Vol 2 Chapter 473: return

Grey Rain Country, Division of Thinking of Truth.
Unlike other regions, the tender season is when the gray rain country is the darkest, because in this rainy season, the patter of gray rain in the gray rain country often falls for a week or two. It is said that it lasted for a period of time in history. The longest "gray rain" lasted for the entire tender season. That time, the wizard's union even had to send spellcasters to help the farmers drain away the "floods" accumulated in the fields.
This time, the gray rain in the tender season is not too big. Even if it rains all day long, the rain that falls on the ground is continuous light rain. Although due to the dense rain, the gray rain country was originally shrouded by dark clouds all year round. Almost completely fell into a state of complete ambiguity, but compared to the floods caused by rain, such a light rain is just right.
In the Truth Thoughts Division of Ash Swamp, the casters who have studied spells for ten years will not care about these common rains. For them, the entire Ash Swamp is muddy and wet all year round, even if No amount of rain.
Now in the quiet mission hall, the apprentices are more concerned about a figure standing in the middle of the hall.
Whether it is an apprentice-level apprentice or a formal-level instructor, every mage who passes by that figure will respectfully perform a standard mage etiquette.
The reason why the mages did this is obvious—because the old figure is no one else, he is the most powerful spellcaster in the branch—Master Kirkweilun.
Because of the existence of this smiling old man, the entire Mission of Truth Hall was silent at this time. No apprentice dared to laugh and noisy as usual, and almost everyone walked around with their heads down.
The pressure of a master-level power on others is too great, even if Kirkweilun did not reveal his coercion at all, but his identity alone is enough to make all the apprentices afraid to speak up.
No one knows why this all-round nineteenth-level spellcaster will be smiling at this hall-level station all morning today, but this kind of abnormal situation can still make all the wizards with or without tasks choose to leave the hall in a hurry.
The atmosphere of the Thinking of Truth Division is too depressing. In this hall illuminated by fluorescent balls, even if Kirk Willen’s smile looks full of kindness and warmth, the apprentices still inevitably have a kind of breathless discomfort. illusion.
Now even the formal tutors are speeding up the pace of dealing with things as much as possible, and those apprentices who leave the hall after handing in the task and talking are quite normal.
"How could a senior mentor appear in the mission hall, he is standing there and I dare not hand in the mission."
A young apprentice buried his head and walked quickly towards the door of the mission hall. He looked like he had just handed in the mission and was about to leave, but the walk that was almost a trot had exposed his panic.
Behind him, a timid young girl apprentice dragged the boy's robe with his fingers and followed it, seeing that there was no joy on her face for completing the task. After all, now Master Kirkweilun is watching the direction of the door with a smile. Undoubtedly, the girl apprentice has the illusion of being targeted by a master-level powerhouse.
"Come on, master-level powerhouses are not something we can talk about."
"Hmm".
The young man walking in the front nodded in agreement. He firmly clenched a bag of magic materials that he had just exchanged from the hall and walked out of the door to see the cold sweat on his forehead. If there is no accident, just leave Kirk Weilun. In the sight of him, the two little mages, the male and the female, would definitely run away in the mud.
But the two young girls failed to step through the door.
As soon as the headed boy stepped forward, his body directly hit a transparent barrier.
The strong reaction force caused him to fall on the stone steps of the mission hall, and the girl mage who followed the boy also tripped over the boy's robe.
"Ouch"! !
As the bag came out, a whole bag of "frost white stones" was scattered directly on the stone steps in the hall, and the young mage, who was sitting on a sharp frost white buttock, had a sore mouth crooked.
But... no matter how painful they were, the horrified teenagers and girls would stare at nothing in the next second.
Because... I saw them next to their heads... A light purple ball that didn't know when was slowly floating up and down in the air.
"Master Class Conjuration Spells-Kinetic Blasting"!
Even if you don’t know what spell you are facing, the two apprentice-level wizards can still feel the terrifying energy contained in the spell. There is no doubt at all, as long as the light ball blasts gently, more than the two of them The head will turn to fly ash on the spot, and all apprentices below the official level in the entire hall will inevitably not be spared.
In just an instant, the entire mission hall seemed to freeze in an instant. Except for the reception golem of the mechanical mission description, all the apprentices and official mages stood in place with cold hands and feet, and lasted more than ten seconds, which was huge. The mission hall was stunned that no one dared to move a little bit.
The young man sitting on the stone steps clasped the trembling girl mage with his arms, and slowly raised his head to look at the dim gate.
Then, he and all the wizards who looked at the door were shocked to see the cold figure standing in the middle of the door blocking the sunlight at the door.
It was a spellcaster wearing a black robe with red stripes. The hideous staff on the opponent's back exuded a strange aura all the time, and the hood with the lower brim almost concealed the opponent. The whole face, through the shadows, can only see the cold blue pupils under the hood.
There is no doubt that at this moment, standing at the door, the young mage who bounced off the door eager to rush out, and the powerful caster who released a master spell in an instant-it is punk!
"It's really a grand welcome... When did the apprentice who talked about truth and thinking become so reckless"?
Taking a cold look at the two apprentice-level young wizards sitting on the ground tremblingly, Punk frowned slightly.
The vigilant habit he has cultivated throughout the year makes Punk unable to tolerate any sudden approach of material or energy. Just now, he was actually planning to quietly enter the mission hall and hand over the task of "Slaying the Dragon", but suddenly crashed into his two little wizards. It stirred the nerves of punk, and now it seems that the "kinetic energy blasting" released by his conditioned reflex has frightened the entire hall-level wizard.
But punk is not a person who cares about this problem. Even if he sees the mages in the whole hall standing on the spot, punk still shook his head slightly nonchalantly.
In fact, the moment he entered the door, Punk knew that his low-key was meaningless~EbookFREE.me~ Originally, his core purpose of hiding his breath was not to run into troublesome Kirk Weilun, but now it seems... Lun Du was already standing right in the middle of the hall waiting for him, and he didn't even think about avoiding anything!
But... it doesn't matter if you can't escape!
You know, the current punk is also a powerful spellcaster at level nineteen, and his hole cards have reached an endless stream. Even Ovakin and Southend have been killed successfully. At this moment, he will still Fear that a Kirkweilun will fail.
Thinking of this, the emboldened punk simply spilled the terrifying "kinetic energy blasting" indifferently, and then he walked directly into the hall like this.
Anyway, the goal of punk's return is to hand over the "Dragon Slaying Mission" and obtain the exchange points. As for Kirk Weilun waiting here for what he has to say... Then let him talk. ...
　　
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