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After a wave of water curtain, several flags appeared inside. They were very rough, but the four characters "Lord Haotian" could be clearly seen, and behind them were the characters "Human Race". They did not belong to any empire, and Under the flag, there was indeed a human sitting on a chair with a smile on his face. He seemed to feel that Phelps and the others were looking at him, and gave them an indescribable look.
Next to this human race, stood a little girl and a woman wearing the uniform of a general orc general, who looked extremely respectful. This made Phelps and the saint-level great mage look ugly. .
"Damn, damn, someone actually dares to grab food under my nose, Phelps. Check it out for me and find out which empire or family is causing trouble. Even if it's the illegitimate son of the Pope's grandson, I won't I have to skin him." Phelps was furious, and the fat all over his body was shaking, but his eyes were not violent, but more calm.
The Saint-level Grand Magister did not organize Phelps. In fact, he knew very well that Phelps seemed to be angry but was actually thinking about the problem, because the young man in the magic mirror was absolutely powerful. The most terrifying thing in their imagination is that no such nobleman, or such a young saint-level powerhouse, can be found in any force in the human race.
But that person is indeed a human, and the little girl next to him is definitely a royal, and Phelps can also see that the purity of the blood of this royal family is absolutely priceless, and it is also the most noble unicorn. The royal family, that silver little horn, always reveals the nobility of the royal family of the orcs, and their temperament is innate.
Why would such a royal family be willing to submit to a human being? Moreover, that young man gathered the remaining hundreds of thousands of old, weak, women and children in such a short period of time. This in itself was a very strange thing. When Phelps calmed down, the people around him also They all calmed down, knowing that there must be something wrong here.
"How sure are you that you can deal with that young man?" Phelps asked.
Such a question made the Holy Magister look miserable. Thinking of the young man glancing at them intentionally or unintentionally, he felt a chill all over. The feeling was like meeting a giant dragon, even more terrifying than the giant dragon.
"No!" The Holy Magister shook his head simply, not sure at all. Phelps also sighed and said: "If we rushed up just now, even if we have eight saint-level beings now, we would have to Damn, this young man¡¯s arrival is too weird, Lord Haotian? Hehe, tell me to go down and retreat ten miles, and be ready to retreat at any time!¡±
"What!" The Holy Magister was startled. He knew about Phelps's strength. He was definitely the best among the Saints, but he rarely took action. Almost no one knew about it. Now after hearing this order, He knew that the young man had gone beyond their imagination, and he said to himself, "He can't be a demigod like the old Pope!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com