"Oh, this is beautiful, so you can do whatever you want. Not only is the male blue dragon fascinated, but even the female... It seems that the charm of my junior girl breaks through the sky, and it turns out that it is a killing for both men and women!

I just don’t know if they will use magic to create a child.

Speaking of which, the dragon doesn't seem to be very important. Isn't there any evil gossip that Sefiel's good friend Cromi is a male dragon?

I don’t know if there is any between Sefiel and Cromi...hehehe."

With some dark thoughts, after sending away the cheering little star, Black whistled and walked up and down the Mage Tower.

He took some magical materials on his body, and when he was about to leave the mage tower, he suddenly heard a few sounds coming from the library.

The pirate's ears moved, and an interesting expression appeared on his face, and he quietly escaped into the shadow.

In the library of the Mage Tower, two little dwarfs were hugging each other, curled up in the shadow of the bookshelf. It could be seen that they were frightened.

"What should I do? Wendell, the mages have left, but they have forgotten us here."

Jesse Spark hugged her husband's arm tightly, looked around in fear, and whispered:

"We should have run away just now, it's all your fault!"

"We just ran out and were about to feed the demons. It's right for us to hide here."

The white-bearded dwarf Wendell Spark was also sweating at this moment. He was wearing his purple sharp-cornered hat, holding a black magic wand in his hand, waving his movements gracefully, and looking around vigilantly.

He said to his wife:

"Don't be afraid, Jesse, we can find a way out. I will protect you. Our Jindy is still waiting for us to go back. We can't give up."

"Um..."

The female dwarf hugged her husband's hand even harder.

Although she is wearing a mage robe, she is best at baking magic. To put it simply, making magic snacks is more like a magic chef than a mage.

Although the magic snacks made by Mrs. Spark is well-known in Dalaran.

But no matter how delicious the snack is, it can't help at the moment.

"We just need to go out secretly and don't disturb the terrible warlocks. I learned some stealth skills in Normoregan when I was a kid. Jesse, come with me."

Wendell Spark is also scared, but as a man, he must support his wife's confidence at this time.

Then he wiped his sweat, tried hard to tiptoe, and took his wife step by step outside the library. When the warlocks came to attack the camp, he and his wife happened to copy books here, and then they escaped the disaster.

But at this moment, he needs to use his "skills" to escape from here.

Two little dwarfs held hands and quietly walked through more than a dozen bookshelfs in the library, and they moved little by little to the entrance of the Mage Tower.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he "sneaked" and left, but his hands pressed on the shoulders of both of them, pressing down his arms with force, as if he had suppressed two "little mice" who wanted to escape.

"Well... are you dancing? Little dwarf? This dance is not very good. Are you learning stealth from a certain dwarf warrior?"

Black's gloomy voice rang in the Sparks' ears, scaring Mrs. Sparks' screamed, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot. Well, she should be considered a normal dwarf.

The courage is a little more limited than the rabbit.

"You! Evil Warlock! Stay away from my wife!"

But Mr. Wendell seemed to have more courage.

He waved his wand, waving his wand in a very intimidating position. He wrapped the wand with the warm yellow light, coupled with the gnome's scolding, as if he was about to release a terrible magic.

"I warn you, I am a high-level spellcaster of Dalaran!"

Wendell Spark screamed:

"I will release a destructive world with my wand..."

"Is it a lamplight technique?"

The pirate stood up, tilted his head, and looked at the white-bearded dwarf wizard who was protecting his wife in front of him.

He hugged his arms and said with interest:

"Wendell Spark, a low-level mage of Dalaran, does not have any magical talent. The greatest achievement in this life is to use the "Lighting Technique".

The six-person council of Dalaran thought your magic tricks were interesting, so he allowed you to use your magical lighting technique to light up every street light in the Magic City every night when Dalaran came.

It is precisely because of this "special job" that you can get the title of a low-level mage in Dalaran.

I'm curious, why are you running to Northrend if you don't light the street light in Dalaran? Oh, by the way, you and your wife have a little daughter named Jindy Sparkle.

She is different from you two.

She is a very talented little wizard, and the tuition fee for studying in Dalaran is very expensive."

Black took out a few gems from his bag, threw them up and down his palm, and said to the white-bearded dwarf who was shaking his body in front of him:

"You need money, right? Mr. Wendell."

The dwarf is scared.

The pirate uncovered his old foundation, and there were several hellhounds with salivation around him summoned by Black and surrounded him. Those low-level demons are not difficult for formal mages to deal with.

But for Wendell Spark, any hellhound can easily chew off his head.

“I need money.”

The old dwarf had the courage from nowhere. He waved his wand with all his might and threw out the magic tricks he was best at in the most elegant posture.

As the ball of light swayed at the pirate, he shouted in a trembling voice:

"But don't want your money! Villain!"

"puff"

Mr. Spark casts his spell-casting posture and perfect movements, but unfortunately, the lighting technique is the lighting technique. No matter how superb it is, it is just the lowest level magic trick.

The flying ball of light was caught by the pirate, and with a pinch, it dissipated under the impact of the shadow magic.

The old dwarf also sat next to his wife in despair. He opened his arms and yelled at the Hellhound beside him, trying to protect his family.

"You really don't know how to be proud! Dwarf, you have a soul that is more fierce than a tiger in your small figure... You are not even afraid of demons, you are no longer an ordinary dwarf.

It seems I have to punch hard.”

The pirate sneered.

Take out a scroll from the magic bag, take out a blood-red quill, and write magic patterns on it. It seems that it is to release a terrible magic to destroy the soul of the dwarf.

Maybe it was a sinister curse that made him live a life worse than death in the second half of his life.

Old Wendell closed his eyes in despair, holding his wife, thinking to himself:

My Jindy, your mother and I are going to die in this place far away from you. I'm sorry that I can't bring back the dictionary we copied for you.

But don't be sad for us.

Your mom and I died as a mage in the battle with the evil warlock, and you can be proud of us...

"Hey, have you finished the inner drama? Do you want me to give you some more time to recall your long life?"

Black sounded in front of Wendell's eyes with a playful voice. The dwarf with his eyes closed quietly opened his eyes and saw the pirate throwing out an invitation-like thing.

There is a passage written in beautiful Saras:

Dear Miss Jindy Spark:

Through the recommendation and inspection of your recommender [Blake Shaw], we happily inform you that you have been allowed to attend Nasalas School.

A list of materials required for admission is attached with the letter.

The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1, 7, the seventh year of the Dark Gate, and we will wait until July 31, to bring your Arcane Elements back.

From Nasalas Academy President: Ayya Blue Moon (Senior Magic Advisor of the Royal Elf Empire, Honorary Magic Guardian of the Queen, and the Supreme Arcane of the Palace Wizards Group)

"this!"

Wendell Spark, the old dwarf, was floating up and down like a roller coaster.

He had witnessed Dean Lan Yue's knowledge and demeanor with his own eyes. His daughter was studying at the mysterious and powerful Nasalas College, so he was absolutely willing.

"Don't rush to thank you first, bury your gratitude in your heart. Keep reading."

Black stopped the old dwarf's words and made a gesture.

So Wendell Spark continued to look down and saw a wide range of materials needed to enroll:

【uniform】

First-year freshmen need:

1.

Three or more sets of apprentice robes in style (two sets of regular clothes, one set of dress)

2.

Two triple enchantment wizard spire hats (one school hat, one top hat)

3. A pair of protective gloves for testing (made from snake human skin)

4. A hidden protection double cloak (for tactical training and practical training)
To be continued...