"Lin Luolan, you actually have a choice to see if you want to participate in my special training."

In another empty room, Jialan whispered to Liszt.

"No need to make any choice." Lin Luolan said directly, "Are you going to let me practice medical skills? Teacher Jialan, just teach me directly."

"Do you know we want you to learn medical skills?" Jialan couldn't help but be stunned.

"Although Teacher Jialan, you have mastered the technique of Eclipse of Elements, you have always been famous as one of the best medical artists before. Since you are here to take me this time, you must want to teach me medical skills." Lin Luolan's eyes penetrated through the broken window, "And there are already people like Ailin who can knock down high-level magicians, and there are already flesh shields like Si Dinghan, and there are also people like Chris who can launch a destructive attack. In addition, I have also been baptized by Yuehua and have a certain medical ability, so I am of course the best candidate to learn medical skills."

"You're smart."

Jialan looked at Lin Luolan with a firm look and whispered: "But we are worried that you will have other ideas, because with your talent, if you spend a lot of time and energy on other aspects, your personal combat power may be more prominent."

“It doesn’t matter.”

Lin Luolan's face was still as cold as usual, but a warm look appeared in his eyes, "Although the guys Ailin and Si Dinghan sometimes do something annoying, but aren't we the same team... When facing powerful enemies, they will stick to your side without retreating. Teacher Jialan, if you teach me the powerful medical skills, we will be stronger and will defeat stronger enemies."

"Isn't Ellin going to protect Charlotte now? Isn't his opponent the Baratheon family?"

After pausing, Lin Luolan turned his head and looked at Jialan. A very rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although this smile was a little cold on his face: "Teacher Jialan, although I don't need protection like Charlotte, it is true happiness to be able to fight with these guys with faith and dreams under the stars. I have always been very happy after joining their team and in the national competition."

"Have you really found yourself? One day, St. Dawn will be proud of you."

Jialan raised her head slightly, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face.

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...

Ivan and Wilde stood face to face, and the sweat on both of them was soaking their clothes, and drops of sweat dripped down the corners of their clothes on the ground under their feet.

Originally, both of them had murderous expressions, and they wanted to kill each other, but suddenly, both of them relaxed and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

The murderous expressions of the two men also changed to the look of mutual appreciation.

"Thank you these days. If I didn't practice with you, my physical strength and fighting skills would not have improved like this." Ivan looked at Wilde and said first.

"What's there to thank for?" Wilde simply took off his shirt and twisted it out of water: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have mastered my silent sarcasm."

"Charlotte."

At this moment, Charlotte walked towards them, and the two greeted Charlotte at the same time. When Charlotte came to the front, Ivan, who had just breathed evenly, said again: "The retreat order from the Special Affairs Office has been reduced. Most magician teams should start evacuating now, but depending on the situation, will Ailin and the others stay in this place for a while and continue the special training?"

"They should stay in this place for a while until their special training results or the national competition restarts." Charlotte nodded affirmatively.

"Charlotte, I have asked a team of magicians from the Shadow Demon Legion to write to Lord Lantis and Commander Siat of our Westward Legion. They will definitely interfere with the fact that your father threatens you with your sister." Ivan continued, "So you don't have to worry too much."

"The Six-player Saint Dawn is not a false reputation. Many of the top magicians in our Edge Kingdom are their friends, and many of the big names have received personal treatment from Jialan. There is basically no need to worry about this." Wilde looked at Charlotte and smiled and comforted him.

"I know." Charlotte nodded, with a sturdy color flashing in his eyes: "If you surrender easily, you can't be considered a magician."

"I am worthy of being the goddess of our ASCHEU." Ivan gave a thumbs up.

"ah!…."

At this moment, screams kept ringing.

"What kind of special training are these guys doing?"

"Why is it so desolate?"

Wilde and Ivan looked at each other.

They found out that the screams were the screams of Moss and Si Dinghan.

The screams were mixed with constant impact and slap of heavy objects.

"Go forward, not to the sky. Come on, Moss Warrior, if you can't even go forward, how can you raid in which direction and raid in which direction?"

In a room where the ceiling had been knocked out of many big holes, Minglu waved his fists and laughed at Mos, who had knocked out many bags on his head.

"Come again!"

With a bang, Moss's body exploded out again, but this time it hit the ceiling in front of him slanted.

With a scream of "Ah", a big bag appeared on Moss' head, and it was even more dirt-like and fell to the ground.

"Practice the shock conduction technique quickly! Otherwise, even if you have a lover's corpse and immortal artifact, you will be knocked to death. After all, the skills of a truly powerful person, even if it is shock and squeeze, can cause fatal damage to you." In another room, Rui's voice sounded with constant knocking sounds: "Aren't you known as the most handsome genius? Why are you so slow to learn skills? If I had changed to Ailin, I'm afraid you'd already mastered ten such techniques?"

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Si Dinghan screamed and was beaten by Rui, who was waving a big black stick, and ran all over the room.

"Shocking Conduction!"

While trying to perform the tricks over and over again, Si Dinghan kept crying in his heart, "Mr. Xiaobenben has Xiaobenben, specializing in fighting black sticks, but he actually has black sticks! His physical skills are really a big black stick!"

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Eastern territory of the Kingdom of Aiqi.

Baratheon territory, Thresh Ridge Lord Castle.

In the convention hall of the castle, on the bright red coral stone floor, there were many corpses of famous magicians, with pools of dried blood everywhere.

A large number of vultures and flies that smelled the corpse were flying over the castle and outside the hall, respectively.

"how so?"

His eyes were dim and his eyes seemed to be brewing a storm in his eyes, looking at the white-haired magician holding a bone staff expressionlessly, and asked coldly.

At the feet of the tall man was the body of a young magician who looked a bit similar to Aya Death Wing.

The young magician had a blood hole on his forehead and his face was full of horror. He seemed to have seen something inexplicably feared before his death.

"have no idea."

The magician with the same white skin and hair shook his head, "Although my undead reincarnation technique can enhance his strength, it should not allow him to kill like this uncontrollable."

"have no idea?"

A trace of intriguing expression appeared on the tall man's face, "Aya Deathy Wing was originally the second heir to our Baratheon family. Although it is irreversible, it could at least become a loyal and powerful Death Sage. As for Aya Deathy Wo, he is also one of the future successors of the seven lords of the territory we designated, and now he is the lord of Thresh City. Now that such a thing has happened, do you tell me that you don't know?"

In the tepid narrative of this tall man, a terrifying dragon breath enveloped the entire castle.

All the flies and vultures were shocked and flying away from the castle, and many even fell directly from the sky.

The face of the sorcerer with the same white skin and hair remained unchanged, "There is only one possibility... I followed your instructions and instilled in him the absolute loyalty of you, Baratheon, and only followed the orders of your command. But it is possible that a certain emotion in his heart, perhaps hatred, is stronger than the will I instilled in. That's why such a thing happened."

"Did Ayakawo and Ayaka's death wings have had a grudge before?" The sorcerer, who had the same white skin and hair, asked, looking at the man with a storm in his eyes.

The tall man raised his eyebrows slightly: "In a certain competition, Aya Saiyi was seriously injured in Aya Saiyi's hands. Aya Saiyi was also seriously injured that time and was defeated by Aya Saiyi's hands."

"Maybe it was because Aya Shiyi felt that Aya Shiyi had injured his injury to affect his cultivation and led to such an outcome?" The white-haired magician looked at the tall man, "So Aya Shiyi actually had a strong hatred for Aya Shiyi. Apart from that, I can't find any other explanation."

The tall man glanced at the white-haired magician, his eyes flashed with light, and the dragon breath that enveloped the entire castle slowly disappeared.

"Then what you said is the only possibility, what will Aya Deathy Wing, who ran out of our Baratheon, do? Will he kill the enemy he thought he thought was an enemy one by one?" The tall man's face returned to calm and asked.

"It's theoretically." The white-haired magician nodded, "He will become a vengeful monster."

"Are you avenge monster?"

The tall man pondered for a second and called a nearby magician, "Transfer the news of Ayakawo's killing, but don't say that Ayaka's death was killed. Try to involve this to Ayaka. At the same time, don't let people outside know that Ayaka's death has become such an existence."
Chapter completed!