of the Grand Canyon of Erden... Without this Verdun flower, there is no such a vibrant scene as the Lancang Mountain. It can be said that this Lancang Mountain blooms under the life of Master Xival Master. The nursing boy was very serious and he could see that he admired the magician called Sival.

"Really, such a rare flower, placed here for people to watch and use to maintain a Jingshan, is a bit wasteful." Silver leather man said.

"Waste is not enough. Master Sival always hopes that people can appreciate the good things of nature, so that they can eliminate the resentment and suffocation in their hearts. The relationship between people will become like these. The friendly butterflies are the same, so we have these talents carrying his last wish, here to protect the Lancang Mountain. Today, countless tourists come to us from different countries every year to see, I think Verdun’s flowers The value is fully reflected, and the Master of Westvall can hear our praise to him in heaven." The maintenance of the teenager's face showed a bit of pride.

"It's really interesting. Is this still a flower that can make the world peaceful?" said the silver-leather man.

"We are expecting this way," said the conservation boy.

"You said that it can eliminate the resentment and suffocation in the human heart, but I don't change it now. Don't do that boring dream." The silver-leather man sneered at the boy, and he strode after a cold sigh. Forward, directly crossed the fence of protection.

"Sir, please don't do this!" The nurse teenager exclaimed.

Stepping into the soil, the silver-leather man did not follow any rules here. Not only did he directly smother the flowers and plants around him, but he walked straight to the big flower of the trumpet flower.

At this time, the butterflies that had been around the tourists reacted. They fanned their wings and gathered together to rush toward the silver-leather man. The number of these butterflies was very large, and they were soon in silver-leather men. A small butterfly whirlwind formed around it, and some pollen with hypnosis and stimulating effect fell.

"A group of insignificant things!" Silver leather man said disdainfully.

When the hand rose, the cold air came down, and the frost with a strong freezing force fell. After touching the butterfly group, the weak butterflies became ice specimens, one by one. on the ground.

Soon, all the butterflies were frozen and the maintenance teenagers on the side looked stunned.

These butterflies are rare species that they have worked hard to maintain. Some of them even survived only in the whole of Europe, and they were killed by this person! !

"Oh, the Blue Mountain is protected by the laws of the Greek Magic Society. Please stop it immediately, otherwise I will have the right to sanction you according to the Athens Magic Association!" At this time, the garden mage who explained the tourists quickly rushed. Come over and anger the silver-leather man.

"Sanctions? Hahahaha, I remember three years ago, a sacramental monk in the Holy See seems to have said this to me. Now his poor family is still immersed in the pain of losing him, little mage, you Are you sure you want to sanction me? You know who I am!!" The silver-leather man laughed.

"The sacred sect...the sect of the sect??" The garden mage was stunned.

How powerful is the sacred mage, and compared with his degraded garden mage, it is completely the difference between a dragon and a small lizard, and this person actually said that he killed the sect of the sect! !

"I am only interested in this flower. Thank you for taking care of it for so many years. I will accept it today... I will also thank you for the dead Xiwal." The silver-leather man laughed and took it easy. I picked up the incredibly rare Verdun silk flower.

After putting Verdun's flowers, the silver-leather man seemed to be in a good mood, and with a smile he continued to go higher in the mountains.

"Stand up, I don't care who you are, you... you are a villain now, I will never let you take it away!" The maintenance boy rushed up at this time, his face angry.

"Don't you see it? The middle-aged mage didn't even have the courage to shoot me. You just had to wake up for a long time. The little rookie can't really think that he can stop me... Ah, little guy, Sival Who are you, you just said, "The silver-leather man said."

"He is my father! Let me put down the flowers!" said the young boy.

"Ah, your father should miss you very much. I will send you to see him, so that he will not be so struggling to listen to our praise on the floor of heaven. You can tell him personally..." The silver-leather man opened The mouth smiled, his hand was lifted again, and the terrible Lingshuang fell again.

"Babaro, don't be stupid, leave!" the garden mage shouted.

"I can't let him take Verdun's flowers!!" The young Babaro was angry.

For him, Verdun's silk flower is the soul of his father, no one can take it away!

The silver-leather man smiled even more terrible. He looked at the unyielding boy who had never died. He had a bit of majesty and indifference in his eyes: "Forgot to tell you, my name is Basha, there should be a lot of people in heaven who I personally sent. Also take me greetings to them!"