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"How is this possible"

Looking at the red-robed figure who was chopping melons and vegetables in the distance, as if riding colorful auspicious clouds, Hercules' pagoda-like strong man's voice was a little choked up.

He never expected that the one who could save him would be the Master Zhizhang who chased the impossible, no, it should be called the Great Master Zhizhang now!

However, the easy and freehand way of Zhizhang using the flaming sword to chop zombies also inspired the hard-working Hercules.

Maybe it's better to use weapons against zombies?

Can't be underestimated!

As soon as he said it, Hercules took out two dumbbells from the storage card, which were the training props he usually used to exercise his arm muscles. At this time, they were used as temporary weapons and smashed at the head of the zombie.

With a sound of "bang", the training dumbbell made of pure iron was exceptionally easy to use. It directly punched a dent in the head of the attacked zombie, and an inexplicable liquid flowed out of its skull, killing it on the spot.

"Huh~ah~huh~ah~"

However, the Hercules who made this blow was not relaxed, and began to breathe heavily.

After all, dumbbells are not weapons made for fighting. It takes too much energy to swing them, and the attack range is also very narrow. They are only a little stronger than bare-handed combat.

Prior to this, Hercules had been bitten by zombies in many places all over his body, and gray poisonous spots of different shades were produced on the damaged parts. This was the corpse poison carried by the zombie's teeth, which also interfered with the large body to a certain extent. Normal performance of wrestlers.

This is also thanks to the fact that the strong man has a trustworthy bicep. If it were a thin and tall man with a slender figure who wanted to swing a dumbbell to attack, it is very likely that the enemy would not hit him, and his wrist would be dislocated first.

"Hercules hold on tight, I'm coming!"

As if seeing the embarrassing situation of the Hercules fighting, the flame on the tip of the sword of the Master Zhizhang suddenly rose by half a foot, speeding up the efficiency of slashing and rushing towards the Hercules to help.

"Twenty-three years"

The Master Zhizhang holding a flaming sword slashed horizontally and vertically, setting off a bloody storm, like a butcher wielding an axe in a vegetable market, cutting up all the zombies that appeared in front of him.

"I have been unlucky for twenty-three years, just waiting for such an opportunity!"

Wisdom Wand wielding a flaming sword is caught in the memories of the past, no one believes him, no one supports him. Everyone took exception to what he did and what he said.

Whether in the previous life or after entering the Dreamland.

No one cares about him, no one cares about him, even if he shows a good talent for fire magic, even if he rushes to the front line every time he fights, even if he is willing to walk on the edge of life and death, he is still regarded by everyone. contempt and ridicule.

He worked so hard, so desperately, as a mage, he had to learn the skills of a warrior to stand up, in order to gain people's respect.

Accustomed to ridicule, cold reception, loneliness, the lonely Zhizhang boy is still full of heroic fantasies, growing silently with the desire for warmth.

This loneliness is as huge as the permafrost in the frosty jungle, which piles up and gets thicker and thicker in the snow and wind day after day, never melting, getting thicker and more solid.

No matter how difficult it is, we must go forward bravely, and no matter how bad or sad we are, we will never give up.

"I don't want to be stepped on for the rest of my life!"

"I have been unlucky for twenty-three years, just waiting for an opportunity! I want to fight for my breath, not to prove that I am better than others, I just want to tell everyone that I must get back what I lost!"

"Ahhhh!"

Accompanied by the low growl of the Wisdom Staff, streams of red light visible to the naked eye emanated from his body, and all of them condensed on the long sword in his hand. The entire blade was burnt red by the blazing heat. , into a 3-meter-long flame sword.

"Raging Flames Hurricane Slash!"

The great mage Zhizhang was full of magic power, holding the flaming long sword and spinning at a high speed. After accelerating for a certain distance, a whirlwind of flame slashing was formed, and it swept straight towards the Hercules.

The zombies encountered along the way were all smashed into charred slag and scattered away, unable to form the slightest obstacle.

The whirlwind of flames rampaged all the way until it stopped half a meter in front of the Hercules, and all the zombies in the ruined streets of the town were swept away.

A wave of heat washed over the Hercules' body, and in the whirlwind of flames that stopped scattering in front of his eyes, the overdrawn Master of Wisdom Staff also appeared.

With a sound of "clang", the great mage Zhizhang was unable to hold the long sword, and the blade dropped to the ground. His whole body also began to fall forward, and was supported by the strong man's hands.

"You did your best, Mage Zhizhang, you are a hero."

"Is this how it feels to be recognized?"

The overdrawn Master Zhizhang closed his eyes and fell asleep in the arms of the Hercules.

In his dreamland, he saw the reincarnated man who was selling "Three Years of Casting and Five Years of Close Combat" at the trading center in the novice area. After he paid for the fantasy coins, he caught the slight upturn of the corner of the reincarnated man's mouth.

Zhizhang knew that it was not a smile of appreciation, but a mockery of buying such a useless thing.

But he still proved himself.

The end of spellcasters may not necessarily be the end of arcane arts and elements, and magic warriors can also have a place.

"Zhizhang, you failed the exam again? Hahaha."

"Zhizhang, are you out of your mind, you can get this score with such an easy test paper this time?"

"Zhizhang, the head teacher said that he has given up on you, and you are not struggling anymore. It is useless for you to work hard like this. If you have no talent, you have no talent. Learning is not useful just by studying hard."

"You still like Banhua? What a toad wants to eat swan meat."

The ferocious faces kept hovering in Zhizhang's mind. They laughed loudly, satirized, and sarcastically, as if the more suffering others were, the more satisfied they were.

Painful pictures are shown continuously like a slideshow, which makes the sleeping Zhizhang feel extremely painful, but this does not seem to be the end, and the picture turns again.

"You don't take a pee and look in the mirror, and you want a raise based on your performance? Get out!"

"I can't do this little thing well. I don't think you are suitable for our department. I will tell the manager and transfer you away."

"You can't even negotiate such an easy contract. I think you'd better find another job. Our company can't tolerate your big Buddha. Or you should stay with the company opposite us. That's our company's deadly enemy."

"Like Xiaomei? Do you deserve it too?! She is the goddess of our [True Brothers Express Group], we don't even dare to go up to talk to you, my brothers advise you, let's give up this unrealistic idea."

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"No! I'm not! I didn't! I just want to prove myself! I can, give me another chance!"

Zhizhang woke up suddenly, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

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