Chapter 716

"What's the matter, elder Brent? How did you get beaten like this? "

"Yes, it looks like being hit in the face with a chair, but with the strength of elder Brent, how can someone hit in the face with a chair?"

"Is it because elder Brent likes to use his hand on female mages, and then he is plotted to revenge?"

"I deserve it. I want to slap the chair on the face of the old man!"

Seeing that Brent was beaten like this, the magicians were surprised, and more of them were Schadenfreude, including some curse of female magicians.

"It's the essence of this face. It makes my tone come out together." Crassus looked at Brent's face in amazement, happy.

People are talking. Brent wakes up. Seeing Amy's subconscious reaction, he calms down the first floor of the mage tower.

The magicians looked at Amy holding McGonagall's hand strangely. Could they say that Lord Brent was beaten by Amy?

You know Brent is a top ten wizard!

No matter how talented Amy is, she is no more than a level five magician. The gap between Amy and the great magician is just like a gap.

Kola, who came downstairs in a dejected mood, was stunned to see this scene. If even uncle Brent was beaten like this by this little bit, what kind of gap is there between them?

"Little Amy, you beat the fat man?" Crassus looked at Amy in surprise and asked. He didn't mean to blame at all. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it.

Richard glanced at Amy and his brow was wrinkled. There are only a few people in the world who can beat Brent in the wizard tower without being found by him, but obviously not including this half elf kid. He said coldly, "Brent, what's the matter?"

Brent, with his head in his arms and eyes closed, shivered and looked up at Richard and the magicians around him. Then he realized that he was no longer in the dark room. He went straight into a pool of mud and sat down on the ground. He looked at Richard weakly and said: "that woman... That woman has come to Luodu, she..."

"Shut up." Richard's eyes flashed a dangerous light, interrupted Brent's words, and turned to Amy. "What does it have to do with her?"

Brent realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said. He shrunk his head and looked at Amy. The way she raised the chair and patted him in the face flashed through his mind. His voice became a little sharp: "this kid hit me, patted me in the face with the chair."

"No, I didn't. You're talking nonsense." Amy shook her head, threw out the standard negative triple, and then said with an aggrieved face: "they're just a passing elf. I'm afraid the fat grandfather was beaten silly?"

Compared with Brent who is swollen into a pig's head and face, Amy's words are obviously more convincing. Who would believe that such a lovely little Lori would photograph people with a chair?

What's more, the elder of the grand mage tower, the great mage of level 10, even said that he was knocked unconscious by a little girl under four years old with a chair?

This is a naked frame up!

The magicians' emotions have become a little angry. The wizard tower can lose to others, but it's still shameful. Brent's behavior is a disgrace to the wizard tower, and it's the most brainless one.

"Come on, Brent, I told you to drink less. It seems that you have drunk a lot this morning and confused yourself." Richard's face is also a little ugly, looking at Roy standing on one side, said: "help him back to rest."

"I..." Brent opened his mouth, but he was scared back by Richard's sharp eyes. He could only swallow his grievances. He took a look at Krasu who was standing beside him, and felt cold. He suddenly thought of who the half elf was. The apprentice Krasu received was not a half elf who was less than four years old!

"But..." Roy wanted to say something. He found Brent in a coma in the corner of the dark room, with sawdust and broken wood chairs on the ground beside him. It was not like he was drunk and fell down. But when he saw Richard's face, he swallowed the words behind him and led the two magicians to carry Brent again and prepare to leave.

Amy looked up and gave MEG a little smug smile.

McGonagall also touched her hair with a smile, the little guy is really a little smart, has begun to know how to use their own advantages.

"I didn't expect Lord Brent to be such a person. Was it because that little girl had won hank before that he deliberately wanted to frame her up?"

"Yes, I heard that hank used the seal magic in the duel, but she defeated him head-on. Later, he was abandoned by master crassus. He deserved what he deserved. I didn't expect that Brent wanted to avenge him?"

"As expected, they are both masters and apprentices. They are all of the same virtue."

The magicians looked at McGonagall in disgust and whispered. They suddenly felt bad for Brent. All of a sudden, they all broke out.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Krasu, who had never spoken, came forward with a smile, looked at Brent lying on the stretcher, looked at his face from left to right, and said, "there are few people in the world who can make such a beautiful appearance with chairs, just like works of art. It's a pity that there's no room for me to do it."

Brent, who was lying on the stretcher, was obviously trembling. In a cold sweat, he slipped from his forehead. He endured the pain and forced out a smile. "Lord Krasu, I heard that you are here. I came downstairs in a hurry and fell down accidentally. I didn't come to meet you at the first time. I hope you Haihan, Hai... Ah... Ache..."

"Pain? I think you have a thick skin. It's almost comparable to the wall of Luodu. If you pinch it gently, it will hurt? " Crassus picked up a large piece of Brent's meat and twisted it aside, smiling.

Brent's face was white and sweaty. He almost fainted, but he had to smile and say in a crying voice, "no... no pain..."

"No pain? Do you think I'm old and weak? " Clarissa's hand was a little harder, and her swollen face was almost twisted out of shape.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Brent's shrill wails resounded throughout the mage tower.

"Enough! Krasu, this is the wizard's tower, not a place for you to go wild! " Richard's hand was lifted, and a big blue hand made of condensed water grabbed Crassus' hand.

"Noisy." With a wave of his hand, crassu scattered the fierce hand, then slapped Brent in the face with a backhand slap.

The scream stopped suddenly, and Brent lay on the stretcher with his head tilted, unconscious again.

Krasu turned to Richard and said with a sneer, "duel, the last one."