Create the Age of Magic

　　 "Hey, is that an undead?"

　　 A novice north wind knight pointed at the figure that emerged from the soil in fear and said.

　　 Although they often patrol the cemetery, they have never seen the real undead!

　　 Even if I have heard it, it is just a legend. Now that the real existence of suspected undead stands in front of them, these northern wind knights are actually a little weak!

　　 After all, this does not seem to be the kind of low-level undead with only bones, and the guy with the remnants of flesh and blood will certainly not be too weak!

　　 Another novice north wind knight rushed out like a gust of wind, slashed the undead with a sword, and directly cut down the undead!

　　 "Why are you so courageous!" the north wind knight veteran asked the novice knight.

　　 "Didn't you say that this kind of undead are very fragile? Five years ago, that sword was hacked to death, so what am I afraid of?" the novice North Wind Knight said naturally.

　　 The veteran covered his head, this guy is really stunned!

　　 At this time, another north wind knight veteran squatted beside the undead to observe for a while, and suddenly said to the other north wind knights in surprise:

　　 "Look, this guy's blood is red, not an undead! And he is slowly healing! This guy is a wild witch! We found the baby!"

　　 It turns out that what these North Wind Knights found were not undead, but the trolls who had been electrocuted by Horn before!

　　 The troll is not dead!

　　His ability is self-healing! So although he was electrocuted by Horn's electric arc at the time, he lost his breath and heartbeat, but after being buried in the soil for a day, with his self-healing ability, he came back to life!

　　 But unfortunately, he was discovered by the Northern Wind Rider as soon as he climbed out of the soil!

　　……

　　 At this moment, the troll is waiting for the reception of the deacon in white with heavy shackles.

　　 He was a wild witch who was found to be burned to death, but when facing the black deacon, the troll suddenly shouted:

　　 "Don't kill me! I know the identities and addresses of other wild witches! I also know information about the villain!"

　　 Reeves once said that he must be told about the villain first, so the troll must be interrogated by Reeves.

　　 The troll waited for a long time, and finally saw the legendary Reeves.

　　 The sight that appeared in front of him was the same as the sight he saw during Enoch's test. Even if he hadn't seen Reeves before, he felt familiar.

　　 "You are a wild witch?" Reeves aloft looked at the stocky troll indifferently.

　　 "Yes, my lord." The troll lowered his head and said.

　　 "You raise your head and look at me!" Reeves said.

　　 The troll raised his head when he heard Reeves's words, and saw Reeves sitting in front of him with no expression. His left half of his face was burned by the fire and looked like an evil ghost!

　　 He was so frightened that he lowered his head again, afraid to look at Reeves's face.

　　 Reeves looked at his lowered head, frowning, a cyan whirlwind shot from his fingertips, directly piercing the troll's shoulder, and a large amount of blood shot out from the wound!

　　 This is a first-level north wind magic. Although it is very easy to use, once the distance is a little far away, its power will be greatly reduced.

　　 "Do you think I am scary?" Reeves asked the troll sharply!

　　 "No, no, I dare not! I don't deserve to look directly at the adult's face!"

　　 The troll was shaking like chaff, the pain in his shoulder did not dare to touch him. He knew that if he annoyed the deacon in front of him at this time, he would die now!

　　 "Really? That's sensible! Tell me what you know!" Reeves said lightly.

　　 "I know there are five people in total..." The troll said all the things he knew, without concealing one thing. If he wants to survive, he must produce enough information!

　　 However, compared to the information of the lowly savage witch, Reeves still wants to know about the villain!

　　 "What are you talking about about the evil side?"

　　 "The villain is a wild witch!" the troll whispered.

　　 Reeves kicked the wound on the shoulder of the troll with a bang. The wound that had just stopped the bleeding due to its powerful self-healing ability burst open, and the wound became bigger!

　　 "You mean I was defeated by a wild witch, didn't you?" Reeves stared at the troll fiercely. If he dares to say yes, his head will move immediately!

　　The troll who was rolling on the ground in pain heard these words and knelt again in front of Reeves, kowtow and blood stains appeared on the floor.

　　 "Don't dare, I didn't mean that, my lord!"

　　 "No? Then let's burn it tomorrow." Reeves told the black deacon beside him.

　　 "No, sir, you promised! As long as I say, I will consider letting me go! You can't break your promise!"

　　 The troll feels very worthless. How similar is this situation to that fantasy encounter? Even if you sell four wild witches, can't you find a way to survive?

　　 Reeves scratched his chin and smirked. The pair of trolls said, "No words! I thought about it, you'd better die!"

　　 The troll fell completely into despair!

"Did you say you have seen a wicked person?" A clear and sweet voice sounded, and a woman in a light blue dress walked over. Her figure was elegant and fair, and her face was dark and smooth. It was covered with a white silk scarf.

　　 She is Graty Rias,

　　 The saint of the North Wind God Church!

　　 Reeves quickly turned his head and knelt on one knee when he heard the voice, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the white deacon is nothing in front of the saint, there are ten deacons in white who are accompanied by the saint! There are more deacons in white than the entire city of Lien!

　　 And there is also the strongest one among the young people of Reeves at the same time as the guard!

　　Marcus!

　　 It just seemed that something happened in the southeast direction. This time, the guards brought by Her Royal Highness were all reinforced, and there were only two white deacon guards around him.

　　 "Master Grady asks you, have you met a villain!" Reeves said to the troll with his head held up.

　　 The troll also found that this woman was a big figure much bigger than the previous deacon in white. He knelt and turned around and pointed his head at Grady.

　　 "I have seen it, the villain has seen the wicked man, but he covered his face, and I couldn't see what he looked like."

　　 "You didn't see him, you always hear his voice, right? What kind of voice is it?" Grati asked.

　　 The troll thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It should be the voice of a young man."

　　 "Young man? Ha ha." Graty turned and left Reeves and the troll, leaving a word before he went far.

　　 "Don't let this guy die first, I keep it useful, and capture the witch and let this guy go with him."

　　 Hearing Graty said that he was going to catch the witch together, the troll's low face was filled with spite.

　　 He has such an end at the moment, none of those wild witches can escape the relationship!

　　 So he wants revenge!

　　 "Yes, Lord Saint." Reeves said with his head down.

　　 There was an expression of unknown meaning under the veil of the saint who had left,

　　 Young man, huh, is this your son?

　　 Douglas Wang.