Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Around ten o'clock at night, the third district of the abyss city.

In the spacious underground tavern, the heads are surging, the reddish-brown stone walls are surrounded by patches of verdant green vegetation and vines, and occasionally there are small pure white flowers dotted with jade flowers against the sky blue bonfire in the wall. The environment is almost magnificent.

The young man was dressed in decent overalls with black on the outside and white on the inside. He was standing in the middle of the bar and wiping a crystal glass that was already very clean.

On the front side of the bar, there is a strong man with a thick beard so that he can barely see his face. This guy who is almost the same height as the cross section climbs up a chair that is too high for him, and then waved his muscular arms. Yelling for beer.

"Boy Earth, give me your best beer, or I'll screw off your little head, hum ha ha ha."

Zhu Peng put down the crystal glass in his hand, picked up a clumsy wooden wine jar and poured golden yellow fragrant liquor into it, then pushed it to the dwarf's hand.

But I'm not afraid that they can't afford copper coins... The dwarf race itself is a high-priced slave, and the dissecting tables of countless wizards have reserved places for this kind of sub-human with strong vitality.

On the pub stage not far away, there are many musicians in suits and leather shoes playing music.

As if the stars are holding the moon, a bright silver girl with long shaved shoulders, white and transparent skin, and a delicate and beautiful face that has almost exceeded the limit of human beings, holding a dark microphone in both hands, closing her eyes and singing softly:

"The prosperous sound escaped into the empty door, breaking the world."

"The dream is cold, but how many copies of the love debt?"

"If you acquiesce, wait for life and death."

"Wait for the annual rings one after another."

"The Buddha Tower broke several floors, and whose soul was broken."

"The pain went straight to a remnant lamp, the collapsed mountain gate."

"Let me wait, history turns around and waits for the mellow wine to wait for you to play a guzheng."

"It rains, and the old hometown is deep."

"I heard that you are always alone."

"The mottled city gate is entwined with the roots of old trees."

"What's falling back on the old days is, wait."

"It rains, and the old hometown is deep."

"I heard that you still guard the lonely city."

"The sound of herding flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that Nomura."

"The roots of fate are...we."

The melody is beautiful, smooth and gorgeous. Close your eyes and sing softly the feelings of pregnancy in the girl's song. If you say that when the performance just started, most of the alcoholics in the tavern were greedily watching the beautiful beauty of the silver girl.

Then, when the tune of "Fireworks is easy to be cold" is fully unfolded, when the girl sings softly with a voice that seems to go straight into the soul of the listener.

In a very short period of time, almost everyone in the entire tavern was drawn into a song mood that was extremely sad but also extremely beautiful.

"Listening to the laughter of youth greets many people with envy, the history books are gentle and unwilling, and writing is too ruthless."

"Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to divide, and you are asking if I am still serious?"

"Thousands of years later, who is waiting for the love of the world?"

"How can that history be untrue, Wei Shu Luoyang City."

"If you are following, pass the door in the previous life. Follow Hong Chen, follow me, wandering for life."

With the melody of the song, with the swift baton of the highest conductor of the band, the whole song gradually came to an end, and it was also the highest peak.

"It rains, and the old hometown is deep."

"I heard that you are always alone. The mottled city gate is entrenched by the roots of the old tree."

"What reverberates on the slate is, wait."

"It rains, and the old hometown is deep."

"I heard that you still guard the lonely city."

"The sound of herding flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that Nomura."

"The roots of fate are...we."

"The roots of fate are...we."

"Garan Temple listens to the rain and looks forward to eternity."

After a song, both the singers on the stage or the guests in the tavern, almost all of them were immersed in the singing for dozens of seconds before they gradually became awake. At this time, the surrounding alcoholic guests were charmed by the artistic conception of the song. Many people stood up and approached the stage from the ground. They or they were frantically shouting for the silver girl to sing again.

However, the silver-colored girl opened her eyes, revealing her gorgeous burgundy eyes, then glanced at the crowd so indifferently, then bowed coldly and stepped back.

At this moment, the excited drinkers around the stage did not dare to stop loudly, just because the girl just bowed and fell for a long time, revealing a pair of pointed ears on both sides of her pretty face. Such distinctive ethnic characteristics are straightforward. It shows the girl's superior and powerful lineage that is almost unattainable.

Noble enough to make the blood aroused by drinks and songs, like ice water poured into the point of cooling.

The elves, a natural white and rich race.

The Tongtian Witch Tower is rated as an excellent race of bronze bloodlines, and its bloodline potential is far more powerful than the dark iron bloodline of the dwarf race. The bloodline of the nearly natural spellcaster is not weak in melee combat in the legend, and the race is rich in marksman. Crossbow sniper.

All in all, this is a natural nobleman who can't be lightly insulted. For most of the alcoholics present, it is already three lives fortunate to hear a song of the spirits, enough for them to brag for a long time.

"It's so nice, I felt my soul was pulled in."

"Yeah. It feels like a succubus charm spell. If the person who just sang was not an elf girl, I must have thought that I was hit by some mental spell." Although I can no longer listen to the gorgeous dreamlike elf. The song is a bit regretful.

But the light singing of the silver girl is enough for them to talk all night.

At midnight, the performance of the Elf Showgirl was over.

At this time, on the three-dimensional crystal hanging wall of the bar, following the hot atmosphere before, a large-scale epic documentary on the theme of wizards: "The King of Kings" began.

Inside the screen, the black and red hellfire seemed to show up to the audience in the bar.

Then there was a very young man with fair skin, golden eyes and black eyes, but he stepped out with very deep eyes. He seemed to have a cynical smile on the corners of his mouth, and walked towards a huge head. Three ferocious dragons like mountains.

"Kasa, you turned your back on the darkness, the will of the abyss will eventually swallow your soul and exile it forever."

"As a devil, you offer loyalty to a certain existence. No wonder you, as the ancestor of the fallen three-headed golden dragon, haven't made any progress for thousands of years... The devil, only loyal to yourself."

The man who plays the Witch King Casa on the screen is a famous American Hollywood star before the abyss. At this time, he was wearing black cosmetic contact lenses, and his body was burning with remarkable and beautiful purple flames. He chuckled and whispered in a cold manner. Vaguely, there was a little bit of the wanton and madness of the wizard emperor against the abyssal dragon king a year ago.

Of course, no one saw the real process of that war.

The real situation is that the Demon Dragon King has come over, and the wizard king Casar the Great walked out of the battle, sealed it half-dead, and may have cut some eye-catching materials and went home. On the whole, it was the process.

In fact, how can there be more than a hundred episodes with ups and downs and exciting plot content.

Fortunately, it describes the works of art of almost god-like figures in the wizarding world. It is understandable that there are some processing elements, and the main line of the story has not changed much.

After a "hard fight" on the hanging wall screen, Kasa finally made the Three Devil Dragon sacrifices into a huge dark energy source in line with historical facts. If the Devil Dragon King's terrifying energy accumulated for millions of years is really exploded , The wizard emperor's deity may be nothing, but the entire wizards below the fifth level of the Tongtian Witch Tower must die. That's it, or because of the powerful witch formation defense guardian of the Tongtian Tower itself ~ www.readwn.com~ For some reason, the corner of the powerful wizard emperor's mouth evokes an inexplicable cold smile.

"Ten thousand years of friendship, I can't bear to obliterate your existence directly. Realize it into the five realms of the dark world. If no one of my younger generations can break the world stone and really kill you within a hundred years, then What if I let you make a living in a hundred years?"

"How can I... trust you? You dare to betray the will of the abyss."

"You can only trust me, otherwise you won't even have the chance to escape a hundred years later. The strong have the qualifications to tear the contract, and the weak, either abide by or have nothing, you are the weak now."

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