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"Hurry up! Strange, don't dawdle!"
There was a dazzling light from the horizon, and a loud voice sounded at Kama Taj.
"Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandma who is even weaker than your eighty-year-old, who is not like a mage's cannon."
Luke, Sol and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the old mage who is responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.
Below is the winding mountain trail, and Strange wears the hard, heavy armor that runs "boom".
His chest was like a pulling bellows, and he made a "wheezing" gasping sound.
After finally running to the destination, he was already weak in his legs, standing unsteadily, and he almost rolled off.
"Water! Give me... a sip!"
Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning.
Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake by the way.
"Mage Strange, your body is a bit weak, and it's so tired after only five kilometers."
Saul was picking his teeth while talking coldly.
Even when he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.
Kama Taj's WiFi network speed is good, and there is no problem playing games online.
"I am a mage, not a berserker..."
Strange retorted.
He thought that the training that Luke had imposed on him was useless at all.
The mage of Kama Taj does practice physical skills to improve his ability in close combat.
But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and important part.
Do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day. What's the matter?
"It seems it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."
Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, "Throw all the attack spells you know at me."
what?
Strange was taken aback, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
The first time he saw someone make such a request, what is the difference between this and suicide?
"you sure?"
Strange asked hesitantly.
Even a high-level mage, without any protection, insists on a few attack spells, and will not die or be half disabled.
"Abandon your inner doubts, don't be like a scorpion, don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"
Luke kept stimulating the emotions of the other party, and chuckled: "Stranger, with all due respect, your understanding of'Melee Mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you don't know anything about true power."
"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hogarth, Aoshutu, and Agomodo, call for the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!"
Strange pressed his lips tightly and said no more.
The sparks of magic gush out and quickly turn into a long sword, held in his hand.
"Wang, you want to testify to me, this is all he requested!"
Strange held the Sacred Sword in his hand and cut his head down.
Although he is wearing a heavy armor and is difficult to move, his attack speed is not slow.
The scarlet sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.
Click!
Like fragile porcelain, hitting hard steel.
Instantly shattered and cracked.
"This... Setolak's scarlet chain!"
Strange didn't believe in evil, and cast another spell.
The tough chain emitting a crimson light firmly bound Luke, who was standing still, and then shrank tightly.
"Are you tickling someone, Strange?"
Luke just struggling with his arms, breaking the crimson chains tied to his body every inch and turning them into pieces.
Strange was stunned, he didn't sense the slightest magical aura.
In other words, Superman resisted layers of attacks by virtue of his extraordinary physique.
"This is impossible……"
Strange couldn't believe it. Isn't the power of magic enough to shake the flesh and blood of mankind?
"I understand your feelings, but this is the truth. It is important to temper your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."
Luke's earnest teaching.
"However, maintaining a strong physique and exercising consistently are also crucial."
"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power, otherwise how can you withstand the cost of casting?"
Strange was quite moved. After a moment of deep thought, he nodded and said, "I see! I'm going to run now!"
Boom! Boom boom boom!
Heavy footsteps sounded again.
Strange was half tired, just feeling full of power.
Facing the rising sun, began to run.
"What you said... are all the truth?"
Seeing the figure disappearing into the mountain road, Thor asked curiously.
"I'm just telling my own experience, whether it works or not, I need Strange to practice it myself."
Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.
...
...
New York City, down town.
Casillas, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.
He didn't bring any entourage, he was alone.
Deep in the alley is a wall.
The hand with the hanging ring slowly flicked, and the magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.
Casillas walked in without expression, the lively atmosphere rushed over his face.
The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain weird breath, is a bit suffocating.
This is a bar.
Inside it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.
Some were court costumes from the Middle Ages, wearing a long dress with bright colors and intricate patterns, sitting in the corner.
Some are like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted with oil on their faces.
There are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and monks in retro robes.
This is the "Bar without Door".
As the name suggests, it has no access door.
So, those guests who can sit at the table drinking and chatting.
They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.
"A glass of tequila, a business."
No one beside Casillas walked to the bar, ignoring those complicated eyes that were shocked or wary.
He is a recent man, a defector of Kama Taj, who has taken refuge in the fallen mage of Domam.
Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he conspired against the Supreme Mage and injured him.
This completely caused a sensation in the magical world. The demons from **** and the Holy Spirit from heaven have all heard of it.
The battle for supreme mage that arrived ahead of schedule is even more affecting the nerves of all insiders.
In any case, the name Casillas has spread.
He represents endless troubles, because the sanctuary mage has launched a siege and hunted down.
He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that there is a dimensional demon standing behind this person.
"Sorry, I don't do this business."
The bartender is an old man in a bowler hat, vest and white shirt.
"This glass of tequila is my treat, and leave as soon as you finish drinking."
Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the spirits he delivered and whispered softly: "Monaque, you are the famous ‘Magic Prince’, and you are also afraid of the three sanctuary?"
The old man named "Monak" used to be a powerful wizard who was active during World War II and fought against the evil sorcerers 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 sanctuary, the precepts that symbolize absolute order and cannot be violated."
"Even the old fellow Mephisto was afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the demon **** hidden in the dimension was expelled."
"So, 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 crisp sound of jingle bells is quite pleasing to the ears.
"Ha, what a generosity! With the new master, he has become generous in his shots."
Monak recognized at a glance, this was Aztec's cursed gold coin.
It is said that the grieving soul with undead attached to it will be cursed as long as it violates the oath.
There was once a gang of pirates who looted merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.
As a result, he becomes an undead, suffering from eternal hunger, thirst and insatisfaction.
For the mage, this is a precious collection and a medium for casting spells.
"Again, I won't do this business."
Monak only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.
"I know what you are asking, Casillas."
"A defector of Kama Taj, thinking of participating in the battle for supreme mage."
"Heh, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?"
Casillas’ expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Monak, there is a page of "Dark Book" in my arms. If you insist on not doing business, then I will Take it out and put it on the bar."
"You should know exactly how attractive Sithorn's dark spells are to the people in this bar."
"If they get a fight, your bar will probably be redecorated."
Monak's complexion was uncertain, and after a while, he gave Casillas a fierce look and said, "You won, **** bastard!"
"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you a list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle of the supreme mage!"
Casillas nodded slightly and said softly: "Deal."
A few minutes later ~www.novelhall.com~ he came out of the wall in that dark alley again, with an additional list written in cipher text in his hand.
"Modo, Doctor Voodoo, Mystery, Rocky...Steven Strange?"
Casillas sneered. The guy at the bottom of the line is sure not to be funny?
A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years, also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?
"I don't know how high the sky is."
Casillas casually raised the list, and the list was ablaze and burned to fly ashes.
In his opinion, only a few people can pose a threat to himself.
For example, old friend Mordo!
"I hope you don't let you run into me, otherwise..."
Casillas chuckled for unknown reasons, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.
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"Hurry up! Strange, don't dawdle!"
There was a dazzling light from the horizon, and a loud voice sounded at Kama Taj.
"Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandma who is even weaker than your eighty-year-old, who is not like a mage's cannon."
Luke, Sol and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the old mage who is responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.
Below is the winding mountain trail, and Strange wears the hard, heavy armor that runs "boom".
His chest was like a pulling bellows, and he made a "wheezing" gasping sound.
After finally running to the destination, he was already weak in his legs, standing unsteadily, and he almost rolled off.
"Water! Give me... a sip!"
Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning.
Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake by the way.
"Mage Strange, your body is a bit weak, and it's so tired after only five kilometers."
Saul was picking his teeth while talking coldly.
Even when he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.
Kama Taj's WiFi network speed is good, and there is no problem playing games online.
"I am a mage, not a berserker..."
Strange retorted.
He thought that the training that Luke had imposed on him was useless at all.
The mage of Kama Taj does practice physical skills to improve his ability in close combat.
But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and important part.
Do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day. What's the matter?
"It seems it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."
Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, "Throw all the attack spells you know at me."
what?
Strange was taken aback, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
The first time he saw someone make such a request, what is the difference between this and suicide?
"you sure?"
Strange asked hesitantly.
Even a high-level mage, without any protection, insists on a few attack spells, and will not die or be half disabled.
"Abandon your inner doubts, don't be like a scorpion, don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"
Luke kept stimulating the emotions of the other party, and chuckled: "Stranger, with all due respect, your understanding of'Melee Mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you don't know anything about true power."
"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hogarth, Aoshutu, and Agomodo, call for the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!"
Strange pressed his lips tightly and said no more.
The sparks of magic gush out and quickly turn into a long sword, held in his hand.
"Wang, you want to testify to me, this is all he requested!"
Strange held the Sacred Sword in his hand and cut his head down.
Although he is wearing a heavy armor and is difficult to move, his attack speed is not slow.
The scarlet sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.
Click!
Like fragile porcelain, hitting hard steel.
Instantly shattered and cracked.
"This... Setolak's scarlet chain!"
Strange didn't believe in evil, and cast another spell.
The tough chain emitting a crimson light firmly bound Luke, who was standing still, and then shrank tightly.
"Are you tickling someone, Strange?"
Luke just struggling with his arms, breaking the crimson chains tied to his body every inch and turning them into pieces.
Strange was stunned, he didn't sense the slightest magical aura.
In other words, Superman resisted layers of attacks by virtue of his extraordinary physique.
"This is impossible……"
Strange couldn't believe it. Isn't the power of magic enough to shake the flesh and blood of mankind?
"I understand your feelings, but this is the truth. It is important to temper your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."
Luke's earnest teaching.
"However, maintaining a strong physique and exercising consistently are also crucial."
"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power, otherwise how can you withstand the cost of casting?"
Strange was quite moved. After a moment of deep thought, he nodded and said, "I see! I'm going to run now!"
Boom! Boom boom boom!
Heavy footsteps sounded again.
Strange was half tired, just feeling full of power.
Facing the rising sun, began to run.
"What you said... are all the truth?"
Seeing the figure disappearing into the mountain road, Thor asked curiously.
"I'm just telling my own experience, whether it works or not, I need Strange to practice it myself."
Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.
...
...
New York City, down town.
Casillas, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.
He didn't bring any entourage, he was alone.
Deep in the alley is a wall.
The hand with the hanging ring slowly flicked, and the magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.
Casillas walked in without expression, the lively atmosphere rushed over his face.
The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain weird breath, is a bit suffocating.
This is a bar.
Inside it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.
Some were court costumes from the Middle Ages, wearing a long dress with bright colors and intricate patterns, sitting in the corner.
Some are like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted with oil on their faces.
There are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and monks in retro robes.
This is the "Bar without Door".
As the name suggests, it has no access door.
So, those guests who can sit at the table drinking and chatting.
They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.
"A glass of tequila, a business."
No one beside Casillas walked to the bar, ignoring those complicated eyes that were shocked or wary.
He is a recent man, a defector of Kama Taj, who has taken refuge in the fallen mage of Domam.
Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he conspired against the Supreme Mage and injured him.
This completely caused a sensation in the magical world. The demons from **** and the Holy Spirit from heaven have all heard of it.
The battle for supreme mage that arrived ahead of schedule is even more affecting the nerves of all insiders.
In any case, the name Casillas has spread.
He represents endless troubles, because the sanctuary mage has launched a siege and hunted down.
He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that there is a dimensional demon standing behind this person.
"Sorry, I don't do this business."
The bartender is an old man in a bowler hat, vest and white shirt.
"This glass of tequila is my treat, and leave as soon as you finish drinking."
Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the spirits he delivered and whispered softly: "Monaque, you are the famous ‘Magic Prince’, and you are also afraid of the three sanctuary?"
The old man named "Monak" used to be a powerful wizard who was active during World War II and fought against the evil sorcerers 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 sanctuary, the precepts that symbolize absolute order and cannot be violated."
"Even the old fellow Mephisto was afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the demon **** hidden in the dimension was expelled."
"So, 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 crisp sound of jingle bells is quite pleasing to the ears.
"Ha, what a generosity! With the new master, he has become generous in his shots."
Monak recognized at a glance, this was Aztec's cursed gold coin.
It is said that the grieving soul with undead attached to it will be cursed as long as it violates the oath.
There was once a gang of pirates who looted merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.
As a result, he becomes an undead, suffering from eternal hunger, thirst and insatisfaction.
For the mage, this is a precious collection and a medium for casting spells.
"Again, I won't do this business."
Monak only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.
"I know what you are asking, Casillas."
"A defector of Kama Taj, thinking of participating in the battle for supreme mage."
"Heh, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?"
Casillas’ expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Monak, there is a page of "Dark Book" in my arms. If you insist on not doing business, then I will Take it out and put it on the bar."
"You should know exactly how attractive Sithorn's dark spells are to the people in this bar."
"If they get a fight, your bar will probably be redecorated."
Monak's complexion was uncertain, and after a while, he gave Casillas a fierce look and said, "You won, **** bastard!"
"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you a list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle of the supreme mage!"
Casillas nodded slightly and said softly: "Deal."
A few minutes later ~www.novelhall.com~ he came out of the wall in that dark alley again, with an additional list written in cipher text in his hand.
"Modo, Doctor Voodoo, Mystery, Rocky...Steven Strange?"
Casillas sneered. The guy at the bottom of the line is sure not to be funny?
A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years, also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?
"I don't know how high the sky is."
Casillas casually raised the list, and the list was ablaze and burned to fly ashes.
In his opinion, only a few people can pose a threat to himself.
For example, old friend Mordo!
"I hope you don't let you run into me, otherwise..."
Casillas chuckled for unknown reasons, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.
, The fastest update to the latest chapters of Superman!"Hurry up! Strange, don't dawdle!"There was a dazzling light from the horizon, and a loud voice sounded at Kama Taj."Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandma who is even weaker than your eighty-year-old, who is not like a mage's cannon."Luke, Sol and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the old mage who is responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.Below is the winding mountain trail, and Strange wears the hard, heavy armor that runs "boom".His chest was like a pulling bellows, and he made a "wheezing" gasping sound.After finally running to the destination, he was already weak in his legs, standing unsteadily, and he almost rolled off."Water! Give me... a sip!"Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning.Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake by the way."Mage Strange, your body is a bit weak, and it's so tired after only five kilometers."Saul was picking his teeth while talking coldly.Even when he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.Kama Taj's WiFi network speed is good, and there is no problem playing games online."I am a mage, not a berserker..."Strange retorted.He thought that the training that Luke had imposed on him was useless at all.The mage of Kama Taj does practice physical skills to improve his ability in close combat.But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and important part.Do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day. What's the matter?"It seems it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, "Throw all the attack spells you know at me."what?Strange was taken aback, wondering if he had heard it wrong.The first time he saw someone make such a request, what is the difference between this and suicide?"you sure?"Strange asked hesitantly.Even a high-level mage, without any protection, insists on a few attack spells, and will not die or be half disabled."Abandon your inner doubts, don't be like a scorpion, don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"Luke kept stimulating the emotions of the other party, and chuckled: "Stranger, with all due respect, your understanding of'Melee Mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you don't know anything about true power.""Oh, is that so? In the name of Hogarth, Aoshutu, and Agomodo, call for the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!"Strange pressed his lips tightly and said no more.The sparks of magic gush out and quickly turn into a long sword, held in his hand."Wang, you want to testify to me, this is all he requested!"Strange held the Sacred Sword in his hand and cut his head down.Although he is wearing a heavy armor and is difficult to move, his attack speed is not slow.The scarlet sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.Click!Like fragile porcelain, hitting hard steel.Instantly shattered and cracked."This... Setolak's scarlet chain!"Strange didn't believe in evil, and cast another spell.The tough chain emitting a crimson light firmly bound Luke, who was standing still, and then shrank tightly."Are you tickling someone, Strange?"Luke just struggling with his arms, breaking the crimson chains tied to his body every inch and turning them into pieces.Strange was stunned, he didn't sense the slightest magical aura.In other words, Superman resisted layers of attacks by virtue of his extraordinary physique."This is impossible"Strange couldn't believe it. Isn't the power of magic enough to shake the flesh and blood of mankind?"I understand your feelings, but this is the truth. It is important to temper your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."Luke's earnest teaching."However, maintaining a strong physique and exercising consistently are also crucial.""If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power, otherwise how can you withstand the cost of casting?"Strange was quite moved. After a moment of deep thought, he nodded and said, "I see! I'm going to run now!"Boom! Boom boom boom!Heavy footsteps sounded again.Strange was half tired, just feeling full of power.Facing the rising sun, began to run."What you said... are all the truth?"Seeing the figure disappearing into the mountain road, Thor asked curiously."I'm just telling my own experience, whether it works or not, I need Strange to practice it myself."Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.......New York City, down town.Casillas, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.He didn't bring any entourage, he was alone.Deep in the alley is a wall.The hand with the hanging ring slowly flicked, and the magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.Casillas walked in without expression, the lively atmosphere rushed over his face.The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain weird breath, is a bit suffocating.This is a bar.Inside it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.Some were court costumes from the Middle Ages, wearing a long dress with bright colors and intricate patterns, sitting in the corner.Some are like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted with oil on their faces.There are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and monks in retro robes.This is the "Bar without Door".As the name suggests, it has no access door.So, those guests who can sit at the table drinking and chatting.They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world."A glass of tequila, a business."No one beside Casillas walked to the bar, ignoring those complicated eyes that were shocked or wary.He is a recent man, a defector of Kama Taj, who has taken refuge in the fallen mage of Domam.Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he conspired against the Supreme Mage and injured him.This completely caused a sensation in the magical world. The demons from **** and the Holy Spirit from heaven have all heard of it.The battle for supreme mage that arrived ahead of schedule is even more affecting the nerves of all insiders.In any case, the name Casillas has spread.He represents endless troubles, because the sanctuary mage has launched a siege and hunted down.He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that there is a dimensional demon standing behind this person."Sorry, I don't do this business."The bartender is an old man in a bowler hat, vest and white shirt."This glass of tequila is my treat, and leave as soon as you finish drinking."Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the spirits he delivered and whispered softly: "Monaque, you are the famous Magic Prince', and you are also afraid of the three sanctuary?"The old man named "Monak" used to be a powerful wizard who was active during World War II and fought against the evil sorcerers 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 sanctuary, the precepts that symbolize absolute order and cannot be violated.""Even the old fellow Mephisto was afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the demon **** hidden in the dimension was expelled.""So, 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 crisp sound of jingle bells is quite pleasing to the ears."Ha, what a generosity! With the new master, he has become generous in his shots."Monak recognized at a glance, this was Aztec's cursed gold coin.It is said that the grieving soul with undead attached to it will be cursed as long as it violates the oath.There was once a gang of pirates who looted merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.As a result, he becomes an undead, suffering from eternal hunger, thirst and insatisfaction.For the mage, this is a precious collection and a medium for casting spells."Again, I won't do this business."Monak only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze."I know what you are asking, Casillas.""A defector of Kama Taj, thinking of participating in the battle for supreme mage.""Heh, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?"Casillas' expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Monak, there is a page of "Dark Book" in my arms. If you insist on not doing business, then I will Take it out and put it on the bar.""You should know exactly how attractive Sithorn's dark spells are to the people in this bar.""If they get a fight, your bar will probably be redecorated."Monak's complexion was uncertain, and after a while, he gave Casillas a fierce look and said, "You won, **** bastard!""Add four more gold coins, and I will give you a list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle of the supreme mage!"Casillas nodded slightly and said softly: "Deal."A few minutes later ~www.novelhall.com~ he came out of the wall in that dark alley again, with an additional list written in cipher text in his hand."Modo, Doctor Voodoo, Mystery, Rocky...Steven Strange?"Casillas sneered. The guy at the bottom of the line is sure not to be funny?A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years, also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?"I don't know how high the sky is."Casillas casually raised the list, and the list was ablaze and burned to fly ashes.In his opinion, only a few people can pose a threat to himself.For example, old friend Mordo!"I hope you don't let you run into me, otherwise..."Casillas chuckled for unknown reasons, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.
