Chapter 42

Putt's death was meaningful. He delayed punk and Kane for five seconds. Although it was not much, it was enough for them to retreat at a super speed. The two divers could not catch up.

"Oh, the great Mr. putt has sacrificed himself, he has saved us, he is a revered saint"!

The two people who knew that they had left the danger slowed down slowly. As soon as Kane was out of danger, he immediately restored his out of tune playful attitude. With an exaggerated aria, he imitated the Bard's sad appearance and "praised" Pooh, who "sacrificed for the people."!

"With no dress what sorrow"!

Punk kept on running without looking back.

"In this major strategic failure, the death of a weak mage is normal.".

Punk's voice is as deep and cold as ever. The wind brought by the rapid running stirs up the hunting sound of the robe. In the moonlight covered field, both punk and Kane look like a blur of light and shadow because of their too fast speed, which is hard to understand!

"All right, all right.".

Kane shrugged as he ran. "I think too much. This night attack has killed so many apprentices. Tomorrow's battle will be basically defeated. Mcnaissie should be in a mess now. How did a little air traffic control mage die?".

Kane's words are cold, but every sentence is reasonable. In order to prevent the loss of "elite", mcnaissie sent out "outside the establishment" employment professionals, but these professionals still account for half of the existing trainee level professionals in konola City, and the strong ones of the enemy are already more than konola City, and now their own side has lost nearly half of their talents "Elite", tomorrow's city defense war can already foresee how "inhuman".

"I can't keep it for a week now," Kane complained loudly. "I've been fighting for two days, but I haven't changed my wool. Now I'm running away. I'm working in vain? What a fire!

Kane, who lacks fighting skills, is obviously not reconciled to this situation.

"At least this night, mcnaissi can't give us nothing," punk said faintly. He doesn't know whether the defense can continue. After all, mcnaissi is also an old official level strong player. No one knows what cards he has, but he will get many benefits after such a night, otherwise there will be so many professionals For the sake of "justice", he made a great "sacrifice", but mcnaissie didn't have any "expression" Then all the soldiers will be cold hearted!

Kane no doubt knew this, which was the reason why the two men rushed back to konola city overnight.

The night of tender season passes quickly. Unconsciously, there is more morning light in the sky, which makes konola not so dark, at least On the city wall, the dried up large blood stains are still faintly visible.

Punk two people have reached the hill where they first saw konola city. He didn't stare at the broken konola city like Kane. He was sad when he looked down at the staff that had lost its head.

The wand's function is to increase magic. Except for a few wands designed for melee mages, most of the wands have not considered the "special" situation of facing sharp weapons directly from the beginning. Punk's wand is obviously one of the most.

Punk gently pinches the regular fracture of the staff with his hand, and a little bit of broken wood is easily crushed. Since the staff lost its core, the head of the staff, it has lost all its magic effects. With the passage of time, the once solidified magic in the staff begins to fade away, and Punk can almost feel the magic disappearing in the staff Scattered in the air After all, it's not a high-level staff. Within five magic hours after it was completely destroyed, it lost its unique hardness like iron stone. Now

Punk's face is still calm and indifferent in the dim moonlight. He gently opens his slender and smooth fingers. The tiny sawdust with only a little magic light spills from his fingers, flies away with the wind and falls into the dust. In the night, it is like a blue spark, beautiful and ethereal.

"Hey, hey, I said, you don't care about this broken stick that has been scrapped"!

Kane, as always, is good at breaking the beautiful artistic conception.

"I'm just feeling the process of enchantment decay," punk replied coldly. He threw the damaged staff to the ground. The staff easily broke into several pieces of cracked wood. Punk did not hesitate to turn and walk to the city of konola, which was swept by the morning light. He never looked back at the broken stick.

On the wall of konola, mcnaissi is still a deep expression of "Mount Tai is collapsing in front of him, but no matter how he expresses his" victory is in hand ", the atmosphere that permeates the whole city is still lingering. When the dawn comes, 24 trainee professionals go to attack at night Only three people were in a desperate state. Even those who had sworn to die for the royal highness of Moss could not help but feel cool. The reality is not fiction. When the enemy becomes completely uncontrollable overnight, the biological instinct is to give birth to the fear of "escape" rather than the courage to "desperately", and those "regular army" can still stand on the wall. , holding the dim sword soaked with blood, and resisting the impulse to turn around and leave, he made a passionate expression of "devotion to the country", while those employed professionals In addition to a small number of middle-aged and sophomores who adore the princess, most of the others, including punk and Kane, who have already exchanged an internship knowledge, have left the city wall far away! A little sober people have realized that this city can't support themselves to kill 50 professionals to exchange knowledge. Without remuneration, they have to take risks. The profit oriented professionals will do such stupid things, so they are all disguised as poor people with nothing in a corner of the city near the gate, ready to escape from konola at any time This ship is doomed to sink.Punk has used magic to cover up the magic light on his robe. Now he is hiding in a group of refugees. The clothes disguised by magic make him look no different from those refugees in ragged clothes. At least it's more than enough to fool some eager soldiers.

Punk has been looking down at the ground. His whole face is almost covered by the shadow of the hood. He manipulates a more advanced "eye of the secret" to watch mcnaisie standing on the wall with his hands down. He still has some doubts in his heart, because this official mage, who doesn't look like a bad man in any way, resolutely drips the muddy water which is bound to dry up It's in line with the character setting.

But

It doesn't matter.

Punk said to himself that although he didn't gain as much knowledge as he had imagined, he didn't get nothing at all, at least

Punk is closing his eyes, feeling the more solid blue magic in his soul

"I'm upgraded again"!

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