In the small valley near the wizard's tower, it is neither hot nor sunny, and the warm wind blowing is mixed with the smell of ripe grapes and lush green grass.

On this quiet, secluded meadow, Thorne was lying on the verdant grassy slopes with his head crossed and his legs crossed, looking at the bright sky, his slightly frowning expression indicated that he had encountered some incomprehensible problem.

As he mused, he watched the flocks of crows and ravens: they clucked unpleasantly and flew north.

Andrina leaned on Thorne's chest, her long black shiny hair spread all over her body, she saw that she threw a small piece of grass she was playing with on his face, and then got up and said softly, "What are you thinking? "

Looking at Andrina, whose messy hair was blowing gently with the breeze on her delicate cheeks, Thorne blew a breath at a grass that fell on his nose, then straightened up and stared at the woman in front of him quietly. Warlock:

The collar of the cloak draped over his body has been undone, revealing a smooth and white jade neck and a string of shimmering necklaces. With a slightly undulating belly slipping onto the grass.

Looking at the gentle and pleasant face in front of him, Thorne seemed to remember something, and couldn't help laughing and joking: "It's nothing, I was just wondering if you will become like the eccentric wizard in this gathering in the future, In that case, I may suffer in the future."

"That's not certain." Andrina giggled like a little girl.

Then he stretched out his hand to fasten the collar of the cloak, wrapped the belt around his waist again, and closed the buckle. Then he winked at Thorne with playful eyes, and said fiercely:

"If you make me angry one day, maybe I will be stimulated to change my personality and become like those old witches."

"Then I must be careful in the future." Thorne got up from the **** and took her hand: "Let's go, things are done, let's go to the Wizard's Tower and return to Fallstown immediately."

"Yeah." Andrina grabbed Thorne's hand to help get up, and then looked down at the meeting direction, where the crowd was crowded and noisy, just like a lively vegetable market.

She brushed her hair behind her ears and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, all I received this time were soul spar transformed from some dead undead creatures, and no wizards sold pure earth elemental souls."

"I'll have a chance in the future... I'll take you to Sept City or the Wizarding Union in the middle of the continent to acquire it when I have time." Thorne paused for a moment, then changed his words.

"Okay, that's the only way." Andrina smiled at Thorne, suddenly as if remembering something, then took his hand and continued: "Son, what are you doing at the wizard's tower? Will the people in the tower allow you to go in?"

"I want to confirm a guess in my heart, satisfy my curiosity, take a look and let's go." Thorne held her smooth little hand and smiled confidently: "I have a Malvasia to give to me. As long as I show this token, they will definitely welcome me in."

"Then let's go, things are done, let's go back to the waterfall as soon as possible." Anderina put on the hood on her cloak again, covering her pretty face, and replied.

"Go back as soon as possible, why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Thorne held Anderina's right hand, smiled and glanced at the delicate body shrouded in the cloak, and blurted out a few words.

"Of course I'm ready..."

Halfway through her words, Andrina suddenly understood what he meant, and a blush appeared on her charming face.

"Thorn, you've gone bad." The sorceress smacked the Ranger lightly in humiliation, and with the flashing of long eyelashes, a beautiful white eye appeared in front of him.

The two walked down the hillside, strolled through the blossoming vineyards and dense hedges, passed through a green forest, and once again came to the center of this valley where wizards from all over the continent gathered.

Just as Thorne was about to drag Andrina through the 'Witcher's Asylum', a shout from the shade of a tree stopped them.

In the mottled tree shadow, a slender, small, stunning-looking witch was looking at the two with a smile, and immediately waved at the moment when the two turned around.

Thorne looked carefully and found that the young human witch had smiling black pupils, smooth black hair, and a dress that seemed to be covered with countless shining and dancing flowers on the chest.

Beside the witch, there are five wizards, young or old, as if they were communicating something.

"You know her?" Thorne put his questioning eyes on Andrina.

"I know, the blood of the red dragon and the method of transferring to a dragon vein warlock were purchased from her. I didn't expect her to come here."

Seeing that familiar face, Andrina's expression changed, as if recalling something unpleasant.

"Her name is Melis, and she is a witch with high-level strength. She seems to be from the Wizarding League. Her personality is very incompatible with her face. In short, don't talk to her at will, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." Andrina solemnly reminded Thorne.

"I see." Thorne smiled nonchalantly.

The two walked towards the shade together.

"Oh, dear Andrina, it's really you! My poor child, half a year ago, I heard that there was misfortune here. I rushed there in a hurry, but I couldn't find you. I thought you had already suffered an accident. , I am so happy to see you again."

Seeing Andrina approaching, the witch Melis flashed her black eyes and greeted her directly, then gave her a warm hug, and then put her slender little hand around her neck and caressed her gently. Soft black hair.

Seeing such an enthusiastic witch, Thorne noticed a very unnatural expression in Andrina's expression.

Apparently, she was a little repulsive to this passionate witch.

In other words, there may have been some unpleasant things happened between the two of them.

"Hello, Ms. Melis, long time no see." Andrina gave a symbolic hug, parted immediately, and returned to Thorne to greet her.

"It's been a long time indeed, the beautiful Ms. Andrina." As soon as the voice fell, a gentle male voice came from behind the witch Melis:

"I'm really sorry, I didn't stay by your side for the first time in that disaster, beautiful lady, please give me a chance to redeem my sins."

Thorne followed the voice.

It was found to be a young wizard in a black robe, his silk robe trimmed with finely cut fur, and in his right hand he was holding a staff made of gleaming red metal with three inlaid ends at the end of the staff. golden ring.

After the young wizard finished speaking, he walked up to Andrina with a pretense of grace, gave a standard gentleman's ceremony, and then slightly bowed and stretched out his right hand in a noble manner ready to kiss his hand.

Seeing that Thorne's expression here gradually became bad, his right hand unconsciously touched the position of the sword hilt.

In this world, the object of the kissing ceremony must at least be a noble lady, and most of the kisses must be on the other party's ring symbolizing marriage. If it is a noble noble lady, she usually kneels down.

But with women of lesser status, the etiquette amounts to a show of affection, and is only done by couples in a relationship.

The wizards standing around looked at them with interest, and it could be seen from their expressions that the behavior of the young wizards was quite interesting.

Andrina really wanted to reject it in a cold voice like last time, but this time was different from the past. Last time, she relied on her identity as a player and didn't care about offending anyone. The big deal was deleting her account and retraining.

It's different this time, it's a real world and everyone is responsible for what they say and do.

Although she can hide directly behind Thorne, it is easy to resolve the embarrassment, and then let the other party do the embarrassment alone. But she is also very clear that the consequence of doing so is that this shield is likely to be retaliated by the other party.

Just when she felt embarrassed, Andrina suddenly noticed that her sweaty little hand was gently held, so she immediately looked up at Thorne beside her.

The eyes met, and she found that the other party shook her head slightly, and nodded again. That look seemed to tell himself: Don't worry, the wizard in front of him is like a clown who can be kicked away by him.

Seeing this, Anders Lena's dangling heart suddenly relaxed.

"I'm sorry, just like I answered last time, I'm not familiar with you, and I'm not interested in you, so please don't be sentimental here." Andrina replied coldly.

In order to avoid Thorne's misunderstanding, she deliberately increased the tone of the words "the same answer as last time".

After speaking, he took the opportunity to embrace Thorne's arm affectionately, the meaning is self-evident.

Several wizards watching the fun looked at the black-robed wizard with rich facial expressions, and even one couldn't help snickering.

At the same time, the gentle smile of the witch named Melis involuntarily froze on her face, and her smiling black eyes locked on Thorne's body.

The young black-robed wizard frowned and looked at Thorne beside Anderina, his gloomy and thin face was contemptuous, and his behavior also revealed ruthlessness and contempt.

Immediately afterwards, the embarrassed young wizard clenched the red metal staff in his hand and pointed towards Thorne at a very fast speed, and a faint magic light surged out.

Thorne, who had focused his attention on the wizard for a long time, was naturally well prepared.

"Clang!"

Just as he waved his staff, a sharp sword that shone with pale blue light in the sunlight suddenly unsheathed, emitting a clear sword groan, splitting the wizard's staff and interrupting his spellcasting.

The handsome wizard quickly retracted his hand and looked angrily at the half-elf who shot out, only to find that the tip of the sword flickering with cold light was only a few centimeters away from his nose.

"Don't touch him, there is an accidental trigger spell on his robe, and there is also a powerful attack spell." Andrina told Thorne using spells.

Thorne nodded slightly, obviously aware of this, but still did not mean to withdraw the sword.

"Young Mr. Wizard, do you want to use your staff to have a sword fight with me?" Thorne patted Andrina's worried little hand, looked at the cold wizard, and said in a playful tone.

The red-faced wizard carefully moved away from the ranger's sword tip, turned to face Andrina, and suddenly roared irrationally:

"Why!? I can't compare to this half-elf!? He is only a low-class person, how can he compare to us noble wizards."

The handsome wizard's loud shout drew snickers from a group of young wizards nearby, mixed with sighs and whistles in shock.

Other wizards followed the sound and gathered around, ready to watch the confrontation that was about to take place. Other wizards who set up stalls wisely put away their wares and ran to safety.

"Crazy." Andrina glanced at the almost irrational young wizard, too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

Sorceress Melis behind the wizard frowned when she saw this embarrassing scene.

Immediately looking at Thorne's eyes flashed a playful color, the slender fingers hidden in the sleeves were preparing a spell at a very fast speed.

Just when a spell similar to mind control was about to hit the opponent, an invisible protective barrier suddenly surged around the target to offset the attack for him.

"Yo, yo, yo, look who it is, isn't this Melis from the Wrath of Destruction Tower in the Wizarding League, everyone, come and see, what is she doing? Wow! It turned out to be mother and son together. Teaming up to bully a young couple, can the rules here really be trampled by you?" A yin and yang strange voice sounded.

Everyone looked around, and suddenly found a man with a bright tattooed bald head in the sun and a red robe covering his whole body was watching the performance with great interest.

The Wizarding League meets the Red Robe Wizards.

Both are forces composed of wizards, and because of the overlapping of related magical interests, the two sides are on the same page.

At this small gathering, the eyes of both the old and the young wizards all showed a very interested look.

At the same time, these melon-eating wizards seemed to have received orders at the same time, expanding the surrounding circle several times in an orderly manner, and some of them had already set up protection spells for themselves in advance.

Obviously, they don't want to be the unlucky person under the influence of spells.

"You and I both know the consequences of our fight, get out!" The witch Melis gave the red-robed wizard a cold look.

"That's such a pity, the people of the Wizarding Union are as rumored, they are all a group of shrinking turtles who look forward to the future."

The red-robed wizard's expression loosened, and he made a playful sarcasm, and like a tortoise with its head shrinking, he quickly hid in the crowd and stopped making a sound.

When the melon eaters saw that the fun was gone, they booed and murmured endlessly.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Andrina breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately pulled Thorne to leave.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, the witch stopped the footsteps of the two leaving.

"Miss Andrina, I think you should be very clear. If it wasn't for my child who liked you, do you think you would be able to get the blood of the Red Dragon and the Bloodline Transformation Ceremony of the Advanced Dragon Warlock?" The wizard no longer had the enthusiasm he had when he first met, and there was a slight chill in his tone.

"Half sale, half giveaway?" Andrina looked stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting such a meaning hidden in the deal that the two had talked so much about.

"Then what do you want?" Thorne signaled that Andrina didn't have to worry, then interrupted the next words the witch was about to brew, and asked straight to the point.

"Arrogant half-elf, do you know who you are talking to?" The witch asked Thorne arrogantly, looking at Thorne with a lofty dignity.

Thorne was too lazy to answer the question of the witch, his eyes flickered, suddenly staring at the dejected young wizard, and said:

"Since you're a wizard from the Tower of Destruction, you must be very skilled at throwing fireballs. Are you interested in giving it a try? If I win, the so-called half-sale and half-sale that sounds ridiculous in your mouth will be voided, you see. how?"

Hearing that the half-elves were going to have a fireball throwing match with a wizard who was proficient in the energy system, the wizards onlookers burst into cheers again.

Some wizards who were about to leave also stopped involuntarily and turned around.

"It seems that I dare not, then forget it. A weak chicken like you is destined to hide in your mother's skirt for the rest of your life and dare not come out."

Seeing the black-robed wizard sitting beside the witch, bowing his head and keeping silent, Thorne smiled slightly at Anderina and pulled her to leave.

"Oh hoo! The wizard of the Tower of Destruction dare not throw fireballs in a match with a half-elf who may not even be able to cast spells! This is too funny!"

A red-robed wizard with a bright head poked out from the crowd. His surprised tone and eyes were as if he saw a small goblin holding a wooden stick and shivering in fear of a group of ogres holding a mace.

Soon, snickers and whistles mixed with shock echoed through the wizarding crowd.

Facts have proved that people who eat melons are indispensable everywhere, even wizards who are high in the eyes of the world are no exception.

As wizards specializing in plastic energy spells, fireball is naturally their best skill, and now being mocked nakedly, the black-robed wizard's face has turned even redder.

He glanced at the interested onlookers around him, and found that they were all mocking, and even the little followers who admired him looked down on him.

So with the nod of the witch, he got up in a hurry, so excited that he almost fell to the ground and stopped the figure of the two leaving.

"Arrogant and ignorant half-elf, stop for me! I'll test you!"

Thorne shrugged indifferently, looked at Anderina, and walked towards the edge of the canyon together.

It was too easy for him to provoke a young and vigorous little wizard.

When they came to the high **** from the bottom of the valley, there were already many wizards who came to watch.

On this high slope, the young wizards were still practicing throwing fireballs, but when the black-robed wizard with a red metal staff came here, the scene suddenly became silent, which seemed to indicate that the wizard had already been there. Famous in fireball throwing competitions.

When everyone looked at another challenger half-elf, their eyes suddenly became playful, and they were full of suspicion and puzzlement.

Because they didn't find any magic fluctuations in this half-elf with two swords hanging from his waist.

Among them, a small number of high-level wizards also began to wonder what the half-elf was relying on, and even dared to take the initiative to throw fireballs with a wizard who was proficient in evocation spells.

"Go away, half-elf!" The black-robed wizard waved his red metal staff in disdain and shouted to Thorne, "Do you want to die in the flames of fireball?"

"Just be happy." Thorne replied casually, leading Andersina to a safe area.

"Bat tongue, smell of sulphur, please allow me to utter these mysterious words, I hope to be there, let the pure air burst into flames!"

The black-robed wizard gave Thorne a contemptuous look, leaned his staff against the crook of his arm, and chanted the spell in a low voice, then he waved his hands and swiftly drew the spell's gesture.

After a moment.

A huge purple-red ball appeared out of thin air on the grass. The fireball hissed and burst into flames, casting a huge orange-red shadow on the grass. The flame core kept falling like raindrops.

The heat pricked the cheeks of the onlookers, who cheered in shock.

As the whistling stopped, the black-robed wizard panted heavily, looked at Thorne and sneered: "Ignorance half-elf, I'm curious how you can let out a decent fireball, shouldn't you use flint and steel."

"How is it possible, I think he is going to use the double swords around his waist to rub the sparks, hahaha..." a wizard in the crowd shouted loudly.

In an instant, most of the wizards burst into laughter.

Only a few high-level wizards sensed something was wrong.

Not only did they feel a strong self-confidence in this half-elf, but they also discovered the energy of Qi floating around.

In other words, this half-elf definitely has a way to release fireballs.

"Am I lucky enough to enjoy your awesome performance, half-elf?" The black-robed wizard sneered bitterly when he saw Thorne stepping forward.

"Young man, the definition of mastery in magic is knowing when you're not going to use that power, not just to show it off here."

Thorne recalled the tone of the goblin wizard who taught others to learn magic, and mocked the black-robed wizard earnestly.

The black-robed wizard listened to Thorne's words and sneered again: "Then you're not going to perform this trivial spell for us? Your Excellency the half-elf wizard? Please also explain to us what the real way of arcane art is."

"It's so funny that a half-elf who doesn't even master spells wants to explain the way of arcane arts to a wizard." A group of young and vigorous wizards laughed.

However, the laughter soon stopped, as they found their mentors frowning at them.

"Go away." Thorne waved his hand and returned to the other party with the same tone: "Do you also want to die in the flames of fireball?"

The black-robed wizard gave him a disdainful look and walked away.

Feeling the countless gazes on him, Thorne took a deep breath, slowly adjusted the energy of Qi in his body, and stretched out his left hand.

- "Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

As soon as his thoughts moved, a fireball the size of a washbasin quickly condensed and formed, and he immediately condensed the energy of Qi and gathered towards the fireball.

"Could this half-elf be a demon warlock?" In the group of wizards, knowledgeable high-level wizards exclaimed and doubted, and there were countless discussions.

In this way, about half an hour passed in Thorne's careful condensing.

When he exhausted the energy of fireball and air in all spell-like abilities to the bottom, an extremely huge fireball finally formed and appeared above the grass, and its heat could even burn the cheeks of onlookers.

The surrounding wizards fell silent involuntarily, and it could be seen from their expressions that this huge fireball had given them a strong shock.

Then, under Thorne's control, the fireball fell from the sky like the sun.

Some of the young wizards shouted loudly, some covered their eyes, and some even put a protective force field on themselves.

With a whistling sound, the fireball quickly swept through the stunned crowd, and a dazzling white flash erupted, and the infinite energy sprayed flames and threw it furiously to the distant horizon.

As the hot smoke dissipated, everyone could see the grass baked by the fireball.

At least there was grass a moment ago, and now only scorched weeds remain.

Watching the witch and her son leave quietly, and when Thorne was about to leave the silent crowd, a light blue circle of light appeared in front of the two of them.

As the light dissipated, a middle-aged wizard shrouded in gray robes appeared in front of everyone.

"It's the high-level wizards of the wizard tower. Why did they suddenly come out today?" A well-informed wizard saw the mark on his shoulder and immediately recognized the person's identity.

The voice of discussion resounded in the crowd again.

Obviously, the appearance of this sorcerer is a little weird.

"You know me?" Thorne said subconsciously when he saw the middle-aged wizard fix his gaze on himself.

"Your Excellency the half-elf, our tower owner has invited two of us to the wizard's tower." The wizard in gray robes invited Thorne very politely.

"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way." Thorne froze for a moment, put away the quaint coins in his hand, and replied.

"Please." The gray-robed wizard bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to make an invitation. As soon as he finished speaking, an oval-shaped portal appeared in front of the two of them.

Thorne and Andrina looked at each other and stepped directly in.

Vaguely, he again heard the chaos of the wizard group discussing the true identities of the two of them.

As the surrounding scenery disappeared, replaced by a constantly changing blur of gray shadows.

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The first floor of the tower.

There is no one person in the empty hall, only a hazy and illusory statue in the center, which is quite desolate.

Suddenly, behind the statue, a light blue wave of light appeared on a portal made of a lot of precious gems and secret materials.

When the light gradually dissipated, Thorne and Andrina stepped out of the circle.

"Does this person seem familiar?" Thorne looked at the statue in front of him and said to the sorceress beside him.

This vague statue can only prove that she is a human woman by the long hair and clothes that fall down to the waist.

But for him, there was a sense of deja vu.

At the same time, the speculation in his heart was finally confirmed.

"It turns out that she is the Lord of Winter, the founder of this city."

Andrina looked back, remembering the words she had just talked with Thorne to the legendary wizard Kaladena who lived on the top floor of the wizard tower, and all the doubts in her heart were suddenly resolved.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back too." Thorne patted her on the shoulder and glanced at the blurred statue again.

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