The Dragon of the Apocalypse

Several guards breathed a sigh of relief.

But before they could really breathe a sigh of relief.

They saw these orcs actually take out a stack of paper from their arms, then paste it with rice paste and stick it directly on the magic tower!

"What are you doing!!!"

The guards roared again, looking shocked and angry.

Oh my God! Are these orcs desperate for their lives? How dare you post a tabloid on the noble mage tower? They are not afraid of death, but we are afraid of death!

Several guards ran over with nervous expressions and roughly tore off the paper!

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you bastard humans specifically against us? If you won't let me do this, won't you let me do that? I'm going to split your heads!"

An orc was so angry that he wanted to have a fit.

As a result, Gru Skullbreaker punched the orc directly in the face, knocking one of his front teeth off and sending him flying several meters!

The orc covered his face, propped himself up, looked up at his leader, and said aggrievedly: "Chief, why did you hit me?"

"Didn't Abo Shaman say that? The master asked us to come here to recruit excellent spellcasters, not to cause trouble!"

"I, I know, but these damn humans won't let you do this or that, how can we complete the master's mission? This is clearly discriminating against us orcs!"

"You think too much!

Didn’t we learn the last trick from our master? "The orc shaman interjected.

"You mean that trick..."

"That's right! That's the move!" the Orc Shaman said at the end, took a deep breath, put a piece of paper on his chest, and shouted:

"Passing by! Don't miss it! Everyone, come and take a look! Take a look!

Take a look and you won’t suffer! Take a look and you won’t be fooled!

Our master is looking for outstanding spell casters. As long as he can research and improve the 2nd and 3rd level spells that our master needs, our master will give 100 to 200 Jintal as a reward!

Don’t miss it if you’re passing by~”

The orc's voice was like a loud bell, attracting all the spellcasters around him.

The surrounding guards and spellcasters were silent for a moment, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that bursts of exclamations broke out.

A young female spell caster rushed to the side of the orcs and exclaimed:

"Hey, hey, hey! 200 gold tals? Are you serious? Is it really 200 gold tals? Not 20? Not 200 silver tals?"

"Two hundred gold tals! This is not a small amount of money! Hey! Half-orc! Take me to see your master! Obviously I am the kind of genius your master needs!"

"Me! Take me there! I'm a level 7 caster! How dare you, low-level casters who haven't even reached level 5, to bark here? You'd better continue your studies honestly!"

The entire group of spellcasters burst out with amazing enthusiasm under the shouts of the orcs.

"Wait! Are you too happy too soon? What he said is to help their master develop and improve spells! This is not a simple thing! Only an archmage can do it steadily, right?"

The calm spell casters immediately shouted, pouring cold water on the hot-hearted spell casters.

"Yes...yes, how can ordinary people do this?"

"It's not absolutely impossible! Aren't there a few geniuses in the academy? At a young age, he served as an assistant to several archmages, and even improved spells with the archmage.

And this time it's just a 2 or 3 level spell, maybe. "

"Even so! It's difficult, right?"

"One person may not be enough, but if we work together, maybe it will be enough! When the time comes, Jintar will share it together!"

A group of people discussed again.

There was a lot of movement outside the door, which even attracted the attention of many people in the mage tower, and many spellcasters also came out of it.

However, none of these spellcasters reached the 15th level Archmage level.

After all, this kind of existence is a rare high-level existence in the entire kingdom, a master with a famous reputation.

In this city with a population of hundreds of thousands, there are only five archmages.

They won't be short of that mere 100 or 200 jintar...

"Orcs! Tell us! Where is your master? I am willing to accept your employment!"

A young mage wearing a gold-rimmed robe squeezed through the crowd and came to several orcs and said.

"It's Foyle Seghers! I didn't expect that even he would be interested in 200 Jintar. This guy had studied under Archmage Tony before, and he was called a rare genius.

He also has the strength of a level 9 spell caster. If it were him, there should be no problem. "

"I have some interest in that, too."

Another person squeezed in.

"This is Sachs Met, who is also a rare genius. I heard that he had improved a third-level spell not long ago, reducing its magic power consumption by three percent and increasing its power by two percent. It is An 8th level spellcaster."

Facing this group of enthusiastic spell casters, the half-orc shaman was stunned for a moment, then immediately showed a warm smile and said:

"Are you all willing? That would be great, but my master is not here. He is in another city. Are you willing to come with me?"

"other cities?"

This question makes some spellcasters frown.

"That's right."

"What's your master's name? He must be famous for having so many Jintars, right?"

"My master's name is Rand Safis Oakburn!"

"Rand Safis Oakburn?" Several spellcasters muttered to themselves, frowning.

"It seems I have never heard of this name. How can someone who can afford 200 gold tal be so unknown? You half-orc, aren't you lying to us?"

The casters looked suspicious.

But one of the spell casters showed surprise:

"Wait! I seem to have heard of this name..."

"Oh? Then tell me, where does Rand come from?" The eyes of the other casters lit up.

"Have you all forgotten? There was a rumor spread in the tavern before.

On the business road to the Kingdom of Lane, there lived an evil dragon. This evil dragon had black scales on its back and red scales on its belly. It was strong, mighty, and extremely ferocious.

Specializing in plundering passing pedestrians and trading houses.

Kill them brutally, devour them, and steal their treasures!

The dragon possesses tens of thousands of Jintal!

The golden coins are spread all over the grassland!

If someone can kill it, they can become rich instantly! A life of glory and wealth.

The name of this evil dragon is Rand Safis Oakburn! "

"What? What!? This is impossible, isn't it? How can the rumors in the tavern be taken seriously? Besides, a group of descendants of evil dragons actually went to our human city to recruit spellcasters. Isn't this ridiculous?

impossible! Absolutely impossible! "

Some casters didn't believe it and shouted loudly.