Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

In the mind of the little prince Okaza, what constantly appeared was images that appeared in hell.

The mountains broke and the ground broke, and tens of thousands of humans died like ants.

The black plume of smoke floated in the air, leaving only a piece of debris, the flames were burning with the sound of cracking, and the night starry sky was cast with shadows like a shroud.

"Why am I flying in the sky, what is next to me?"

"Whose face is that... why is it a cloud of black smoke..."

He seemed to have returned to the day, a vicious curse was spit out from that huge face, and an unknown ancient powerful spell floated in the foul air.

The little prince remembered that it was an ancient lamp god! That evil **** of darkness and chaos-Abdu!

Thinking of this, the little prince cried and laughed, looking like he was crazy.

"Woo...hahaha, Abdul, this is all you designed, right? The uninterrupted whispers for three years, it is not the voice of sister Kasha at all, because she has been executed by my father a long time ago !"

Regarding all this, the little prince believed that it was because of the fascination of the lamp **** that he accidentally unlocked the seal and caused the catastrophe of Tumu City.

But the little prince could not forget, her voice, her smile, her face, and only sister Kaxia in the palace was his closest family member. . .

When his consciousness returned to normal, he kept covering his eyes with trembling hands, and every second was like a year.

The whole world lost its color in his eyes, everything became dim, and his heart was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples anymore.

"What's the matter with him? Is it sick?" The little girl Willow asked scaredly, and the other two also looked at Ocaza with nervous expressions.

The little princess quickly turned off the rechargeable constellation meter, and all the stars in the room disappeared.

Garcia, the female knight guarding the door, rushed in when she heard the scream, with a long sword in her hand.

"What happened? Your Highness, stand up quickly!"

After speaking, the female knight guarded the other three little guys behind her.

"Thank you very much for your care, but people like me shouldn't get help from others, and I shouldn't live in the world..." The little prince slowly removed his hands and said softly to Willow.

Now, he had thoroughly recalled what he had done, but he did not expect that Djinn would finally send him to the circus.

After listening, Willow shouted angrily: "What are you talking nonsense! You are not a few years older than me, why are you going to die?"

"Don't you have any relatives? How uncomfortable it would be for them to see you like this!" Willow has been an orphan since she was a child, and hates others to say such things the most.

At this time, the little prince stood up tremblingly, and gave a standard court ceremony to Willow and Wes.

"I'm going to find Xiao Dianchang now, thank you again for taking care of me when I was in trouble."

"By the way, my real name is Osman Gazi Ocaza." After speaking, the little prince planned to leave this room.

The female knight was still holding a long sword in his way, and the little prince waved her hand gently, and the female knight was pushed aside by the [Powerful Spell Hand].

As the most talented warlock of the Arab Sultanate for nearly a thousand years, Okaza shocked the entire royal family not long after he was born.

When the little prince was a baby, he and his crib would often float and hover over the room, and curtains and other things would often catch fire.

He didn't release any spells, he was just curious about the countless "light spots" in the air, and he directly mobilized the power of the air element and the fire element!

Many warlocks and doctors were invited into the room, and the warlocks who saw this phenomenon felt extremely jealous. This kind of innate perfect control over the elements was comparable to some higher elemental beings.

When the little prince was 7 years old, he could easily release second-order spells. This may be the pinnacle of many low-level and intermediate-level mages.

But for him this was just a starting point, and becoming a legendary mage was also within easy reach, and the demigod was his goal.

It's like a genius who got a perfect score on the test, 100 points on the test, just because this paper has only 100 points in total.

[Spell Hand] was originally used to move objects freely within a certain distance, and the weight of the object cannot exceed 20 kg.

And under the little prince's own research, the enhanced magic hand can move objects more than 200 kilograms, which is already comparable to the transformational spells such as [Giant Palm Technique] and [Giant Boxing Technique].

At present, the 13-year-old little prince has reached the level of a high-level mage. Not only that, he also has many original spells.

But now he just wants to find a corner with no one to end his life decently, without a specific destination.

At this last moment, he also wanted to thank the smile and beep who took care of him in person.

"You come back to me!" Willow shouted loudly. She had a very uneasy feeling. If Ocazar were to leave, the result would be very bad.

The little prince turned his head, his pale face seemed to lose his blood, but he managed to squeeze a smile: "Goodbye, my friend."

Then he released a shot of [Sleeping Technique], and then used a powerful magical hand to put several people on the ground steadily.

After a while, he found Beep and the smiling face who was drinking tea.

At this time, the two men were setting up a small table and a few chairs on the deck, watching the swordsmanship duel between Corleone and Seranis.

"Wonderful! Attack on the middle of his legs! Oh, Corleone, what level are you at." Beep sipped the black tea while making a slurping sound.

Corleone and the half-elves did not choose to fight on the smooth deck, but instead stood on the railings!

If you are not careful, you may fall into the sea.

The half-elf relied on his agile movements to push forward with a series of low-level stabs, while Corleone also held a long sword and kept backing, trying to grasp the balance.

But the half-elf wouldn't give him this opportunity, and his unrelenting offensive followed every step he took.

They were only doing daily training, so Corleone controlled his power to the level of ordinary people, which also resulted in every move he was suppressed, and he could only defend passively.

At a certain moment, the half-elf quickly bowed into Corleone's defensive posture.

"I'm going!" Corleone exclaimed, because he didn't stand firm, he planted directly toward the sea.

The tea in Beep's mouth spurted out, and he slapped the table vigorously: "Hahahaha! This is too delicious!"

"Ho **** ho ho!"

With the roar of the manticore, Corleone did not fall into the sea, but grabbed the manticore by its tail and flew back to the sailing boat.

Now this ferocious monster can move freely without being kept in a small cage. </div>