"I can't believe he won!"
The crowd was silent for a moment as they looked on at the giant dragon that Crassus had smashed into smithereens. In comparison, Crassus was so tiny, yet he was able to smash a Frost Dragon into smithereens. Everyone was struck by a sense of absurdity.
"Wow, Half-beard Grandpa is so awesome! That's awesome! " Amy's eyes also widened as she clapped her little hands together. She looked at the staff in Crassus' hand with sparkling blue eyes, and exclaimed, "That staff is so powerful. If only I could hold it …"
Meg was also quite surprised. The power displayed by Crassus was indeed incredible. It was hard to believe that a 120-years-old man could achieve such a feat. This wasn't just pure physical strength. Instead, it was the perfect application of magic to his body. His control over the giant dragon was truly astounding.
"That old man is so scary!" The two lava demons behind Sargeras were completely astonished. They had thought that the giant dragon was already terrifying enough, but they didn't think that the old man would be able to smash it into smithereens with a single strike. This was the first time that they'd learned that humans, who were synonymous with weakness in their hearts, could be so powerful and terrifying.
"Half of that old man's beard was burned off by the restaurant owner's daughter." Sargeras had seen Crassus smashing a real giant dragon into smithereens outside of Rodu, so he had some inkling of what was to come, and wasn't very surprised.
"That little girl is so terrifying!" The tall and thin demon exclaimed. He hesitated momentarily before tugging on Sargeras' sleeve, and fearfully said, "Boss, why don't we go to another restaurant? Kiel and I just arrived in Chaos City today, so we can just find a random restaurant to eat at."
"That's right, Boss. We haven't seen each other for decades. This time, we rushed over as soon as we heard about you. Many of our brothers are still on the way. Mond and I were discussing on the way to have a good drink with you, Boss. I'm afraid drinking in that restaurant won't be fun." The short and fat demon nodded in agreement.
Sargeras shook his head, and didn't explain further. "There's no wine in this restaurant, and I didn't come here to welcome you. I brought you here to try the roujiamo. After tasting it, you'll know why I summoned you to Chaos City." Sargeras shook his head, and didn't explain much.
The two demons looked at each other to make sure that Sargeras had no intention of changing his mind, so they didn't say anything else.
Sargeras was the most powerful lava warrior among the lava demons. He had led the lava demons into countless battles with other demon races.
But fifty years ago, he chose to leave the Demon Islands, saying that he wanted to find a way for the lava demons to break through and reignite the glory of the lava demons. Fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye, and there had been no news of him.
A few days ago, he suddenly sent a message back to the lava demons via a flamingo, saying that he had found a way to make the lava demons break through quickly. He wanted to gather his brothers in Chaos City.
The lava demons hadn't been doing well in recent years. Many of them were wandering outside, so only the two of them could come here as soon as possible. Many others might be on the way.
The name Sargeras represented the hope of the lava demons. Not long ago, they thought that he had died in a foreign land. Otherwise, why hadn't there been any news from him for so long? When the chief received the message, he even suspected that it was a trap set by other demon races.
When the two of them came to Chaos City and found Sargeras according to the address, although they hadn't seen each other for fifty years, the feeling of meeting their leader made their blood boil again. The lava demons wouldn't be bullied by other demon races anymore!
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"You're a third slower than you used to be. Looks like you're really getting old," Julian said as he looked at Crassus with deep eyes.
"No, I'm dying. If you still want to fight with me this time, I'll fight with my life." Crassus slowly tightened his grip on his magic caster's staff. Raging flames rose from the staff and enveloped his body. Standing in the snow, he was very eye-catching.
Julian frowned. This time, he was silent for a long time. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Most of the people who experienced that war back then are dead. I didn't expect that our sworn enemies would survive to the end."
"Everyone will die. The two of us have already lived for many more years." Crassus' expression softened a little. He looked at Julian, who was also old and hunched like he was carrying a big turtle shell. Those people back then had died one by one, and there weren't many left.
"Yes. You're going to die anyway, so I don't mind you dying early." Julian nodded, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He waved the black magic staff in his hand, and sharp icicles suddenly rose from Crassus' feet. They grew rapidly, and pierced towards Crassus who was standing in the middle like a bird's nest.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat when they saw this scene. Julian's move was no different from a sneak attack. It would not be easy for Crassus to dodge it all of a sudden!
"You're about the same as me." Crassus also smiled. He slammed his magic caster's staff on the ground, and the flames around his body surged out, forming a wall of fire around him. All the icicles cracked and broke when they hit the wall of fire. They turned into water vapor and completely evaporated. The seemingly dangerous scene was resolved just like that.
Crassus moved his feet, and rushed towards Julian who was not far away. He smashed all the icicles that appeared along the way, and none of them could stop him at all.
"Bang!" Crassus appeared in front of Julian almost in the blink of an eye. He smashed his magic caster's staff on Julian's head without hesitation, but there was a crisp sound, and he turned into ice shards on the ground. It was an iceman!
"Crassus, I'm here …" Julian's voice came from behind. Countless Julians appeared in the square, and all of them looked exactly the same. They all had sinister smiles on their faces as they stared at Crassus.
"There are so many turtle shell grandpas. Which one is the real him?" Amy looked around curiously, trying to find the real Julian among them. However, all of them looked exactly the same, and there was no way to tell them apart.
"Julian, you still like to hide as much as you did in the past. As a great mage, is this all you've got?" Crassus frowned as he saw an exaggerated number of Julians.
"Crassus, you've led the mages astray. Do you know how many talented mages were cut down like vegetables by those ordinary knights when they wanted to learn how to fight at close range like you? As a noble mage, you should play with the enemy. Only those clumsy knights like to fight at close range." Julian's annoyed voice sounded. At the same time, he raised his hand and was about to attack.
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