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Chapter 189 Casillas burning with rage (first update, please subscribe)

New York Temple, Magic Training Room.

In the spacious training room, Casillas looked at the seven new mages in front of him with a serious face.

"Tell me again, where did you go wrong?"

"I'm sorry, instructor, we were wrong. We shouldn't have separated in an unknown environment without permission, and we shouldn't have thought that the instructor was there to relax our minds and end up in a desperate situation."

John and other mages shouted loudly in unison. Their foreheads were covered with sweat, and the mage robes on their bodies were soaked.

God knows, three days ago, because of the carelessness of people like myself, the group was almost wiped out. I won’t tell you how desperate I was at that time.

After coming back, instructor Casillas looked gloomy and had a very serious attitude towards them, with the words "You are all trash" written on his face.

As punishment for their almost annihilation.

These days, the instructors have assigned them a large number of training tasks, from the number of magic spells to the intensity of actual combat, which have made them miserable.

It can be said that 24 hours a day, excluding eating and sleeping, 12 hours of rest time are spent training.

Finally today, I can be relieved.

"Again, you made a mistake."

Casillas' serious voice sounded in the training room again.

"I'm sorry, instructor, we were wrong. We shouldn't have separated in an unknown environment without permission, and we shouldn't have thought that the instructor was there to relax our minds and end up in a desperate situation."

Hearing the shouts of the mages in unison, Casillas's serious expression softened slightly.

But immediately, with a cold face, he ordered again: "You are all trained under my hands."

"I hope you can learn a lesson the next time you carry out a mission. The enemy is not a fool. When he sees many people, he will naturally set a trap."

"If you expect him to fight directly with seven of you by himself, you might as well expect thunder from the sky and Emperor Weishan to directly destroy reality for you."

"I can't be with you every time. Next time, a similar situation occurs, I will have to collect the bodies for you."

Towards the end, Casillas's tone became more serious.

The faces of all the mages also became solemn, and they had not forgotten it.

Last time, the instructor was almost trapped. If it weren't for Master Lockhart and the giant snake, the instructor would have collected the corpses for them.

Then, Casillas looked at the mages who nodded heavily, his face softened, and he said.

"This special training is here first. Next time I go on a mission, I hope to see you come back alive and intact."

Hearing this, all the mages nodded. They didn't want to die. This colorful world couldn't live without them.

Afterwards, Casillas gave a few instructions and turned to leave.

Seeing the instructor leaving the training room, all the mages slumped down on the ground, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and then used cleaning magic on themselves to suck out all the sweat from their clothes and dry them again.

Fortunately, the special training is over. If you dare to do this during training, you will have to double the amount of exercise.

"Mitchell, how do you feel? You can still get used to it."

John asked the slightly thin Mage Mitchell who was slumped on the floor next to him.

"Fortunately, the instructor knew that my physical fitness was the worst, so he just pushed me to the limit of my body." Master Michelle laughed at himself.

"Stop talking about me, how are you?" Mitchell asked Yuno next to him.

"I'm about the same as you. The instructor's eyes are too sharp. Even though the amount is greater than yours, it's still stuck to the limit of my body." Yuno replied weakly.

"If I want to say that it's the worst, it has to be John. This time, he is in a terrible state."

Yuno said something, and Mitchell nodded in agreement. The two of them looked at John, who was lying directly on the floor, motionless.

As the captain, he has an unshirkable responsibility for this operation.

Casillas has the most serious and demanding attitude towards John. When training, he trains directly towards breaking the limits of the human body.

What should I do if it causes damage? What should I do if I am too tired to move?

Lockhart's vitality tonic was served nearby.

In short, if Casillas doesn't teach John a profound lesson this time, he will be an instructor for nothing.

All seven mages are going to die, and the batch of fresh blood that his New York Temple has just recruited are all gone.

It doesn't matter if he is a fool, what is most scary is that the captain is a fool and leads everyone on the road to death.

When he thought of this, Casilla almost couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

Now John was lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling, only his chest was constantly floating, and he was breathing heavily.

In this mission, he felt that he was completely stupid. He had no objection to the rigorous training of the instructors. Instead, he was exposed to the rigorous training to eliminate the fear in his heart.

Fortunately, no one died. Even if one died, he would blame himself in his heart.

If they were all dead, he wouldn't know what to do.

After a while, John regained his strength, stood up, and said apologetically to all the mages.

"I'm sorry, this time I bear the heaviest responsibility and put everyone in danger."

Hearing this, all the mages waved their hands and comforted each other: "The enemy is too cunning this time, and they even use technological weapons."

They also knew that according to normal combat standards, nothing would happen to the seven of them.

But the Dormammu believer who appeared this time turned out to be a technology tycoon.

After investigation, it was found that the other party not only spent money to buy people, performed a large number of blood sacrifices, but also played with technological weapons.

Who would have thought of this.

Moreover, even the instructor, Master Lockhart, was almost trapped.

John is really not to blame for what happened this time. If it were them, they might have been tricked.

Of course, the most important thing is that everyone is safe and sound. This is the most important thing.

After all, they had a good relationship before. They studied together, trained together, and fought together. The friendship was relatively strong.

Seeing everyone comforting himself, John felt a little more comfortable, thought about it, and said, "Is there anything you want to play?"

"You can say whatever you want, I'm treating you, just use it as a way to vent your inner stress."

Speaking of this, John laughed at himself: "I'm still a little scared inside now."

When the mage heard this, his eyes lit up, someone was treating him, this was a good thing, and they all said.

"I think the Hungarian Wilson bar I went to last time was good."

"Farewell, let's go take a dip in the hot springs of the Rotorua volcano. I've been very tired these past few days."

"How about going to the East for a big meal. I feel good about the food in the East."

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John looked at the mages sitting cross-legged on the floor, discussing traveling around the world, and didn't take it seriously.

As a mage of Kama Taj, the portal is standard.

And they are now in the New York Temple, which has recorded a large number of teleport points from around the world.

Even if you don't know the specific location, you can teleport directly through the New York Temple.

The only thing you have to pay attention to is whether your wallet is enough.

suddenly

Master Mitchell next to him suddenly said.

"I heard that Master Lockhart has opened a Wanxiang Book Cafe, which is specially provided for mages. Do you want to go and check it out?"

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