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Chapter 971: Tea and assassin...
In the twisting effect of the law, the light golden sunlight presents a rhythm and crystal clear like a flowing liquid, bathed in the golden light, the more and more silent sand dust in the dark pit begins to become crystal clear, finely shattered. The flickering of light spots is the colored glaze that has been crushed rolling with the wind, and every glimmer in the air is a semi-energy product of intertwined light and shadow.
In this unknowingly quiet space, the legendary mage, wearing a robe of stars like the night sky, has stood alone for a few magic hours, and his enemy patiently hides and prepares to attack, but casts spells. How can the patience of the people be scarce?
For the punk who has released the "twisted world of the Muse", it is best for him if everyone can continue to stare in the dark. The price he pays is at most to maintain the power of the legendary spell. Then remained vigilant for a few hours, and how long Bill Keton, who had to hide in the shadows under the pressure of the distortion of the law, could be a question.
"Want to be patient, Mr. Cayton"?
He calmly released his mental power to question the empty brilliance. It was clear that the enemy could receive the information, and the punk expression was extremely calm.
He did not risk releasing any spells to search, because he knew that his enemy might be by his side, and the sharp dagger might have locked his head. At this time, any flaws in the existence should not be allowed. A long exhaustion battle should continue in this way... it's best to continue for a few days and nights, so that the stalker hidden in the shadow can't help the exhaustion to appear!
And in the meantime... the leisurely legendary mage can continue to anger the hidden assassin, and enjoy a good cup of tea by the way.
"Since we are free now, why don't we talk about the idiot Ankazan"?
I took out a Morris jade fruit tea from the storage ring, and the punk on the battlefield was like having a tea party in his own magic tower. It calmly condensed a group of water elements, and the tea leaves were gently spilled into the crystal clear. In the water ball, then accompanied by the slightly diffused water waves rippling away...
"Well, Ankazan should be a spellcaster who is still going to die, don’t get me wrong, what I mean by "general" refers to his strength, but when it comes to life, the poor "burner" "Sir, it looks a bit horrible."
While evaluating the dead enemy to himself, punk has also begun to heat the tea, and the light jade fruit leaves slowly float in the water element, and then slowly fall again.
But before this fruit tea is brewed, the cold tone of "Destroy Whispers" is destined to never stop.
He turned his head in disdain to look at the charred corpse that had been mostly covered in dust and continued:
"In name, Ankazan is the so-called "maintainer of order in the central area of the Faerun Plane". This name sounds like that, but it is a pity that this is just a product of the Mage Guild in order to make it sound and self-proclaimed. From the beginning to the end, I’m afraid that no one has recognized the nameless identity of Mr. Yanmei. Of course, the state of stagnant water on the plane of Faerun has nothing to do with him. In the days of being a defender, Ankazan’s job is actually just staying in one place. Stay in a daze in a fixed place"?
The tone is melodious and peaceful, and the tone is disdainful and cold. The legendary mage's comment on Ankazan is a kind of derogation, but this depreciation is not unreasonable abuse but a real fact, and it is the fact that the hell is the most. People can't refute it.
And in this slow, word-for-word narration, the tea floating in front of the legendary mage finally began to boil...
"Ankazan’s legendary journey is too failed and too pathetic. He was put on a flashy high hat by the Mage Guild and confined to a prison in a small place like Grey Rain Country. All the resources and knowledge can only be counted on Meswu. Er’s compassionate charity, like street beggars or disabled wild dogs, is aimless...Some people "feed" and enjoy two bites, and sit in a daze without "feeding", let the cold wind take away the leftovers. More body temperature, until the final destiny walks slowly."
It didn’t take long for the tea to boil in the twinkling of the sun, large and small bubbles rushed in the clear liquid, and the crumpled and crushed tea leaves rose and fell with the leaping of boiling water, and the whole round ball of water began to begin. Like fried hair, it bounces and dances under the high-temperature scorching.
Until this time, a hot and refreshing jade fruit tea can be considered complete.
"..."
"Cheers to the poor, pathetic, and lamentable Ankazan."
Ending with a weird congratulatory message, "Destroy Whisper" put the fruit tea to his mouth blankly.
If you want to drink tea, you can drink tea. Punk has not cheated at all. Now his words and deeds appear to be very relaxed, except for the stick of the "pale scepter" with his left hand still gripping, the closed eyes and Qing Ming's lips seemed to prove that he was enjoying a delicious tea wholeheartedly.
Perhaps the expressionless state has not changed, but with those disdainful words evaluating a dead mage, today's "Destroy Whisper" is absolutely arrogant and confident.
So... It was extremely abrupt and incomparably natural, at the moment when the refreshing tea liquid was about to touch the caster's lips, a chilly blade suddenly appeared in the flow of bright sunlight!
"laugh"!
"You despicable, shameless, damn bastard, what qualifications do you have to evaluate Ankazan"!
In an instant, the ferocious roar almost clung to the ears of the legendary mage, and the sharp blade cut the intricate rules across the light blue light and shadow, the "sharp flying blade" surrounded by the shadow and a trace of shadow The middle jumped out, at this moment, the angry Bill was fused with the dagger in his hand!
Anger can inspire the bravery and potential of a creature, and it can drive those professionals with insufficient willpower into madness... But at the same time, anger and reason do not conflict. There are always strong people who can control their own. Emotion, so that anger can't interfere with one's actions.
For example, this is the case with Bill at this time.
It is inevitable to be angry. The anger of his dead friend being laughed at has already burned in his heart, but the "Liman Flying Blade" has never lost any reason and calmness! Because at this moment, he knew very well that the caster with cold words was provoking his emotions, trying to provoke him to attack from the shadows.
So are you fooled?
Bill thinks no!
At this moment, the reason why he dared to make an assassination was not because he was dazzled by anger, but because after several hours of confrontation time, the confident double-cultivation professional has finally slowly arrived directly behind the body of the legendary mage. .
And almost at the same moment when the hot tea leaves were brewed, the blade he placed next to the caster's head was ready for the strongest assassin!
End of this Chapter
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