Several therapists reacted first, rushing into the enchantment, looking at the injuries of their companions.

The enchanters retreated to suppress the enchantment, and then the crowd of eating melons reacted. Although the bright pastors who were watching were unhappy, they had nothing to say. After all, Beta did win in the light duel. Although the means are more deliberate, one person against more than 20 people, even if they are clever, wins beautifully.

A large group of bright priests have left in succession, and there is a mature magician in the Hall of the Aliens, asking the master middle-aged warrior next to him: "What is his melee ability?"

"Very strong!" Said the middle-aged soldier faintly: "The foundation is very solid, and the moves are superficial on the surface, but his movement and fighting consciousness are very strong. Obviously people who have worked hard can see that, He is better at swordsmanship, his pace is light, this is the way of one-handed swords. If he has a sword in his hands, these people will be dead, and the battle will be solved even after a minute. "

"Demon and martial arts?" The old magician was somewhat surprised: "The magic elements surrounding him are very refined and his spirit is very stable. He is better than me in the way of magic. Now you say he is also very good at swordsmanship and he is so young ... a genius? "

The middle-aged battle cried out: "It can only be like this, dare to 'shot' to Ms. Tina, how can I do without some strength."

All professionals know that a simple magician is not terrible, but if the magician is not only magically powerful, but also has close combat ability, then the meaning is completely different.

Many people who work together in magic and martial arts are too diligent because they are too distracted. But if there are real people, no matter the magic or the melee ability, they are very powerful, and the meaning brought by them is totally different.

For example, when the soldier wore anti-magic equipment, he rushed to the front of the magician with a lot of scars. At first sight, the man was going to be slashed to death, but the other person suddenly dialed out a sword to fight against you and resisted. After a few swords, the distance was widened, and another wave of magic came over, and suddenly there was a feeling of despair.

Either the two magicians fight each other for magic, they are on a par with each other, the magic power on both sides is exhausted, the magic has no power, it is considered a draw, but the other person suddenly takes out the sword, tears off the magic robe, and has a muscle, like A lion rushed over.

Such a situation, just thinking about it makes people feel scared.

"No wonder it's so proud." The old magician sighed, and there was no mentality and tone of looking at idiots yesterday.

When Beta first arrived yesterday, she seemed very 'proud'. Although these professionals knew that he was a master magician, they always felt that this little white face was a 'grass bag' built up by family resources. Too young, after all.

There are many master magicians in the sanctuary. There is nothing strange, but the people who really understand the magic of martial arts are not weak. You can see from the battle just now that this kid is absolutely in battle.

In this world, strength is everything.

Those who have the ability, blame a little more, others feel normal.

For a time, almost everyone in the Hall of the Aliens changed their views on Beta.

Beta came out, Doro ran up, patted Beta's shoulder, and admired and said only two words: "Great."

Beta smiled. "Just so much."

"Go, I invite you to drink." Dolo hooked Beta's neck and went out.

When the Lord was gone, the crowds on the sidelines gradually dispersed.

Then, at night, people throughout the sanctuary heard of Cook Green.

The Pope and the Virgin also heard his name.

If Beta had stayed at Tina for the night last night, they could have alarmed the two, but this was not what Beta wanted.

Relying on women's superiority and relying on their own strengths are completely different.

After drinking with Dolo, in the afternoon, Beta appeared in the Hall of the Others again. The taunting sight was completely gone. Now most people have become normal and even curious about him.

Beta still took out a book and sat reading it alone.

It didn't take long for a strong magician to come up, he reached out his hand, and smiled kindly: "Know, Seaman, Shabak."

"Cook Green, Ragshire."

Beta stood up, shook hands with the strong wizard, and he said, "Hieman, this name gives me a very strong feeling, but you are actually a master."

"Well, my father hopes that I can become a knight." Seaman smiled softly. "As a result, I lived up to his expectations. Mage is never as powerful as a soldier, isn't it?"

"Not as sensitive as a thief."

Beta answered, and the two laughed. This is the tacit understanding between magicians, the subtext is: but we are all smarter than them.

With the secret code, the relationship between the two immediately got closer.

Seaman asked with curiosity: "Your mental strength is very good, and your melee ability is also very good. How can you train it out? As far as I know, you can use it with one heart and one mind. In addition to Elves, there are special dwarves. It ’s almost impossible for us humans to grow outside monsters. "

"Well ... I'm actually a Dragon Warlock." Beta smiled slightly.

Oh I got it.

Heman suddenly realized that this made sense.

Something like blood is spreading in this world. But in the eyes of players, that's the same thing.

After all, there are templates for the sons of gold. Their abilities are already stronger than most intelligent creatures, and there is a saying that they can adjust the character's growth tendency when generating characters according to their own wishes, and they will not waste talents and abilities.

Knowing that Beta was a Dragon Warlock, Seaman became even more enthusiastic.

The two chatted casually about their knowledge and knowledge of magic. In the evening, Hieman took the initiative to leave and returned to his small group.

After leaving the hall, Inman and three companions sat in the tavern.

"How are you chatting with our new guy?" The middle-aged soldier took a sip of wine and asked, "Is there any potential to pull him into the team?"

"Dragon Warlock, what do you say?" Seaman sighed. "It's so great. I'm afraid he won't join us."

A thief-like youth said: "But we have a powerful shield warrior like Bradley here, and you. Plus us, there is no stronger team in the Hall of the Aliens than us."

The middle-aged soldier waved his hand, showing modesty.

"The problem is that the two mages are in conflict." Seaman said with some worry.

Another archer-like young man said: "What's the matter then? Recruit a few more people, and there will never be too many powerful mages."

This archer makes sense, as long as the funds and materials are sufficient, the more magicians naturally, the better.

Seaman asked, "So, what conditions should we prescribe?"

The middle-aged soldier Bradley thought about it and said, "Just come by my treatment. Although he is young, he is at least a master, and he has strong melee skills. When he goes out, even if he is entangled by a thief, It would be too weak. We don't need to spend too much energy to protect him. "

Seaman smiled bitterly: "I'm the same as a burden."

"It's true to some extent," Bradley laughed, "especially after you've run out of magic."

Seaman laughed. "So, I'll get in touch with him tomorrow, and now everyone has a bar."

The four raised their glasses.

The Pope's Hall.

The old-fashioned Pope is standing on the balcony and watching the night view outside the sanctuary. He is wearing casual clothes. Although the skin on his face has been wrinkled like a ditch, his pupils are still bright and there is no chaos like the old man .

"According to the information we have found, this Cook-Green is indeed a Lagoon man." A cardinal holding a piece of parchment and said behind the pope continued: "Also, he is Nadette. The people introduced are the same as Dolo. But the potential is much higher than Dolo. "

"The person Nadette introduced should be credible." The old pope was already 152 years old, and he still looked out the window and continued: "But he can't believe it. About him and Tina, I want Dig deep, until nothing can be dug. "

The Archbishop Red asked with some concern: "Ms. Tina obviously likes him, and you can see from the report submitted by Jelena. If you check too much, will you push Ms. Tina to the holy place? On the female side, although she is now neutral, she has a good relationship with the Virgin. "

"Tina is the genius of the samurai. She is also the only samurai who has the potential to reach the legendary level for more than a hundred years. Only she has the possibility to inherit the mantle of Faraday. We must protect her no matter where she ends up towards the saint. Female, still facing us, she is the most important core strength of the future bright temple. Once she breaks through the legend, at least it can guarantee that our high-end warfare will not be missing for three hundred years ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ her safety and security Growth is far more important than winning or losing for both of us. "

The archbishop nodded and understood.

Almost the same time in the Virgin Temple.

Dressed in white, the curvy maiden was bathing, and her blush was simple and simple: "Briggie, check the details of Cook Green, even if Tina is upset, you have to check."

"But this may allow Tina to fall to the Pope's side."

The lady covered her mouth and yawned softly: "It doesn't matter. She can become a legendary samurai in the future. I don't allow anyone to influence her mind. If this Cook-Green really wants to live with her, It ’s a good thing for Tina. Bright belief, it ’s impossible to fully understand the teachings alone, and you have to live and experience, but if this Cook-Green has something to do, even if Tina is upset, I ’ll have to Kill her. Otherwise he would distort Tina's bright faith. "

"By comparison, our dispute with the Pope is not a big deal at all."