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- The greatest building Khadgar has ever seen so far is the Violet Castle located on the island of Cross outside Dalaran. Her majestic spiers with thick lapis lazuli stone eaves and the magnificent Kirin Tor Hall were the pride of Khadgar, and the castle was named after it. On the journey across Lordaeron and into Azeroth, no building, not even the Tower of Medivh, can compare to the majestic Kirin Tor stronghold.
Until he came to Stormwind City.
The two flew through the night sky as usual, but this time the young mage was convinced that he fell asleep while piloting the gryphon in the cold night. The knowledge Medivh had crammed into his head still stood, and he was sure of his ability to ride the winged raptor on his knees with ease. And this time, the part stored in his head no longer hurts, but only slightly muffled. The nerves in his head have been healed and scarred, and he has received this piece of knowledge, but he still recognizes that it is a foreign object outside his body.
When Khadgar woke up, the sun rose above the horizon behind him. He was so startled that the huge flying beast he was riding on veered slightly and almost fell down Medivh. And before his eyes, the magnificent Stormwind City appeared in the morning light.
This is a city of gold and silver. The city walls shone in the morning light like a chalice polished by the city lord, and the roofs were as dazzling as silver buildings. Khadgar once thought they were inlaid with countless gems.
The young mage shook his head and blinked, and then he saw clearly that the golden city wall was originally made of pure stone, but some parts were polished very smooth, and other parts were carved with complex and exquisite patterns. The silver roof was entirely made of dark blue slate, and the gems he saw were actually dewdrops condensed on the roof reflecting the brilliance of dawn.
But Khadgar was still shocked by the size of the city, which was unparalleled even in Lordaeron. Looking down from high in the sky, it filled his field of vision. He counted a total of three sets of walls surrounding the central fortress. And several areas are divided by secondary barriers. No matter which direction he looked, he couldn't take in the whole city.
Even though it¡¯s still dawn, the city is already coming alive. As smoke began to rise, people gathered in open-air markets and some public places. Large loaded carriages, loaded with farmers rushing to the fields, lumbered out of the main city gate. Neat and orderly farmland stretches along the city wall, forming the skirt of the city. Stretching almost to the horizon.
Most of the buildings are unrecognizable to Khadgar. In his opinion, those high towers might be schools or barns; he could see some giant waterwheels on a surging river, but he couldn't guess what they were used for; a sudden appearance appeared in the distance on the right The fire came from the foundry? A captured dragon? Or what happened? unknown.
This is the most magnificent city Khadgar has ever seen, and the heart of the city is Ryan's castle.
There is no doubt about it. The building's walls appear to be literally made of gold, with silver decorating around the windows. The royal roof is covered with blue slate, which is luxurious and mysterious. Like sapphire. Atop its numerous spiers, Khadgar could see slender pennants bearing the image of the Lion of Azeroth, the sigil of King Llane and the symbol of the land.
The castle has countless ancillary buildings, towers, and halls. It is complex and complete, just like a small city. The length of the vaulted corridors that span between the buildings is breathtaking. Khadgar believed that it would never be possible without the help of magic.
¡°Perhaps such a structure was built entirely by magic, Khadgar thought. Also aware that this may be one of the reasons why Medivh is so cherished here.
The older mage raised a hand and hovered over a flat-topped tower. Medivh pointed downward once, twice, three times. He wanted Khadgar to land first.
Khadgar pulled himself out of his wandering reverie and quickly lowered the gryphon. The huge eagle-headed beast flapped its huge sail-like wings backwards, slowed down, and landed accurately.
A group of attendants were waiting for him, and they rushed forward to take the reins. Put a sturdy hood on the gryphon. The memory of a foreign land told Khadgar that this thing was similar to a falconer's net, used to restrict the vision of raptors. An attendant carefully placed a bucket of still-heated cow offal in front of the gryphon's sharp beak.
As soon as Khadgar slipped off the back of the gryphon, Sir Lothar came in person to greet him warmly. This tall man is dressed in a rich robe and sleeveless coat. Wearing a carved breastplate and decorated with a gold and silver cape, he looked even more burly.
"Apprentice!" said the sergeant, taking Khadgar's hand in his large, thick hand. "Glad to see you still employed!"
"Your Excellency," Khadgar responded, trying not to flinch under the strong man's grip, "We flew all night to get here. I don't"
Khadgar¡¯s next speech was interrupted by a whirlwind of wings and the scream of a gryphon.swept away. Medivh's mount somersaulted in the air, and the Archmage's landing was anything but graceful. The huge flying beast glided over its head, surpassed the width of the tower, and almost fell to the other side. Medivh held on to the reins tightly. In fact, the gryphon's large front paws grabbed the jagged guard wall, almost knocking Nian down. The tall mage fell to the side.
Khadgar did not wait for Sir Lothar to speak, and rushed forward. The blue-clothed attendants who received him followed closely, and Lothar followed behind with rumbling steps.
When they reached Medivh, he had already dismounted and handed the reins to the nearest squire. "Damn crosswind!" the older mage said angrily, "I told you this was a perfect place to land, but no one listened to the mage. Nice landing, young man," the servants rushed to the mount, While trying to calm it down, the mage added as if he suddenly remembered.
"Mad," Lothar extended his hand in greeting. "It's nice of you to come."
Medivh frowned. "I came at full speed," said the magician unhappily. "Sooner or later you're going to have to deal with things on your own without me, you know."
I don¡¯t know if Lothar was surprised by Medivh¡¯s attitude, but he didn¡¯t say anything about it. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you. Your Majesty the King"
"We'll have to wait," Medivh continued. "Take me to the room with the problem, now. No, I know the way myself. You said Hagra and Hagarin. Then this is the way." As he spoke, the Archmage walked towards the spiral side staircase of the tower. "Go down five levels, cross a bridge, then go up three levels! What a terrible landing spot!"
Khadgar looked at Lothar. The big man ran his strong hands over the top of his head, where his hair was thinning. Shaked his head. Then he followed, Khadgar following.
When they walked down the spiral staircase, Medivh was no longer there, although he could still hear his constant grumbling and occasional curses, which gradually faded away.
¡°He¡¯s in good shape,¡± Lothar said. "I'll take you to the mage's chambers. We'll find him there."
¡°He was very excited last night,¡± Khadgar said apologetically. "He was originally out. It seems that your summons reached Karazhan just after he came back."
"Did he tell you what it was, apprentice?" Lothar asked. Khadgar had to shake his head.
Warrior Anduin? Lothar frowned deeply. "Two of Azeroth's great male wizards died. Their bodies were almost burned beyond recognition, and their hearts were ripped out of their chests. They died in their secret chambers. There" Sir Lothar hesitated for a moment, seeming to Choose appropriate wording. "There are signs of demonic activity there. So I sent my fastest messenger to fetch the Archmage. Maybe he can let us know what's going on."
"Where is the body?" Medivh called as they caught up. The three were now on another spire of the castle, looking through the large open bay window opposite the door. It overlooks the whole city.
The room was in a mess, as if it had been raided by dirty orcs. All the books were pulled from the shelves, the scrolls were open and some were torn into pieces. Alchemical instruments were smashed to pieces, powders and ointments were scattered on the floor, and even the furniture was destroyed.
There is a ring made of powder in the center of the room, and an inscription is carved on the floor. The ring consists of two concentric circles, with words filled with magic embedded between the two circles. The inscription on the floor is deeply carved. Filled with thick dark liquid. Between the ring and the window were two scorch marks the size of a man.
As far as Khadgar knew, such a ring had only one purpose.
The librarians of Roland City often issue warnings about such things.
"Where is the body?" Medivh repeated. Khadgar was glad he didn't have to answer that question. "Where are the remains of Hagra and Hagarin?"
¡°They were removed as soon as they were discovered,¡± Lothar said calmly. "It would be inappropriate to leave them here. We don't know when you will arrive."
"You mean you don't know if I'm coming," Medivh snapped. "Okay. Okay. I can still salvage some clues. Who has been in this room?"
"The Great Wizard Hagra and Your Excellency Hagarin," Lothar said.
"Well, of course," Medivh said tartly. "Of course they were here. Since they died here. Who else?"
¡°One of their servants discovered the body,¡± Lothar continued. "Then I was called over. I brought a few guards with me to dispose of the bodies. They haven't been buried yet, maybe you want to check on them."
Medivh has fallen into deep thought. "Hmm? Check the body or the guards? It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it later. So, you mean a servant, yourself, and about four guards? Now there's me and my apprentice. Is there anyone else?"?
"I can't think of anyone else," Lothar replied.
The Archmage closed his eyes and muttered some words. I don't know if he is cursing or casting a spell. Then he suddenly opened his eyes: "Interesting. Young man."
Card took a deep breath, "Your Majesty the Archmage"
"I need your youth and lack of jingy¨¤n. See too much and you will be limited by jingy¨¤n. I need fresh eyes. Now, don't be afraid to ask questions. Come here and stand in the middle of the room. No, don't step across the ring. We I wonder if there is still magic left on it. Stand here. Now, what do you feel?"
¡°I saw the destroyed room,¡± Khadgar said.
"I didn't say look," Medivh said sharply. "I asked what it felt like."
Khadgar took a deep breath and cast a small spell. This simple divination spell, which he has used hundreds of times in the Violet Castle, can sharpen the caster's senses and is often used to find lost things. It is especially effective in finding things that others want to hide. But as soon as I started chanting Khadgar, I noticed something was wrong. Magical energy is quite sluggish in this room. Normally the magic flow was light and lively, but now, it felt much more viscous, almost like a normal liquid in fact. Khadgar had never had this experience before, and he wondered whether it was the magic ring that caused this phenomenon, or the energy left by the deceased mages themselves.
This feeling of stagnation. Like the rotten air that has been sealed in a room for many years. Khadgar tried to gather his energy together, but they resisted, following his will with unusual reluctance.
Khadgar tried his best to gather more magical energy in the room, his expression became more and more solemn. Elsewhere, this spell would be simple.
Suddenly, the young mage was immersed in a sense of evil with strong magical energy. This feeling oppressed and surrounded him. It was as if he pulled out the bricks from the bottom of the wall and the whole wall collapsed on him. The power of dark magic crashed down upon him, shattering Khadgar's spell and bringing him to his knees. He couldn't help but scream.
Medivh immediately came to his side and helped the young mage up. "There, there," the Archmage said, "I didn't expect you to do so well. Well done, very well done."
"What's going on?" Khadgar tried his best to say a word and suddenly recovered. "I've never felt anything like this. Heavy, raw, suffocating."
"Then this is good news for you." Medivh replied, "Fortunately, you can find it and be able to survive it. The magical energy here is abnormally distorted, which is the impact of previous events."
"You mean something like 'haunted'?" Khadgar asked. "Even in Karazhan, I didn't"
"No, not that," Medivh said. "It's worse. These two mages were summoning demons. What you feel is the aura of corruption. There was a demon that stayed here. It was the one who killed poor Hagra and Hagarin, two idiots with powerful magic. .¡±
There was a moment of silence. Then Lothar said: "Devil? In the king's tower? I can't believe it"
"Oh. Believe it," Medivh responded. "For any mage. No matter how learned, wise or powerful, there is always more power, more knowledge, more secrets for them to claim. I think those two fell into this The trap, summoning the power of the dark world, paid a price. Fools. They were friends and colleagues. And all fools."
"What should we do?" Lothar asked. "Protective measures must be taken. This is a mysterious energy ring."
"Easy to break," Medivh said, leaning over to examine the shimmering ring stained with the blood of the two wizards. He reached down. A thin straw appeared on the cooling stone floor. "Aha! A tiny straw. If this thing had been here when they started the summoning ritual, all the spells and talismans in the world wouldn't protect them. The demons would just think this circle was a way to enter our world passage. He will come out with blazing hellfire and attack the fools who brought him into this world. I've seen this happen before."
Khadgar shook his head. The dark force that had just oppressed him from all sides seemed to dissipate, allowing him to regain his consciousness. He looked around the room and saw the aftermath of the catastrophe, with the demon tearing apart everything in the room. If a straw destroyed the circular magic circle, then it must have changed its shape after such a catastrophe, and would not stay in the original place.
"What condition was the body in when it was found?" Khadgar asked.
"What?" Medivh said, his tone stern, almost startling Khadgar.
"I'm sorry," Khadgar replied immediately. "You said I should ask questions."
??"Yes, of course," Medivh said, softening a bit. He said to the king's warriors: "So, Anduin? Lothar, what was the condition of the body when it was found?"
"When I came in, they were on the floor. The servant didn't move them," Lothar said.
"Face up or down, sir?" Khadgar asked, trying to remain calm. He could feel the cold eyes of the older mage. "Towards the magic circle or towards the window?"
Lothar began to recall: "Toward the magic circle, face down. Yes, that's right. Their whole bodies were burned, and we had to turn them over to confirm that they were Hagra and Hagarin."
"What is your intention, young man?" asked the Archmage, who was now sitting by the open window, stroking his beard.
Khadgar looked at the two scorch marks between the broken magic circle and the window, trying to treat the two people as just two corpses instead of the mages they once were. "If you attack someone from the front, they fall backwards. If you attack someone from behind, they fall forward. Were the windows open when you came in?"
Lothar looked at the open bay window. Of course, he had no intention of browsing the magnificent city view outside the window at this time. "Yes. No, that's my impression. But it's possible that a servant opened it. There was a terrible stench, and that's what attracted attention in the first place. I can go and ask."
"No need," Medivh said. "The window should have been open when your servant came in." The Archmage stood up and approached the scorch mark. "So you think, young man," he said, "Hagra and Hagarin were standing here, looking at the magic circle, when something came in through the window and attacked them from behind." He clapped his hands figuratively. Hit the back of your head. "They fell forward and were scorched here."
"Yes, sir," Khadgar said. "I mean, that's speculation."
"That's a good guess," Medivh said. "But I'm afraid I'm wrong. First of all, these two wizards are standing here with nothing but staring at the magic circle. It means they are summoning demons. Such a magic circle has no other purpose."
"But" Khadgar said. But the Archmage's cold eyes froze his words in his throat.
"Secondly," Medivh continued, "Although an attacker with a club can kill the two mages from behind, the damage caused by the dark energy of the demon is different. If the beast breathes out fire, it will burn He grabbed the two standing men and killed them. Just after being burned, their bodies fell forward. Didn't you say that the front and back of the body were burnt?" he asked Lothar.
"Yes," answered the king's warrior.
Medivh raised his palms in front of his face. "The demon breathed fire and burned the front. The Hagara fell forward and the flames spread to the back. Unless the demon attacked the Hagaren from behind. Turn them over to make sure the front is also burning , and then turned them over. There¡¯s no way the demons are not so organized."
Khadgar felt his face heat up with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I was just speculating."
"That's a good guess," Medivh said quickly. "It's just wrong. You have a point. The window should be open, because that's where the devil left the tower, and he should be in the city now."
Lothar held back a curse. Then ask "Are you sure?"
Medivh nodded. "Absolutely. But it may have been knocked down now. Even if it wants to kill fools like Hagra and Haglin without noticing, that thing should use its most powerful, if not all its abilities. .¡±
¡°I can organize a search party right away,¡± Lothar said.
"That's not necessary," Medivh said. "I want to handle this myself. No need to sacrifice good people for lives that don't deserve it. Of course, I want to see the body so I know what kind of thing we're dealing with."
"We moved the body to a cooler room in the wine cellar," Lothar said. "I can take you there."
"Wait," Medivh said, "I want to take a look around here. Can I be alone with my apprentice for ten minutes?"
Lothar hesitated for a moment, then said, "Of course. I'll wait outside." As he spoke, his sharp eyes glanced at Khadgar, and then he left.
The door clicked shut, leaving a silence in the room. Medivh paced among the torn volumes and papers. He held a letter with a purple seal and shook his head. Slowly, the letter turned into pieces in his hands.
"In civilized countries," he said, his voice a little unnatural, "apprentices don't argue with their masters, at least in public." He turned to Khadgar.When the young man saw the older mage, his face was clouded.
"I'm sorry," Khadgar said. "You said I should ask questions, and the shape of the body didn't look right at that time, but you mentioned the condition of the body being burned"
Medivh raised a hand, and Khadgar immediately shut up. He paused for a moment, then exhaled slowly. "That's enough. You did the right thing, exactly as I told you. If you hadn't spoken up, I wouldn't have noticed that the demon would have gone out of the tower and wasted time searching the castle. But, you asked that question because you Not understanding the devil is called ignorance. Ignorance is something I cannot tolerate."
The older mage stared at Khadgar, but there was a smile on his lips. Khadgar understood that the storm had passed and found a stool to sit down. Even though he had just recovered from the shock, he still said, "Lotha"
"Let him wait," Medivh said, nodding. "He is good at waiting, that Anduin? Lothar. Okay. What knowledge did you learn about demons when you were in the Violet City?"
"I've heard some legends," Khadgar said. "In ancient times, there were many demons in this land, and the great heroes fought hard and drove them away." The image of Medivh's mother blasting the demons to pieces and surrendering their leader appeared in his mind. But he didn't say it. There was no need to anger Medivh who had just calmed down.
"That's the minimum," Medivh said. "It's what we tell the people. What else do you know?"
Khadgar took a deep breath. "In the Purple City of the Kirin Tor, demonic studies are shunned in official education. Any attempt to summon a demon is scrutinized and stopped immediately. Participants are subject to exile or worse punishment. Only among younger students There are stories floating around.¡±
¡°A story based on fact,¡± Medivh said, ¡°but you are a very curious young man, and you know more, I presume?¡±
Khadgar tilted his head and thought, choosing his words carefully. "Corrigan, our college's librarian. He has a vast collection at his disposal."
"He needs someone to help him sort it out," Medivh said coldly. Khadgar almost jumped in shock, had Medivh not added, "Just a guess, nothing more, young man."
"Most of those materials are folklore and local managers' reports on demonic belief activities. Basically, they are about someone doing illegal activities in the name of some legendary ancient demon. There is no real summoning of demons. Examples. There are no magic spells, no mysterious writings." Khadgar leaned towards the magic circle in the room, "There are no rituals."
"Of course." Medivh said. "Corrigan wouldn't scare students with those. If he had, he would have kept them separately."
"So. Most people believe that after the demons are defeated, they are driven away from this world and return to their own territory."
"'Endless Darkness,'" Medivh said, speaking as if the word were a prayer.
¡°They still exist, and the legend continues,¡± Khadgar said. "And they want to come back. It is said that they will run into the dreams of weak-willed people and trick them into finding ancient spells and making sacrifices. Sometimes they are asked to open a channel for the devil to come back. Others say they want to tongguo the devil. Faith and sacrifice make the world as bloody and violent as before, and then they can come back.¡±
Medivh was silent for a moment, stroking his beard. Then said, "Any more?"
"There are more stories and details. I've seen demon statues, pictures, and illustrations." Khadgar had another urge to tell Medivh about the impact of the demon army he saw that day. But he changed his mind and said: "There is an ancient epic about Aegwynn fighting a horde of demons in a distant place."
Khadgar's narration brought a gentle knowing smile from Medivh, "Ah, yes, "The Song of Aegwynn". You can see this epic in many powerful mages, you know."
"My teacher, Lord Jaziba, is very interested in this," Khadgar said.
"Really, now?" Medivh said with a smile. "I don't mean to offend him. I don't know if Jazba has enough level to understand this epic, at least he can't understand its true form." He raised his eyebrows, "The basics of what you read are It is a fact. Many people tell it as a myth or legend. But I think you know like me that demons are real, and they are not far away, and they are harmful to us in the light world and other worlds. Man-made w¨¥ixi¨¦. I think, now, I clearly believe that what you call the light world was once another world, part of the 'endless darkness'. The 'endless darkness' is the prison of these demons, where there is no light.??, isolated and helpless, the demons were jealous and eager to come back. "
Khadgar nodded, and Medivh continued, "But you are wrong to assume that the victims of demons are weak-willed people. Of course, although it is wrong again, it is expected. Too many people use the name of demons to be despicable. Farmers use the power of demons to retaliate against their old lovers, and stupid businessmen use black candles to burn their creditors' IOUs These are nothing more than small tricks to shame the powerful power of ancient demons. However, there are often people who take the initiative to go into the abyss. They think they are very powerful. Safe, knowledgeable and wise, they are immune to intimidation and inducement, and believe themselves to be strong enough to harness the raging demonic energy that is isolated from the rest of the world. Many times they are much more dangerous than the rabble, because you know, a spellcasting error is more dangerous than a spellcasting failure. fatal."
Khadgar had to nod. He wondered if Medivh had such a strong will, "But these two are the powerful mages Hagarin and Hagra. I mean."
"The most powerful in Azeroth," Medivh said. "The wisest and best wizards, King Ryan's magical advisors. They are highly respected, well protected, and have a free position!"
"Then they should know better?" Khadgar asked.
"You can think so," Medivh replied. "But even so, only the remains of their secret room were left, and their demon-burned corpses lay in the wine cellar."
"Why did they do that?" Khadgar frowned, trying not to offend his teacher. "If they knew so much, why did they summon demons?"
"There are many reasons," Medivh sighed. "Arrogance, pride leads to destruction. These two people were already overconfident, and their arrogance doubled during their cooperation. And fear, I guess, may be the main reason."
"Fear?" Khadgar looked at Medivh inquiringly.
¡°The fear of the unknown,¡± Medivh said. "Fear of the unknown. Fear of something greater than themselves."
Khadgar shook his head, "What could be more powerful than the two most knowledgeable and leading mages in Azeroth?"
"Ha," Medivh snorted, an imperceptible smile appearing under his beard. "That's probably me. They summoned demons, played with the power of avoidance and died because of it, because they were afraid of me."
"You?" Khadgar said, more surprised than he wanted to express. He briefly worried that this would anger the older mage again.
But Medivh just took a deep breath. Then exhale slowly. Then he said, "It was me. They were fools. But I blame myself too. Come on, boy, Lothar can wait. Now it's time to tell you the story of the Guardians and the Council of Tirisfal, That¡¯s all the power to protect us from the forces of darkness.¡±
It¡¯s rare that Murphy told a very long story this time, and the little ones were satisfied at the same time. Also very confused.
They are becoming more and more certain that their sister-in-law deliberately tormented them before. Well, the exact reason was entirely because of their little tricks, you know. Before they played the little trick, no matter what story they heard, they could hear it after just a few grinds. However, after they played the little trick, trouble came. Everyone couldn't bear to think of the miserable memories that their sister-in-law had just dealt with. His face was dark, but at this time, no one could, let alone say anything.
Having known each other for such a long time, they naturally knew about Murphy's occasional outbursts of bad taste. If they didn't say anything, that would be fine. Once he spoke a few words, there was no guarantee that Murphy wouldn't laugh at the tragedy again. Thinking of this, Everyone trembled collectively at the possibility. Obviously, no one wanted to repeat the mistake they shouldn't have made again.
Thinking of this, the little guys simply ran away after hearing the story.
Only Luo Wei saw Murphy muttering to Zall regretfully over there, "These little guys are getting smarter and smarter. I planned to dig a hole for them again, but I didn't expect to run away." Damn, he saw As his second brother nodded fiercely, Luo Wei swallowed his saliva and sneaked away quietly.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out to laugh and laugh, the bad couple went back to their room to rest with a smile.
However, Zhuoer Murphy was happy now, but he was unhappy the next day.
"What? Second brother, you said that another union has killed the stubborn Van Kress?" Luo Wei's eyes widened and he screamed in disbelief.
"Yes," Zhuoer was unhappy, but he still nodded calmly and calmly.
The same goes for Murphy, with a very calm expression.
In ts, the poor and ugly family is already screaming strangely.
"Boss, is this news accurate?"
"Of course! Zhuoer sneered and said, "Go and check out the official website of the US server. There's already an announcement on it!" "
"Huh?" Hearing Zhuoer say this, everyone immediately opened the official website of the US server, and then they were all speechless.
However, the announcement in front of them did not surprise them too much. After all, the oldest prophet Skram in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the second oldest Princess Yalki Lord Cree and Vim, the third oldest war guard Shaltura and The fourth tenacious Van Kreis is not a boss that is too difficult to defeat, but his fighting style is rather special. It is actually not too surprising that they can catch up.
After all, the fifth-ranked Visidus and the sixth-ranked Princess Hahoran below are the truly painful bosses! If you don¡¯t have enough natural resistance equipment, wait for the ecstasy of destruction!
After a moment of silence, Maomaoyu sneered: "Boss, did you see that? That's so arrogant! You plan to get Princess Haholan's first kill before us!"
Zhuoer sneered and said, "It's true, we just have to do it!"
The poor man Chou was gearing up and said, "Boss, tell me, how are we going to fight? This time, they have vowed to give us a good look!"
"This!" Zhuoer thought about it and said simply: "Can everyone come this afternoon?"
"This afternoon?" The little guy was stunned, "Boss, what do you want to do?"
"What not to do? I just want to make an exception!" Zhuoer said lightly: "Yesterday, we were clearing up the wasteland Princess Hahulan. In fact, we were almost done with the wasteland. It just happened to be Sunday, so we delayed the progress and continued to open up the wasteland. , since someone has already knocked on the door, we naturally have to fight, right? Let¡¯s get Princess Haholan¡¯s first kill today!¡±
"Haha! That's a good idea!" The poor man Chou laughed and said, "Boss, I like your idea!"
Zhuoer smiled and said: "What do you think? If Princess Hahulan opens up the wasteland, it will take an entire night. The first few bosses always have to be killed, right? Just kill them in the afternoon, and continue with Princess Hahulan in the evening. !¡±
"Okay!" "No problem!" The little guys agreed simply. They were also unhappy with those provocative words. They originally thought that it would take some effort for their boss to get Princess Haholan's first kill as soon as possible. ! Who would have thought that his boss would immediately propose to get the first kill of Princess Haholan today?
The little guys were all beaming with smiles. After seeing their boss¡¯s good temper for so long, they really forgot about the fact that their boss¡¯s temper was really bad! Wait! Americans, are you proud of killing the stubborn Van Kress? Wait for a big slap in the face for you tonight! Ha ha!
Because of Zhuoer¡¯s words, the little guys naturally gathered on time in the afternoon.
Well, in fact, not only one or two people took a whole day off today, but even those who could take a day off simply took a day off.
Zhuoer Murphy is speechless about these little guys!
However, you still have to say a few words. Zhuoer said helplessly: "I said, what do you think of work and class? Are you just not going to go? Is that okay?"
"Hehe! It's okay! I'm not busy at work!"
"Stay at home!"
¡°I have no class this morning!¡± The little guys showed up for various reasons.
Zhuoer shook his head fiercely, and Murphy couldn't help but laugh: "It's just for others, Sad Song, why are you always so free? According to your age, you should be a senior in high school, right? You play games and your family doesn't About you?"
"Me?" The soldier's lament blinked and said, "Didn't I say it? My parents have gone abroad to work and won't be able to come back in the past two years. I am an only daughter and only one aunt comes to see me once a week, oh. , and also, I am a college student, not a senior in high school! I was already a freshman when I played games, and now I am a junior!"
"What kind of rice? Elegy, you said you are a junior? How old are you? Aren't you just eighteen years old this year?" Although the little guys from the Scarlet Cross Guild have a very good relationship, they rarely ask about each other's reality. What happened!
The soldier's lament is very simple, "I skipped a grade when I was a child! I went to kindergarten at the age of four, elementary school at the age of six, skipped one level in elementary school, skipped another level in middle school, and then went to college at the age of sixteen!"
"" The little guys were speechless.
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