Count of Wizards

　　 Just a breath, White felt the terrifying power of the high-level meditation talent magic, and the black arrogance attached to him immediately began to burn.

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　　White let out a tragic scream and collapsed to the ground. He waved his palm to extinguish the terrifying black arrogance on his body, but his arm seemed to be rusty and his movements were extremely slow.

Connor was a little surprised watching the arbiter rolling back and forth on the ground trying to extinguish the black arrogance. Things went much smoother than he thought. An arbiter from the Church of the Storm seemed to be dying tragically in his own hands. There were some surprises, but Connor was not polite. He was driven by a thought, and the shadow chain shot again at the struggling arbiter on the ground.

However, at this moment, when Connor, who thought he had a chance to win, was somewhat relaxed, the dying White who had been burned by the black arrogance looked at the black wizard in front of him, and a bitter cold light appeared in his eyes. He struggled with it. With his last bit of strength in the world, he drew a revolver from his gray arbiter cloak, aimed it at Connor's chest, and buckled the trigger!

　　 "Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a silver bullet passed through the air and hit Connor's left chest.

　　 At this moment, the Greenwood badge that Connor was wearing instantly burst into a mask, covering Connor in it, but this mask did not stop the silver bullet from advancing in the slightest.

　　 Connor trembled all over, he lowered his head in disbelief, the blood spattered from his left chest, and then fell softly to the ground.

"Didididi!!! Urgent! Urgent! The subject has been shot and needs immediate first aid, otherwise three minutes later, the subject will suffer from shock and death due to excessive blood loss!" The auxiliary chip was given in Connor's mind. The alarm, at this moment, its female voice is still so cold.

　　 "Dogday, gutter sailboat!"

　　 Although the body was shot and the chest was bleeding continuously, the abnormal physical quality of the official knight still kept Connor's consciousness sober.

　　 Connor's brain is spinning fast, thinking about what to do to help him in this situation, he doesn't want to die! He has not yet molested a beautiful girl like a nobleman, and he has not yet discovered what the truth is behind the wizarding path!

　　 There are many things waiting for him to do! Connor can never die in this place! Absolutely not!

　　 "Valga's potion?"

　　 Connor’s efforts paid off. He remembered the bottle of blue potion that Varga had given him, which was said to be effective in stopping bleeding and relieving his injuries!

　　 The right hand touched his arms with difficulty. Connor is now very glad that he didn't bother to put the bottle of blue potion in the apartment, but took it with him just in case.

Feeling the cold texture of the potion bottle in the palm of his hand, Connor did not hesitate in his eyes. Although he didn't know if the blue potion Varga gave him, at this time, it would be effective to save his life, but this one in front of him In this case, Connor has no other better way, but a dead horse as a living doctor!

　　 took out the blue potion, Connor raised his head and drank the blue potion inside.

　　 Cool! Sweet!

This was Connor’s first feeling after drinking the blue potion, and then a magical scene happened. Connor felt that his left chest wound that was bleeding continuously, the blood flow rate was slowly decreasing, and the strength was also slowing down. Is recovering

"Drop! The energy of the blue potion temporarily suppressed the main body's injury, but the magic bullet still remained outside of the subject's body. According to the chip analysis, the energy of the blue potion can only last for about an hour. After an hour, the subject will again In a dangerous situation! And the demon-breaking bullet is only three centimeters away from the heart of the subject, and the chip does not recommend the subject to do it by himself!” Just when Connor thought he was saved and was ecstatic, his mind sounded again. The warning from the auxiliary chip!

　　 "*****!" The ups and downs caused Connor to shout a national curse.

　　 shook his head fiercely, Connor forced himself to calm down, one hour, although not much, but not too much, he has a great chance of surviving!

Going to the hospital for treatment is definitely not enough. The chip said that he was hit by the Demon Bullet, and the Demon Bullet is only available in the Police Department and the Storm Church in Luen. Going to the hospital for treatment by yourself is undoubtedly equivalent to self-surrendering. !

"Looking for Reyes?" This thought came up in Connor's mind, but was quickly passed by Connor. The Green University campus where Reyes Villa is located is in the eastern suburbs of Ruen City, and now I’m in the suburbs of the northern district of Ruen. This distance is that I’m taking a horse-drawn carriage to go for an hour and it’s hard to get there. What’s more, he doesn’t have any means of transportation now, so it’s almost impossible to find Reyes. It is very likely to die halfway.

"It seems that I only have to look for Varga!" Connor's face flickered, and he made the final decision. It is the weekend, if he remembers correctly~www.readwn.com~ Varga should live at this time. Her home in the North End, not Green University. Most importantly, Connor remembered that Varga's home was at No. 58 De Rossi Avenue in the North District. That place was not far from where he was now. It only takes half an hour to walk.

After thinking about everything, Connor got up from the ground, his eyes swept over the scorched arbiter's corpse that had been burned by the black flames on the chains of shadows. His eyes flashed with a few rays of hatred, but he finally faced this. With the burnt corpse, Connor could only bury it in the ground and clean up the scene. Connor hurriedly set foot on the road to Varga's house.

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"Grandma Mary, how is Varga's cooking?" In a simple and clean house on 58 De Rossi Avenue, Varga was showing a sweet smile on his face and asked about the figure on the opposite side of the table. Thin old woman.

Glancing at a few delicious home-cooked dishes on the table, the old woman’s wrinkled face showed a kind smile, nodded slightly, and said jokingly: "My little Varga will be in the future. A perfect wife, just didn’t know that this man would be so blessed to marry my little Varga?"

"Grandma Mary...!" Varga looked a little flustered when she heard her grandma's jokes, and there was a blush on her fair face, and she couldn't help but think of a tall man in a black trench coat. The figure of youth.

　　 However, at such a time when Varga and his grandmother were enjoying the warm moments of family together, the wooden door of the house was knocked abruptly

　　 "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The huge and heavy knock on the door showed the directness and eagerness of the guests outside.