Netheril’s Brilliance

Put's death is meaningful. He delayed Punk and Kane for a full five seconds. Although it is not much, it is enough for them to retreat at the speed of a supercar. The two stalkers had lost track of catching up.

Oh~, the great Mr. Putt sacrificed himself, he saved us, he is an admirable saint!

Knowing that they were out of danger, the two people slowly slowed down. As soon as Kane was out of danger, he immediately resumed that incongruous and playful attitude. I saw him singing an exaggerated aria, imitating the sad appearance of a bard, Praise Put who wrote Sacrifice for the People!

There is no need to dress sad!

Punk continued to run forward without looking back.

In such a major strategic defeat, the death of a weak mage is nothing but normal.

Punk's voice was as deep and cold as ever, and the gust of wind brought about by his fast running agitated his robes. In the moonlit wilderness, both Punk and Kane looked like a mass of monsters due to their excessive speed. Blurry light and shadow, people can't figure it out!

Alright alright.

Kane shrugged while running, I was thinking too much, this time the night attack killed so many trainee-level experts, and tomorrow's battle will basically be defeated. McNairy should be devastated by now. How did a little mage die in air traffic control?

Although Kane's words are cold, they are all reasonable. Although McNercy sent out hired professionals who were outside the establishment in order to prevent the loss of elite, these professionals are still present in Conora City. Some trainee-level professionals accounted for half of the number, and the enemy already had more powerful people than Conora City, and now our side has lost nearly half of the elites in one breath. Tomorrow's city defense battle can already be foreseen. How cruel and inhumane.

It seems that I can't keep it for a week now, Kane complained loudly, I have fought for two days and still haven't exchanged the wool. Now I am running away, am I not working for nothing? Really He's so hot!

Kane, who is quite lacking in fighting skills, is obviously not reconciled to this unrewarding situation.

At least I've been busy this night. It's impossible for McNercy to give us nothing, Punk said lightly. He didn't know whether the defense could continue. No one knows what cards are on it, but going back after such a tossing all night must be able to get a lot of benefits, otherwise so many professionals go through life and death for justice and pay a huge sacrifice, but McNairy has nothing If you say ...then all soldiers will be chilled!

Kane undoubtedly knew this too, which was why the two of them rushed back to Conora overnight.

The night in the young season passed quickly. Unknowingly, there was already a sliver of morning light in the sky. A little light made the city of Conora not so dark. At least... the large dry bloodstains on the city wall were still faintly visible .

The punk duo had reached the hillside where they first saw the city of Conora. He didn't stare at the dilapidated city of Conora like Kane and felt sad. The staff with the tip of the staff.

The role of the staff is to increase magic. Except for a few staffs designed for melee mages, most of the staffs have not considered the special situation of directly facing sharp weapons from the beginning. Punk's staffs Obviously one of the majority.

Punk lightly squeezed the neat break of the staff with his hands, and a little piece of wood was easily crushed. Since the staff lost its core—the head of the staff, he lost all magical effects, and then With the passage of time, the magic power once solidified in the staff also began to flow away, Punk could almost feel the magic power dissipating in the air bit by bit in the staff... After all, this is not an advanced magic power The rod, within less than five magic hours after it was completely destroyed, it lost its strange hardness like iron stone, and now...

Punk's face was still calm and indifferent in the slightly dim moonlight. He gently opened his slender and clean fingers, and the fine sawdust sprinkled from the fingers with the last bit of magical brilliance, scattered with the wind, and fell to the mundane world. In the night, it is like azure blue sparks, beautiful and ethereal.

Hey, hey, let me tell you, don't you still feel sorry for this broken wooden stick that has been scrapped?

Kane is still good at breaking the beautiful artistic conception as always.

I'm just feeling the process of enchantment decay, Punk replied coldly. He casually threw the damaged staff on the ground, and the staff easily shattered into several cracked pieces of wood. Turning around hesitantly, he walked towards the city of Conora, which was brushed by a ray of morning light, and he never looked back at the broken wooden stick.

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On the city wall of Conora, McNairy still had a deep expression of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, but no matter how he behaved the winner is in his hands, the atmosphere that permeated the entire city was still lingering. However, when the dawn came, only three of the 24 trainee-level professionals who went to the night raid returned in a state of embarrassment. I can't help feeling cold, reality is not a novel, when the enemy becomes completely invincible overnight, the biological instinct is more to generate the fear of running away rather than the courage to desperate, those regular soldiers still Being able to barely stand on the city wall, holding the blood-soaked sword tightly, resisting the urge to turn around and leave with a passionate expression of serving the country with loyalty, and those employed professionals... …… Except for a small number of second-year middle school youths who are in love with the princess, most of the others, including Punk and Kane who have already exchanged a piece of trainee knowledge, have already left the city wall far away! Those who are a little sober have already realized that this city can't support enough to kill fifty professionals to exchange for knowledge. If there is no reward, you have to take risks. Professions who put profits first will do such stupid things. So now they are all disguised as poor poor in a corner of the city near the city gate, ready to escape the doomed sinking ship of Conora City at any time.

Punk has cast a spell to cover up the magical aura on the robe, and now he is hiding among a group of refugees. The clothes disguised by magic make him look no different from those refugees in tatters, at least to fool some urgent people. There's more than enough hot-headed soldiers.

Punk kept looking down at the ground, his entire face was almost covered by the shadow of the hood, he manipulated a more advanced secret eye to watch McNezi standing with his hands behind his back on the city wall, still Some doubts, because no matter how you look at it, this formal mage who doesn't look like a bad person resolutely dips into the muddy water that will inevitably dry up is really out of line with the setting of the character.

but…………

It doesn't matter anymore.

Punk said to himself, although he did not gain as much knowledge as he imagined, but it is not a loss of money, at least...

Punk is closing his eyes, feeling the more full and solid azure magic power in his soul...

I upgraded again!

Wanting to evacuate is not so smooth, where is the ticket, where is the collection, yesterday I didn’t have a single collection, it’s really embarrassing, friends, please support some collections!