Chapter 246

"Hurry up! Strange, don't dally!"

The sky was shining, and a loud voice sounded in the Kara Taj.

"Lao Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandmother who is weaker than your 80 year old grandmother. She doesn't look like a mage's mother gun at all."

Luke, sol and rocket raccoon, as well as mage Lao Wang, who is responsible for making breakfast cake, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding height.

Below is the winding mountain path. Strange wears the hard heavy armor that makes a "Dong Dong" sound when running.

The chest is like a pulled bellows, making a wheezing sound.

Finally, he ran to his destination. His legs were weak and he couldn't stand stably. He almost had to roll down.

"Water! Give me... A drink!"

Strange lifted his face armor and his voice was burning.

Lao Wang considerately poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly prepared hand cake.

"Master strange, your body is a little weak. You're so tired after only running five kilometers."

Sol was picking his teeth and making sarcastic remarks.

Even if he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.

The WiFi speed of Kama Taj is good, and there is no problem playing games online.

"I'm a mage, not a crazy warrior..."

Strange retorted.

He thought the training Luke imposed on himself was of no use at all.

The mage of Kama Taj can really practice body art and improve the ability of close combat.

But in the final analysis, magic and magic are the most basic and important link.

Do 100 push ups, squats and high-intensity physical training every day. What's going on?

"It seems that it's time for me to teach you a lesson, master strange."

Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, "throw all your attack spells on me."

what?

Strange was stunned and wondered if he had heard wrong.

He saw such a request for the first time. What's the difference between this and suicide?

"Are you sure?"

Asked strange hesitantly.

Even if a high-level mage eats several attack spells without any protection, he will be half disabled if he doesn't die.

"Abandon your inner doubts and don't be like a bitch. Don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"

Luke kept stimulating each other's emotions and said faintly: "strange, with all due respect, your understanding of the 'melee mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about the real power."

"Oh, is that so? In the name of HOGGS, oshutu and agomoto, call for the divine light of the weishandi and condense the holy sword!"

Strange closed his lips and said no more.

The sparks of magic spewed out, quickly turned into a long sword and held it in his hand.

"Wang, you have to testify to me. He asked for it!"

Strange, holding the sacred sword, beheaded.

Although he was wearing heavy armor and moving hard, the speed of attack was not slow.

The long red sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.

Click!

Like fragile porcelain, hit hard steel.

It broke and cracked in an instant.

"This... Satorac's Scarlet chain!"

Strange didn't believe in evil and cast another spell.

The tenacious chain emitting crimson light firmly bound the standing Luke, and then contracted tightly.

"Are you tickling, strange?"

Luke just moved his arms and let the crimson chains tied to him break inch by inch and turn into debris.

Strange was stunned. He didn't feel the slightest smell of magic.

In other words, Superman, with his extraordinary physique, can resist layers of attacks.

"It's impossible..."

Strange can't believe that the power of magic is not enough to shake human flesh and blood?

"I understand your mood, but that's the truth. It's important to temper your will, learn spells and accumulate magic."

The long teaching of Luke.

"But it's also crucial to keep fit and keep exercising."

"If you want to be a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power. Otherwise, how can you bear the cost of casting spells?"

Strange was very touched. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I see! I'm going to run now!"

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was half dead tired, only felt full of strength.

Facing the rising sun, he began to run.

"What you said... Is the truth?"

Sol asked curiously as he looked at his back disappearing into the mountain path.

"I just say my experience. Whether it works or not, I need strange to practice it."

Luke curled his lips and replied vaguely.

……

……

New York City, lower downtown.

Casillas, dressed in yellow, walked into a dark alley.

He had no entourage and was alone.

Deep in the alley is a wall.

The hand with the hanging ring moved slowly, and the magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.

Casillas walked in expressionless, and the lively atmosphere came to his face.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and some strange smell, suffocated.

This is a bar.

It's like Halloween. There are all kinds of guests dressed strangely.

Some are medieval court costumes, wearing long skirts with bright colors and complex patterns, sitting in the corner.

Some are like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painting their faces.

There are both gentlemen in suits and robes and monks in retro robes.

This is the "no door bar".

As the name suggests, it has no access door.

Therefore, those guests who can drink and chat at the table.

They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.

"A tequila, a business."

Casillas walked to the bar as if there were no one else, ignoring the complex eyes of surprise or vigilance.

He is a man of the moment recently, a defector of Kama Taj and a fallen mage who takes refuge in domam.

Of course, the most shocking thing is the news that he plotted against the supreme mage and injured him.

This has completely caused a sensation in the magical world. Demons from hell and Holy Spirits from heaven have heard of it.

The battle for hegemony of the supreme mage, which came in advance, affected the nerves of all those who knew it.

Anyway, the name Casillas has spread.

He represents endless trouble, because the sanctuary mage has launched encirclement, suppression and pursuit.

He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that behind him stands a dimension demon God.

"Sorry, I don't do this business."

The bartender is an old man in a top hat, vest and white shirt.

"I'll treat you to this tequila. Leave as soon as you finish."

Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the liquor and whispered, "monak, you are the famous' Prince of magic ', and you will be afraid of the three holy places?"

The old man named "monak" was once a powerful mage. He was active in World War II and fought against the evil Witches of the axis.

Later, he opened a bar and entered the life of retirement.

"Oh, don't use this trick."

Monak sneered and wiped the bar.

"Of course I am afraid of the three sanctuaries, which symbolize absolute order and inviolable commandments."

"Even the old man Mephisto was afraid of the supreme mage, and even the demon God hidden in the dimension was expelled."

"Well, why can't I be afraid of such a bad old man?"

Casillas was silent for a moment, took out a dozen gold coins from his arms and threw them on the bar.

The jingling sound is quite pleasant.

"Ha, that's generous! I've become generous with the new master."

Monek recognized at a glance that it was Aztec's Curse Gold coin.

It is said that the resentful soul of the dead attached to it will be cursed as long as it violates the oath.

There was once a gang of pirates who plundered merchant ships and got a box of such gold coins.

As a result, he became immortal, suffering from eternal hunger and thirst and never being satisfied.

For mages, this is a valuable collection and casting medium.

"That's the same sentence. I don't do this business."

Monak just glanced and looked back.

"I know what you're asking, Casillas."

"A defector of Kama Taj wants to participate in the battle of supreme mage."

"Oh, aren't you afraid of being killed on the spot?"

Casillas kept his expression unchanged. He leaned forward and said in a low voice, "monak, there is a mantra of the book of the dark god in my arms. If you insist on not doing business, I'll take it out and put it on the bar."

"You should know how attractive Sison's dark spell is to the people in this bar."

"If they fight, I'm afraid your bar will have to be renovated."

Monak's face was uncertain. A moment later, he glared at Casillas and said, "you won, damn bastard!"

"Add four gold coins and I'll give you the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the supreme mage's hegemony war!"

Casillas nodded slightly and whispered, "deal."

A few minutes later, he came out of the wall of the dark alley again, with a list written in ciphertext in his hand.

"Modu, doctor voodoo, secret guest, rocky... Stephen strange?"

Casillas sneered. The guy at the end of the line, are you sure he's not here to make fun?

A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years also wants to win the position of supreme mage?

"I really don't know heaven and earth."

Casillas raised his hand, and the list ignited fire and burned into fly ash.

In his opinion, only a few people can pose a threat to themselves.

For example, old friend modu!

"I hope you don't meet me, otherwise..."

Casillas chuckled, put on his hood and walked out of the dark alley.