Online Games: 0 Intelligence Mage!

Well, in fact, the picture of tying Cyril to do whatever she wanted just now didn't appear.

Not to mention how powerful the instructors at this level in front of him are. After all, Wang Mang doesn't have the ability to release anger.

Rage: /!

Speaking of anger, Wang Mang was a little puzzled.

The battle begins with anger.

However, using Fire Fist or killing enemy units will grant Rage.

So here comes the question.

I hit people and then I get mad, so I get anger.

I beat people to death and I got more angry, so I got double the anger.

What the hell kind of setting is this?

Inadvertently, Wang Mang remembered an equally popular game he had played before, in which there was a top laner named Renekton the Desert Butcher.

Same thing with that guy, he hit people and he got angry.

"Boy, you will regret it."

Until now, the profession has been completely changed, and the barbarian big man next to him sighed bitterly, then looked at Wang Mang and said.

He must regret it!

Just because he doesn't have the blue release skill, he will definitely regret it.

"Real men never regret it."

Wang Mang glanced at him lightly, and then walked towards Cyril who was intoxicated with the gold coins.

"My dear mentor, do you also think that I have no prospects for future development?"

Although somewhat unnecessary, Wang Mang felt that he had to defend the name of the mage.

At the very least, she had to let her mentor understand that what she received was not waste.

"I'm sorry, my dear disciple, based on your intelligence, I can't help you with anything, or even master skills you're not familiar with."

"Because you don't have blue..."

Cyril's face is full of guilt. This is the truth. Her career advancement and vocational training, or things about hidden skills and hidden tasks, all stem from the mage trial.

There is no blue, which means that the other party is nothing but the title of a mage.

boom!

But the next second, before her words were finished, a fiery flame burst out from Wang Mang's fist!

Fire Fist!

A strong magical aura gathered on Wang Mang's fist, and the flame was definitely not drilled out by other means.

magic?

magic!

Cyril looked at the eldest disciple in front of her in shock.

"This fiery fist, how many points does the instructor give me?"

With his flaming fist, Wang Mang aimed at the headlight on the instructor's chest and smashed it hard.

-!

boom!

The number of shame came out of Cyril's head with difficulty, making Wang Mang's arrogance disappear instantly.

He punched, except for leaving a fist mark on the chest of the luxurious mage robe, there was nothing to gain.

How old are these girls?

Wang Mang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in embarrassment, a series of movements like a child who made mistakes.

But having said that, the small anti-shock force just now is enough to show how terrifying the elasticity of that pair of headlights is!

"My warrior, your magic has opened my eyes, and I apologize to you for my previous attitude."

And Cyril's madness did not come as expected,

What Wang Mang saw was her bright and beautiful eyes without any impurities.

"Ding! The magical talent of the player [Wenwen Erya] shocked the mage mentor Cyril. Her favor with the player has risen, and the current stage is appreciation."

Can you still play like this?

Wang Mang was stunned and didn't understand.

He didn't understand, but Cyril had already set off a huge wave in her heart.

She had never heard of a mage who could cast skills without blue.

She can't be wrong by seeing the eldest disciple's gentle and elegant attribute panel with her own eyes.

And she still remembers the fiery power of the fist that just hit her soft spot.

That punch!

Filled with magical elements of destruction!

Intelligence can never gather such a strong magical element.

It's ridiculous, I even saw it wrong!

Almost missed the outstanding disciple who inherited his power.

Of course, that punch was only a bit of forced damage on her body.

But how many years has she studied magic?

In the Continent of Gods and Demons, it is impossible to guess the age of others from the surface. When a proud magician reaches a certain height, only the concept of age is left.

As a transfer tutor in the mage profession, she does not show her strength in a high-profile manner, but she is by no means weak.

Otherwise, she was just a skill warning, why did Kuqi cancel her irritable behavior?

There was only one thought in Cyril's mind right now.

Train your own disciples well!

Sometimes the change of mentality is so fast, the pc of the gods and demons continent cannot be calculated according to the intelligent AI of other games.

At least, Wang Mang can feel the emotions of real talents in them!

"What did I see? Cyril has an idea for a human warrior? My god, if it's someone else, don't slam her headlights, she'll sing the forbidden spell on the spot, even on the corner of her clothes."

Some of the barbarian mentor Kuqi, who was hit, turned and left in a decadent manner.

He could clearly see the flaming fist just now, all his previous calculations had failed.

That warrior has his own chance.

The barbarian is doomed to miss that man.

And Cyril also came back to her senses, she had already felt the breath of magic.

Those tasks that she could not give the warriors before can also be started smoothly.

"My eldest disciple, my warrior, are you willing to go to the depths of the jungle to find magic crystals for me?"

"Ding! The player's [Gentle and Elegant] favorability has reached the requirement, and the quest [Ceryl's Troubles] has been triggered. After completion, the favorability can be further improved to get rich rewards."

This attitude changes fast enough!

It is not said that this task must be accepted.

It is important to have a good relationship with your mentor.

Rolling his eyes, Wang Mang took over the task.

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The diligent little writer just drifted by~

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