Chapter 191

The dark wizard Dunlop Gall, code-named "Flying Dragon", is a wild wizard in the traditional sense.

That is, the kind most despised by orthodox wizards who value inheritance.

He has no teacher, no inheritance, and the spells he has learned now are all patchwork or stealth, or directly snatched by spells that plunder memories, and even some spells that he created by fusing some special languages.

To put it another way, Xianxia, ​​he is a casual cultivator with no background or sect.

He himself, like his specialty of creation, is a "stitch monster".

But from another perspective, he was able to surpass all the "academic" wizards and become a powerful panic-level wizard despite all self-study. There is no doubt that talent, hard work and luck coexist.

Maybe let him have a serious teacher, and his achievements will far exceed what he is now.

But it's also possible that he's stifled his savage nature, causing him to fade away like a nondescript academic wizard.

But in fact, when Gall was still at the abnormal level, it was not that there were no more senior wizards throwing olive branches at him, wanting to turn this talented wild wizard into his disciple.

However, wild wizards also look down on those greenhouse flowers who learn spells directly from teachers or some wizarding schools and lack practice, and don't bother to be with them at all.

Moreover, Gal, who had already touched the blood feast at that time, didn't think that these people could really teach him anything.

His miscellaneous spells have long formed their own system, forming a set of his own theories and fighting methods, so he knows very well that changing these will only make him lose his greatest advantage.

Gal often says this: "One of my favorite things about my dragon Gar is saying no to people who think themselves right!"

Then he was frantically hunted down by those senior wizards who became angry.

Of course, after he gradually accumulated and broke through to the panic level through the transactions in the blood feast, those panic level wizards who had hunted him down were also killed by him one after another, and there were basically no people who could be his teachers.

But not without it.

One of the original behind-the-scenes founders of the blood feast, a destructive black wizard named Zikaku, once wanted to accept him into his wizard army, and did not hesitate to reveal his identity.

But Gall still refused, but this time the method was much more tactful.

After all, the level of destruction... is really unbeatable.

Fortunately, Chikaku has his own entire wizard army, and there is no shortage of people at all.

It's just a whim to take a fancy to this little panic-level, there's no need to lower your status, if you can't get along with him, the matter will be over.

Gall himself regretted it, but he didn't regret it.

Because since he became a dark wizard and chose the direction of his main attack, he has his own goals and dreams.

To sum it up in one sentence -

Oscar Wilde, God forever!

"I can tell at a glance that you are imitating Wilde. Although I haven't had the chance to see him in person, I am familiar with this outfit!"

Feilong winked, although through the mask, he could still see his excitement.

It is conceivable how he suppressed his excitement when he met his friend just now, pretending to be serious and giving routine warnings and explaining the rules.

As a wild wizard who has been struggling at the bottom all year round, Feilong doesn't have the coldness and elegance that wizards inherently image.

In the difficult low-level environment, without any support and background, in order to go further, he has never used any means, and the whole person is extremely smooth, and he has become proficient in the skills of talking to people and talking nonsense.

If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't be able to be the matchmaker who has both ways.

"This black robe is classic!"

"Orthodox black wizards should wear black robes. Thorn totems and sacrificial knives are a perfect match. As a disciple of the black emperor Augustus, Wilde is the real ancient orthodox black wizards. Those so-called academic schools will collapse as soon as they are beaten. , It’s simply a group of mentally retarded.”

Feilong lifted a corner on the shoulder of the newcomer in black robe in front of him, and praised.

He completely forgot his contempt for all orthodox wizards when he was cynical, and made no secret of his double standards.

"You're wearing a formal suit, right? Essence, this detail is too restored!"

"Wilde is such an elegant old gentleman. Killing people is like a ritual. No matter what time it is, he will never lose his grace."

Feilong's tone was envious and longing: "I heard that even when he was fighting with Joseph, he didn't lose his composure at all. He's really too strong!"

"And this mask, it's too iconic. I remember that's how Wilde got his nickname. Legend has it that when he was still a panic-level in his early years, he had an enmity with a destroyer-level. Although he escaped the pursuit, he destroyed the entire mask Face, wearing a mask to hide his face."

"Although I took revenge later, in order to remember this hatred and remind myself, I never took it off again."

Feilong enthusiastically commented on the attire of the new cosplayer Wilde in front of him, and by the way detailed the life story of "The Faceless Man with Black Scales".

Black Snake stood where he was and let the guy point and point, with a weird look in his eyes.

When he came here this time, he hardly concealed anything. Naturally, in the eyes of most people, Wilde had died at the hands of Joseph two years ago, so ostentatiously, no one would doubt that he really was.

In fact, this is indeed the case. After disguising his aura, most people who meet him think that he is pretending to be or an admirer of Wilde.

But I didn't expect to meet a real Wilde fan...

"And you are still of snake-human blood, which is really a natural advantage."

Feilong said with a tone of envy that the other party can stick to idols, without regret: "Even this dog of yours is too abrupt, completely ruining the whole temperament."

"Wow!"

The big white-haired dog let out a low growl in an instant, showing unkind eyes.

You are abrupt! You have no temperament!

Feilong's heart trembled, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying, but he disappeared immediately.

His eyelids twitched, looking at the big white dog who suddenly resumed his cuteness, he became vigilant.

This newcomer... doesn't seem to be easy.

But on the surface, he just smiled, gave a thumbs up, and said: "But this dog looks extraordinary at first glance, and has great potential hahaha!"

Black Snake reached out and touched the dog's head, but said indifferently: "It's called Grady."

Feilong saw that he didn't seem to want to talk about his idol Wilde with him, so he could only attribute it to the fact that the other party might be introverted and coquettish. Wearing this cosplay suit was already very shameful, and it didn't look like he would be executed in public.

Flying Dragon Gal expressed his understanding, coughed twice, pointed at the front door, and resumed his serious tone, saying: "Okay, this is the place for this blood feast, I will introduce you to them later..."

Black Snake nodded.

He has already sensed the ten panic-level blood feast participants inside the door.

But besides that, there are ten panic levels, and one...destruction level.

"Still an old acquaintance."

he smiled.