The White Wizard's efforts will yield a hundredfold rewards

"Hmph..."

"Blood Eagle Lord" Yadis snorted coldly, and a disdainful sneer came out of his nose, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Yadis saw Wizard Joyce and Wizard Malthus, who looked unmoved, and on the other side, the other four wizards representing the other four wizard academies were watching coldly, looking like they were watching a good show.

Simply tearing off the hypocritical face, Yadis said coldly:

"Oh, how do I do things, I don't need you seniors to teach me."

"Sir Joyce should consider how to deal with his affairs after his death. After more than a hundred years of hard work, you have raised a bunch of useless people."

"Presumably, these useless guys should be the ones that you, the old senior who likes to teach others, should teach the most."

"Hehe..."

"What's the harm in giving this fruit of life to you?"

"Waste is waste, even if you eat the fruit of life, You are also a waste. I want to see what good results you will get from emptying your family's wealth like this?"

..............

"Ahem..."

The white-haired Lord Joyce was still so calm and composed. He coughed a few times and responded lightly:

"It seems that the old bat has passed on his talent for talking to you, Yadis. You have learned a lot from him in talking, but I don't know how good your skills are."

"Boy, do you want to have a fight with real swords and guns? Fight? It would save us from waiting here in boredom."

"Okay, waiting here is really boring. It's great that Mr. Joyce is willing to give us young people some fighting experience. I support it..."

"I agree. We have nothing to do. We can exchange fighting experience..."

"Okay, I agree. It's just that I've been secluded for decades and my hands are itching. We can also exchange skills with each other. Yadis, count me in. After you and Mr. Joyce finish the competition, I also want to learn your skills... ......."

"Great, great, it's great that you two can have a friendly exchange. It's rare for us to get together. This is a grand event that hasn't happened in decades. I support it too........."

"Mr. Joyce, I haven't seen you fight for more than a hundred years. This time, it's just right to teach these juniors and let these young people who have never seen the world understand the style of their predecessors. I support it too. How about I be the referee?"

.............

When many formal wizards heard that they were going to do it for real, they immediately got excited.

They all spoke out in support, and some wanted to join in. You said something and I said something, and they all participated. It was so lively........

Hearing this, the guys who were indifferent, hanging their heads, and pretending that it had nothing to do with them just now were all shouting loudly, and Wizard Yadis's face gradually became gloomy. This was not the result he wanted.

Although Wizard Joyce was old, he was not dead or seriously injured.

For a formal wizard, as long as the body's functions have not completely collapsed until the last moment of life, the formal wizard's powerful mental power is enough to maintain his peak combat power.

An old wizard who has lived for more than 400 years, nearly 500 years, is still a famous first-level peak wizard. No one knows how many cards he still has hidden and how much strength he has.

What's more, the Plant Heart Wizard Academy has been able to stand firmly on the Misty Coast for hundreds of years, all thanks to the credit of Mr. Joyce. More than a hundred years ago, the three formal wizards of the Blood Castle attacked together, and they were all beaten to death and two seriously injured by him.

It can be said that the Plant Heart Wizard Academy founded by this Joyce wizard was completely based on the Blood Castle Wizard Academy as a stepping stone, stepping on the corpse of the Blood Castle.

It was also after that battle that the Blood Castle completely declined. Now there are only two formal wizards, a seriously injured old dean and Yadis, who became a formal wizard 50 years ago.

Yadis has not lived long enough, how could he really fight with Wizard Joyce? He just wanted to talk nonsense and mock this old enemy. After all, Wizard Joyce, no matter how awesome you are, you are about to die of old age, and no one will inherit your foundation. In the end, it is our Blood Castle Academy that will win.

.............

Yadis put on a smile again, and said to himself:

"Everyone, everyone, it's a joke, it's a joke............"

"How dare I fight with Mr. Joyce?"

"This is disrespectful. The tradition of our white wizards is to respect teachers and respect the elderly and love the young. I admire Mr. Joyce very much. Please don't put me in an unkind and unjust position............."

"Besides, before leaving, my old dean specifically told me to treat Mr. Joyce as a disciple. I have to respect the old seniors. How can I hurt the harmony by fighting and killing?"

"You said so, right, two old seniors?"

"Hehe..........."

"Don't ask me, I'm not your senior."

The Malthusian wizard touched his gray beard and said nonchalantly:

"You are also a dog-faced person. You are a formal wizard, and you don't even have any shame."

"So what if you just let Mr. Joyce beat you up? You won't lose a piece of meat. How can he beat you to death in front of everyone?"

.............

"Ha ha......."

"After all, we are all white wizards, and those present are all friends of the Seven Towers Alliance. I will definitely not do such a thing."

Wizard Joyce gently rubbed the dove egg-sized green gem on the off-white staff with his fingertips, and said with a smile:

"Yadis, I also competed with several of your senior wizards from the Castle of Blood back then. Your blood witchcraft is very unique. I believe that more than a hundred years have passed, and you must have made great progress."

"How about we compete with each other on two moves, and I will give you a review to see how your blood witchcraft has changed, and how similar is it to the level of the blood bats back then?"

............

"Ha ha......"

Yadis quickly laughed and tried to change the subject.

"Sir Joyce, that's not necessary. If you want to see the progress of Blood Castle, these little brats below will give you a show."

"I think there is no problem with the lottery this time, so let's do it. Our two families will go to the misty forest to have a battle, which can also be used to verify how much true inheritance these younger wizards have obtained."

"Ahem..."

"Time is up!"

"Just in time, let's work together to open the secret realm of the elves. Don't delay the business..."