Versatile Mage

"We have survived... we have survived!!"

"Walk, they are gone, there are no undead, no one!!"

"We won, we won!!"

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers in the city. The light of dawn was bright, the clouds were still there, and the rain was still there, but it was not important. As long as the undead army no longer, the city will be saved and they will live. Come down! !

On the wall, countless masters were soft on the ground. This catastrophe squeezed all the potential of their bodies. They prepared for death, but they did not expect to be alive now, and witnessed the scene of the disappearance of the undead! !

Unbelievable, even their own is unbelievable.

The feeling is no less than the storm, the tide will soon be gone, the rain will make everything rise, suddenly the black tide fades, fades to his feet, but also back to the small island he stepped on...

I don't know how many people fall to the ground, let the rain fall on the face, the cold rain is hot, and the inner excitement and joy are not poured out! !

How many people hug each other tightly, crying after a lifetime, knowing, not knowing...

Some of the mages in the outer city have already returned, and some are standing in the ruins of this empty wreckage, and they have been awakened for a long time.

Mo Fan is still standing on the signal tower that has been tilted, and his eyes are looking at the north.

The sacred pattern of the body has disappeared from him, and the long hair of the silver buckle has restored the original black squat in the face. The violent and violent flames and the thunderbolt are recovered to the depths of the soul. The battle is over, and the devil in the depths of the soul is also It’s going to sleep, otherwise your young life will suddenly become the body of an old man.

"We...what are we??" Zhang Xiaohou first woke up, shaking his stunned head.

Soon he saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the tower, his face was ecstatic, and he hugged Mo Fan, excited and incoherent.

Mo Fan hasn't fully recovered from the cold blood brought by the demon, but he saw Zhang Xiaohou crying like a silly younger brother, but he couldn't help but patted his head.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohou calmed down and saw Mo Fan keep staring! North, then he asked: "Have you seen it?"

"He is always there, right?" Mo Fan asked slowly.

There is still too much to explain in this catastrophe, and it seems that some people are secretly fighting the Black Holy See.

However, Mo Fan did not see him until the end, until that moment...

"Well, he has been there all the time." Zhang Xiaohou looked back at the city that was celebrating, and countless people were embracing the Han, Yi, Meng, and mysterious gray whites who returned to the inner city.

In fact, Han Mou, Zhu Meng, Duo Xiao, and mysterious gray whites have never seen the hollow, and they do not recognize who is wearing a robe.

"Is he dead?" Mofan asked.

At the moment when the hollow turned around, Mo Fan felt that the air was sour and sorrowful, stuck in his throat, and he could not say anything if he wanted to say anything.

Even if Zhang Xiaohou does not describe it, Mo Fan, who calms down, can understand what happened at the altar, but he just left. The person he has always admired is still alive. Is it an ancient king or a hollow?

I don't know why, Mo Fan's mind is all the pictures of the past. I remembered that the chief instructor laid a difficult task for everyone in the experience. I remembered that he had nothing to offer in the Mu's Manor. The most memorable situation is that he flew to the long day to lead the ten people to kill the wing wolf!

When he was in a difficult position in the golden forest, he also traveled thousands of miles to rescue himself.

He is an instructor at the time of his experience, but more like a teacher on his own path of magic. He did not teach himself any magic, but he used his actions to tell himself what a man is!

"Fortunately, this time with the Black Holy See, we should not disappoint him." Mo Fan sighed and took his eyes back from the north.

"Well!" Zhang Xiaohou nodded heavily.

Both of them are students of the general instructor's short-selling, always.

The city may never know who is letting this fade, but they will remember it.

The Black Holy See, they are step by step, conspiring to slap the sky, but they will never think that the boss of the Bocheng Military Department, who has never really destroyed their ceremonies, has never been the same thing.

Pre-release place?

The sins of the sins they committed in Bocheng have nurtured people like Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Xu Zhaoxuan, and Kongkong who would not go crazy when they heard the name of the Black Holy See.

The Black Holy See brought fear and death to the world, and brought them these anger that never came out of the disaster!

A small Bocheng can still produce so many people, an ancient capital of thousands of years, will certainly give birth to more brave. The madness of the people of the Black Holy See, the world of horror, the horror of the world, and the madness of the world’s destruction are no match for the determination of these people to eradicate the Black Holy See! !

The seeds have been buried, and they are poured out with tears that are crying for their loved ones...

It is bound to break out in the future!

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On the bell tower, the eyeballs have been prominent, and it is still impossible to believe that Hu Jin’s deacon in this scene is still hanging in the wind and rain.

Celebrate the city, but he is more ugly than dead.

The festival is gone, then the world he is going to is no longer a paradise, his soul will fall into the same cursing boiler as the black animal demon, eternal life ugly, painful, enslaved! !

"Hey, hey, hey, hehe..."

The sound of the heel hit the ancient stone ladder, the bell tower will be empty, and Mu He heard the footsteps, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

However, it seems that two people have come together.

"What do you want me to do here?" The voice of a woman came out.

"This will be no one here. I thought we would all die... Anyway, some words I want to tell you for a long time, probably ten years ago, we met here for the first time, you are just one When I was a hunter master. I know that I may not be worthy of you. Ten years is still an ordinary Guardian Master... But for ten years, you have been the perfect woman in my heart!" The voice of a man came from the side.

"What are you talking about?" The woman's voice was a bit cold.

"Yes, I don't expect you to accept it, but I hope you can understand my heart." The man said earnestly.

"Change to normal, I will accept everyone who is willing to surrender to me, but it is unfortunate that you told me these useless nonsense when I was in the worst mood, I don’t want to accept it, my heart, I accepted it. Said the woman.

"You said... ah!!" The man said halfway, the voice became painful and dull.

The clock tower suddenly remained silent, and no sound could be heard.