Night Crow Master

"Guardian Curse? White Wolf? Is it you? Walker?"

Less than three seconds after Yate turned the patron saint formed by the patron saint curse and turned into a white wolf, and placed his paws on Pavless’s head, there was an exclamation, a dark shadow Appeared beside Yate.

His legs are thick, long and sturdy, the soles of his feet have turned into wolf claws, and his hands have some werewolf features. The neck and cheeks are also covered with black wolf hair, and the pair of round pupils exude the characteristics of wolf. a feeling of.

The professor of Griffin College is also the man with the highest position in the Geralt family at Hogmot School.

Warwick Geralt.

He looked at the huge white wolf patron saint who was huge, nearly two meters tall and looked like a baby elephant, and exclaimed:

"how did you do that?"

Warwick looked at the silver-white light glowing on the white wolf's body, and was amazed.

"Professor, I think at this time we should first confirm that the black magician is dead or not."

Yate raised his eyebrows and said with Walker's arrogant attitude.

"The Black Mage... By the way."

Warwick remembered that he was chasing the scent as a werewolf. He clenched the wand in his right hand and walked to the left front paw of the white wolf.

When the enhanced vision saw the person pressing under the wolf paw clearly, he felt cold behind his back, his legs tightened and kicked hard, and his body backed more than ten meters:

"Walker! Be careful! This guy is the black magician! The top of the tombstone!"

While yelling, Warwick raised his wand and cast a destructive spell at the person at the feet of the white wolf:

"Torn apart!"

The patron saint of the white wolf formed by Yate's emotional power had already raised his paw at the moment the spell was cast.

Warwick's destructive curse hit Pavless's body without any hindrance, dividing his body into six or seven pieces.

Warwick didn't even react to this situation. He looked at the cursed corpse, a little dazed:

"what happened?"

"Because he is dead, Professor."

Yate looked at the Werewolf Professor with a little speechless and amused look, his dazed look made him think of Husky.

"died?"

Warwick was about to ask. This was when two shadows appeared in the middle of Warwick.

It is Black Bat Dean Elizabeth and Griffin Dean Fura.

The two came here because they heard Warwick’s howling wolf. After landing through the Shadow Reshaping Curse, the two of them looked at the dismembered Pavles and the slyly beside Yate. The sitting huge white wolf was also taken aback.

"Professor Geralt, what happened?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything, it was Fula Jana who said.

Although Yate belongs to the Black Bat Academy, he actually has nothing to do with the Black Bat Academy.

Warwick Geralt belongs to the Geralt family, a firm sect of Griffin College.

So Elizabeth didn't say anything.

Hearing the empty voice of Dean Fula, Warwick blinked and pointed his half-dewclawed fingers at the corpse on the ground:

"That's Bavarius."

"Bavlers!?"

The two didn't think of Pavless's body at first, but thought it was other members of the tombstone.

But after hearing the name Pavres, both of them were shocked. Dean Fula raised the long wooden wand. The fierce wind surged around her, and Elizabeth waved one. The richly decorated black and red magic wand and the bright red shield like blood rolled around her to protect her.

After carefully protecting themselves, the two looked at the divided body on the ground, and asked Yate and Warwick:

"He really is dead? Are you sure?"

Warwick was a little uncertain when he was said so, but Yate shrugged his shoulders relaxedly:

"If the Death Curse can't kill him, then I don't know."

Yate's words gave the three people a lot of reverie.

Elizabeth Vladimir, this glamorous lady, stared at Yate with her bright red eyes:

"Mr. Walker, are you sure!? Are you sure you hit him with a life-threatening spell without being blocked by something?"

Yate looked amused at the nervousness of these people:

"Yes, I'm sure. He kept killing all kinds of magical creatures in the forest. I attacked him with a life-threatening spell from behind, and was blocked by a crow. Then I summoned my patron saint to attack him. He seemed to be very weak and was directly knocked down by my patron saint. I thought he was very dangerous, so I took advantage of the situation and killed him with a fatal spell."

"Very dangerous!? Very dangerous!?"

Warwick came to Yate's side, shook his shoulder vigorously, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said:

"Do you know who he is? Walker!?"

"do not know."

Yate bit his head and looked like I didn't know.

"He is the former dean of the Black Bat Academy! The former patriarch of the Ajialu family was called together with President Amberlier, Dean Clement, and President of the Ministry of Magic in the holy war of the magician decades ago. For the "savior of the magic world," the four of them led the people in the magic world, repelling the black magicians again and again, and finally disintegrated the four huge black magic organizations that existed at that time."

"These four people are the strongest in the magic world... He almost killed Dean Clement just now."

Warwick was very excited to tell Atkop the history of the so-called "Holy War in the Wizarding World".

Yate said that I knew it, but watching Warwick's excitement and Dean Elizabeth's complicated expression as if his menstrual period had come, after thinking about it, he showed a slightly dazed expression.

When Warwick gave Artkop what he already knew, the nervous Frau used various methods to test again and again, and finally determined from the various artifacts on his body that the corpse really belonged to Bavarius. A Jialu, and indeed is dead.

The flirty beauty dean then used a spell to conjure a gust of wind, and rolled up the body of Pavless:

"To be on the safe side, we'd better take him to the academy and discuss it in a safe place."

Elizabeth didn't argue with her old rival at this time, but just nodded, and left with Fula, monitoring the body while Fula was transporting the body to prevent accidents.

"It's a thrilling day, I don't know what to say."

Warwick watched the two deans leave, then turned to look at Yate who had driven the patron saint away:

"Let's go... how did you summon such a strong patron saint?"

Whether the patron saint is strong or not has a lot to do with the positive emotions in the heart. Positive emotions such as happiness, positivity, hope, etc. will affect the strength of the patron saint.

The two walked back together, Warwick was holding Yate's shoulders. This junior was a bit annoying before, but now he can talk to him very well and have a good relationship.

"Maybe it's because of women?" Yate curled his mouth and said with a smile.

"woman?"

"When I molest women, especially beautiful women, I feel very happy."

"Boy, it looks like your patron saint is a pervert." Warwick held Yate's shoulder and raised his eyebrows.

"I think your patron saint is too." Yate looked at Walker and replied. The corner of his eye glanced at the woods next to him and then turned back.

"How is it possible that my patron saint is because of my justice, bravery, kindness, hard work and hard work..."

"Can't you just point your face?"

"What's the use of face..."

Half a minute after the two of them wrangled back and disappeared from the scene, a figure walked out of the woods.

A fifteen or six-year-old boy——Bov Ajialu.

The kind smile that had been hung on his face for a long time had become gloomy, and his right hand was wearing a black glove, as if to hide something.

He searched the scene and found nothing, and kicked the tree next to him angrily.

then.......

He found something.

This is...Bavler's phalanx wand and immortal ring!

When he saw the objects clearly and understood what they were, a smile appeared on his face.

Looking left and right, Baifu quickly disappeared into the woods.

And he didn't know that in the dark shadow among the leaves, a crow looked at his disappearing back, and a humanized light flashed in his eyes.