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 wears decent work clothes with black on the outside and white on the inside. He stands in the middle of the bar and wipes a crystal glass that is 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 it into the golden fragrant wine pulp, and then pushed it to the dwarf.

　　 But I'm not afraid that this boy can't afford the 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 girl with long bright silver hair shaved her shoulders, her skin white and transparent, and her delicate and beautiful face almost surpassed the limit of human beings, holding a dark microphone in her hands, closing her eyes and singing softly:

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

　　 "How many copies of the love debts of a lifetime of dreams have gone cold?"

　　 "If you acquiesce, life and death will die."

　　 "Waiting for the annual rings one after another."

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

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

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

　　 "The rain is plentiful, and the old hometown is deep with vegetation."

　　 "I heard that you are always alone."

　　 "The mottled gates are entwined with the roots of old trees."

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

　　 "The rain is plentiful, and the old hometown is deep with vegetation."

　　 "I heard that you are still guarding the isolated 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 alcoholics in the tavern were greedily watching the otherworldly beauty of the silver-haired girl.

　　 Then, when the tune of "Fireworks is easy to cold" is fully spread out, 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 and beautiful at the same time.

　　 "Listening to the laughter of youth welcomes many people, I envy many people. The history books are gentle and unwilling, and writing is too harsh."

　　 "Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate, and you are asking me if I am 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 the red dust, follow me, wandering for a lifetime."

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

　　 "The rain is plentiful, and the old hometown is deep with vegetation."

　　 "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."

　　 "The rain is plentiful, and the old hometown is deep with vegetation."

　　 "I heard that you are still guarding the isolated 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."

　　 "The 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 voluntarily, and they or they frantically shouted for the silver-haired girl to sing another song.

　　 However, the girl with loose silver hair 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 speaking, because the girl just bowed and her hair fell instantly, revealing a pair of pointed ears on both sides of her pretty face, such distinctive ethnic characteristics. It directly shows the girl's superior and powerful lineage that is almost unattainable.

　　 Noble enough to make the blood stirred by drinks and songs cool down like ice water.

　　 Elves, a natural white and rich race.

The Tongtian Witch Tower is rated as an excellent race of bronze bloodlines. 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 never be underestimated. For most of the alcoholics present, it is already a blessing for Sansheng to hear an elf song, 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-haired girl is enough for them to talk about all night.

　　 At midnight, the performance of the Elf Showgirl had already ended.

　　 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, blond hair and black eyes, but he stepped out with very deep eyes. He seemed to have a cynical smile at the corners of his mouth, and walked towards a huge head. Three ferocious dragons like mountains.

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

　　 "As a devil, you have offered loyalty to a certain existence. No wonder you, as the ancestor of the fallen three-headed golden dragon, have not made much progress in thousands of years... The devil, only loyal to yourself."

　　 The man who performed the Witch King Casa on the screen was a famous American Hollywood star before the abyss. At this time, he was wearing black cosmetic contact lenses. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was burning with a remarkable and beautiful purple flame. He chuckled and whispered in a cold manner. Vaguely, there was a bit of wanton the wizard emperor against the abyssal dragon king a year ago. And madness.

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

　　 The real situation is that the Demon Dragon King has come, and the wizard King Casa The Great walked out of the battle, sealed it half-dead, and may have cut off some attractive materials and went home. On the whole, it was such a process.

　　 Actually speaking, 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 is a little processing element, and the main line of the story has not changed much.

After a "hard battle" on the hanging wall screen, Kasa finally made the three dragons sacrifices into a huge dark energy source in line with historical facts. If the dragon king's terrible energy accumulated for millions of years is really exploded Open, the wizard emperor's deity may have nothing to do, but all wizards below the fifth level of the Tongtian Witch Tower must die. That's all because of the powerful witch formation defense guard of the Tongtian Tower itself.

　　 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 there will be no chance of escape in a hundred years. The strong have the qualification to tear the contract, and the weak, either comply or have nothing, you are the weak now."