Create the Age of Magic

When Horn was doing experiments, the name of the Magic House was further fermented in Boulder City.

More topics about the magic house were passed on among the witches, and the current address of the magic house was naturally one of the objects of their discussion.

Someone with good intentions did some research, and the place where Horn and the others are now is the original headquarters of the Black Axe Brotherhood.

The Black Ax Brotherhood has always been a bad organization, and the fact that the House of Magic can forcibly snatch the house from the Brotherhood of the Black Ax further proves the strength of the House of Magic.

Jeffrey the Black Ax was beaten by Horn, the owner of the House of Magic, and couldn't take care of himself. The news that he had been injured for a month and hadn't healed didn't know where it came from.

This kind of topic is the easiest to spread, so after only one day after the news was revealed, it spread throughout the entire southeast district, and other districts also heard about it.

This made Jeffrey very uncomfortable. It is a trivial matter that this news hurt the face of the Black Ax Brotherhood and him. Anyway, their face was already lost when they were driven away by Horn.

But the fact that he tried his best to conceal that he was seriously injured spread to the ears of the other two gangsters in the southeast area, and it was very terrible.

In the past, he was considered the largest gang in the southeast region with the powerful fighting power brought by his black axe. Unfortunately, he was not friendly to the other two gangs at that time.

It can even be called too much, because of the black axe, he has formed a lot of blood debts with those two gangsters.

Now that the news that he has not recovered from his serious injury has spread, he himself does not believe that those two guys are not thinking of him.

No, just this morning a letter of war came into Jeffrey's hands.

At noon tomorrow, they will re-demarcate the site with Jeffrey in a square in a remote neighborhood in the southeast district.

If Jeffrey, who was originally holding a black ax and was intact, would be very happy, because he can occupy an absolute advantage among the second-level fighters.

But now he is not qualified to fight against the other two big gangs at all. He has lost the black ax and was injured by Horn and has not fully recovered yet. He can only be regarded as a first-level fighter.

He wouldn't be able to bear it if a first-level fighter broke out or something.

In this case, the weakest gang becomes the Brotherhood of the Black Axe.

This made him worry badly, and there was only one person who could help him under the current situation.

...

Early the next morning, the witches who came to take the test had already lined up. At this time, a special guest came to the Magic House.

A group of vicious guys appeared at the door of the Magic House, and the faces of the witches who were queuing up showed a little fear, because these people were members of the Black Ax Brotherhood.

What are they here for?

Could it be that the house was taken away and you are not convinced, do you want to fight here?

As for the wild witches who hang around the door of the magic house, or come to the store to buy things, they look at them with less friendly eyes.

They have generally gained power from Horn and become spellcasters. Naturally, so many spellcasters gathered together will not be afraid of Jeffrey and the others.

After letting all the minions stop at the door, Jeffrey walked into the magic house with the middle-aged housekeeper.

At this moment, Jeffrey was a little weird. He was wearing a large black cloak to completely hide himself, as if he was covering something.

This further confirmed the rumors that he was injured by Horn.

If it weren't for his broad frame and the butler following him, he wouldn't even be recognizable as Geoffrey, the fraternity leader.

Jeffrey's gangsters blocked the door of the magic house with their nostrils up.

And those wild witches who didn't like them looked at them with disdain.

Jeffrey's men, who noticed that the wizards' eyes were wrong, looked back with even more fierce eyes.

The witches didn't want to do anything in the house of magic, which was a place they respected, and Jeffrey's younger brothers didn't want to be presumptuous in the house of magic because of Jeffrey's order and the horror they had seen Horn.

So the two parties who dislike each other can only attack each other with their eyes.

The situation is roughly similar to,

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

Take another look?

just try it...

The eye-to-eye battle was very exciting, but Jeffrey's little brothers never dreamed that all the guys who provoked each other with their eyes were all spellcasters with a ring of strength!

Maybe one day when an old younger brother brags to his juniors, he will say,

When your grandfather and I were young, we used to provoke a group of magicians led by XXX and the great magician XXX at the gate of the headquarters of the Magic Council with a group of buddies...

The eye-to-eye battle on both sides was very enjoyable, but the gathering of these people at the door of the Magic House had some impact on the business after all.

Then Marsile, who was in charge of selling things, closed the door of the shop and came out.

"What are you doing, we don't need to do business at the door, you all give me where to cool off and stay where you are."

Isn't it a curse to stay where it is cool in this big winter?

Jeffrey's men had all seen the bearded man and knew that he was the one who attacked with Horn.

But they were not afraid of Masile, because Masile, who was ugly in that battle, was just a follower and had never shown his strength at all.

They only obey the strong. As for Masile, they are not qualified to obey. Their boss's order is to let them wait here so that they will not listen to the orders of this guy who is taller than them and looks like a bad guy.

"Who are you? Don't think that we are afraid of you because you look scary. You were still drinking milk when we came out to fight."

The leading brother pointed at Marsile and said disdainfully.

After he finished speaking, the remaining younger brothers also laughed wildly, and the scene got out of control for a while.

Yo ha!

Marsile was not angry when he saw the arrogant appearance of these youngsters, he just pulled out the walnut staff from his belt, the top of the staff was facing the ground in front of the leading brother, his lips moved slightly, and a ball of something came out of the staff. The front section was launched.

boom!

A loud noise came from the ground in front of the leader, and the ground under his feet was hit with a dent the size of a bowl!

The breeze mixed with dust blew over the stunned faces of the younger brothers, and they looked at Marsile in horror, they didn't understand this trick!

A month ago, this person was still at the same level as them, at most stronger than them, but how could he become a spellcaster now?

Just that face, just that figure, just that bald head, just that style of painting, this guy shouldn't be a spellcaster...

They left the entrance of the magic house with a dull expression, and went to the side to take out the entrance of the dilapidated house and waited.

Seeing these little bastards give in to him, Masile felt as refreshed as if he had eaten hot pot in the winter.

This is the first time he has enjoyed the pleasure brought by magic.

It was also from this time that Marsile developed the habit of using magic to pretend to be coquettish in front of others.

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There are several exams this week, so this week is an update, please understand.