Mage Joan

I witnessed that sixty little friends were instantly swept down by the flying purple barrage, and the rest of the goblins were so scared that they lost their souls, resisting the collapse of their will, and crying and fleeing deep into the nest.

"Mr. Vader, I suddenly discovered that "Magic Missile" is the most suitable spell for matching multiple heads!"

Duo Er's eyes filled with excitement.

"The trick you just made is so handsome! Where is the "Magic Missile", it is simply "The Missile Storm"!"

"Multiple spellcasting with "Magic Missiles", while hitting 60 hostile targets 200 feet away, also guarantees a hit, which is really good."

Joan gave a bitter smile with "belly language".

"Unfortunately, this method of casting is too expensive and not sustainable."

A round of salvo consumes 12 spell slots, even if Joan has so many spell slots, he still has the wonderful flowers of "Sid Mana", "Mythical Power" and "Tear of God", and there is no way to maintain this for a long time. The fierce firepower, unable to output a few rounds, will face the embarrassing situation of having to do everything.

"That's true."

Duo Er smiled softly, turned over and jumped off from Joan's back. His figure flowed like a wind, and he seemed to dance, and his swords turned into a little bit of coldness, closing the throat to the swords that had not died.

...

Joan and Dora, stayed in the goblin's lair for about three hours.

The twelve-headed cold snake lizard, advancing from the cave entrance to the end of the nest, slaughtered no less than 300 goblins, and the proficiency in "multi-head cast" has greatly improved.

After a night of special training, Joan has now been able to ensure that all 12 "frozen rays" hit targets within 50 feet.

In the nest, the corpses piled up like mountains, and the pungent goblin body odor mixed with the **** gas, it was disgusting.

Neither Joan nor Duo Er wanted to stay longer in this disgusting place, so he turned back and left the goblin lair that had become a burial pit.

Returning to the empty lake surrounded by moonlight, Joan became humanoid and took two deep breaths of fresh air, which relieved his physical and mental fatigue.

After midnight, Joan thought that he would meet his instructor tomorrow morning and cast his spell into the form of a giant eagle, carrying Duo'er into the air and flying back to Midgard City.

...

In the early morning of the next day, Qiao An arrived at the instructor's laboratory on time as agreed.

Professor Moriarty, who has not appeared in school for nearly a month, is still so elegant and handsome.

Qiao An noticed that the tutor's eyes were dark, and he obviously didn't sleep all night, but his energy was surprisingly high. This contrast made him feel that something must have happened!

"Joan, after breakfast, I have to go back to the stock exchange and take the time to come back, just to tell you a good news and a bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Professor Moriarty smiled somewhat mysteriously.

Joan thought about it and quickly made a choice: "You tell the bad news first."

Professor Moriarty stared at the students' eyes, saying almost word for word: "On the night before, the northern gate of the Midgard colony, the military fortress Linyuanbao, was captured by the Fijians."

The news was so sudden and shocking that Joan was shocked for a while, and then he recovered for a while.

"Teacher, where did you get the news? I read the newspaper every day, and there was no big news in the newspaper!"

Professor Moriarty shook his head sneer and said contemptuously: "The newspapers in the Midgard area are either unresponsive, later aware, or already aware, but they cannot pass the news censorship by the government authorities and are not public at all. It’s strange that you can see relevant news from the newspaper on the breaking news!"

Joan froze for a long time, reluctantly suppressing the chaotic thoughts, and got up and asked Professor Moriarty:

"Teacher, what is the good news?"

"Linyuanbao was captured by Feizhen."

"Why is this good news again?" Joan couldn't help crying. "When is this? Why are you still in a mood to joke with me!"

Professor Moriarty took a sip of his coffee, and his lips curled up a strange arc.

"Joan, I'm really not kidding you."

"The fall of Linyuanbao is bad news for our security, but it is good news for our wealth."

"Teacher, I don't understand what you mean..."

"Think about it, my students, you will understand." Professor Moriarty said meaningfully.

In fact, Joan didn't really understand, he had already guessed seven or eight points, but he was reluctant to accept this too cruel reality.

Every millionaire with a **** gold coin in his pocket is always accompanied by the bankruptcy of countless families.

When disaster strikes, the suffering and misfortune of most people will instead give a few speculators a chance to make a fortune.

Compared with the fall of Linyuanbao, the good news hinted by Professor Moriarty has failed to arouse Joan’s interest, and he couldn’t help but ask: “Teacher, can you elaborate on what Linyuanbao is all about? Has it fallen into the hands of Feizhen?"

Mr. Professor spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

"You may not believe it. After the opening of the stock exchange yesterday, the abnormal fluctuations in the trading of Magic Crystal Futures made me suspicious and cast a prophecy spell. As a result, it was speculated that something was a big deal out of the field!"

"Joan, you should also know that prophecy spells can only provide vague signs, but they can't show details. It is not uncommon to make a misjudgment."

"In order to prove that this is not my suspicion, I was searching for news all day long yesterday. I finally heard the tone from a well-informed friend, but the guy didn't know the details himself."

Speaking of which, Mr. Professor suddenly changed the subject, approached Joan, and whispered, "Are you dealing with people from the "Freedom of Children Association"?"

Joan nodded, then added: "I only know a few friends of "Freedom Son", but I didn't join their organization."

"Joseph Adams, you know?"

"Of course I know. I met Mr. Adams twice."

"Joan! Now I want to ask you a favor. Can you manage to contact this Mr. Adams and ask him about the causes and consequences of the fall of Linyuanbao?" Professor Moriarty could not hide his excitement.

"I can ask Hailar to help. She is Mr. Adams' niece, but mentor, why do you have to ask Mr. Adams for news?" Joanne asked wonderingly.

Mr. Professor spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

"Of course it is because in the entire New World, the news of the "Son of Freedom" is the most well-informed! The friend who reported to me was also a senior member of this association, but his position in the "Son of Freedom" did not rank in the top ten. For the time being, I still have no access to the core secrets. If I want to get the latest and most comprehensive information, I can only find the legendary'Big Three', Joan, do you understand what I mean?"

Professor Moriarty watched his students, his eyes eager.

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