Dunlop Garr, the Dark Sorcerer with the codename "Flying Dragon," was a wild Sorcerer in the traditional sense.
He was the kind that was despised by the orthodox Sorcerers who valued inheritance the most.
He had no teacher and no inheritance. The spells that he learned now were all pieced together, learned secretly, or snatched directly from memory. There were even spells that he created himself by fusing some special languages.
In other words, he was a rogue Sorcerer who did not belong to any sect.
He was a "stitched monster," just like the creation that he was good at.
But from another point of view, he was able to surpass a group of "academic" Sorcerers and become a powerful Panic Level Sorcerer. There was no doubt that talent, hard work, and luck coexisted.
Perhaps if he had a proper teacher, his achievements would be far beyond what they were now.
But it was also possible that his wild nature had been stifled, causing him to be like those academic Sorcerers who did not have any distinguishing features.
But in fact, when Garr was still at Abnormal Level, it was not that there were no higher-level Sorcerers who threw him an olive branch, wanting to turn this talented wild Sorcerer into their own disciple.
But the wild Sorcerers despised those who learned spells directly from teachers or Sorcerer schools, and at the same time, lacked practical experience. They did not even bother to associate with them.
And Garr, who had already snuck into the Blood Feast at that time, did not think that these people could really teach him anything. Remember the website: m.9biquge.com.
His heterogeneous spells had long formed a system of their own, forming a set of theories and combat methods that belonged to him alone. Therefore, he knew very well that changing these would only cause him to lose his biggest advantage.
Garr often said, "One of the things that I, Flying Dragon Garr, like the most is to say no to those who think they are infallible!"
Then, he would be hunted down by those high-ranking Sorcerers who were angry out of humiliation.
Of course, after he had slowly accumulated and broken through to Panic Level through the transactions in the Blood Feast, those Panic Level Sorcerers who had hunted him down were killed by him one after another. There was basically no one who could be his teacher anymore.
But it was not that there was no one.
One of the original founders of the Blood Feast, an Annihilation Level Dark Sorcerer named Tsikaku, also wanted to recruit him into his Sorcerer Army, and he did not hesitate to expose his identity.
But Garr still refused, but this time, the method was much more tactful.
After all, the Annihilation Level … he really could not beat it.
Fortunately, Sikaku had his own adept army and was not lacking in manpower.
He had only taken a liking to this little Terror Grade on a whim. There was no need for him to lower himself and make things difficult for him, so the matter would be left unsettled.
Garr felt sorry for himself, but he did not regret it.
Ever since he became a dark Magus and chose to focus on magic, he had his own goals and dreams.
In summary, it could be summed up in one sentence —
Wang Erde, forever a god!
"I can tell at a glance that you're imitating Wang Erde. Although I haven't had the chance to meet him in person, I'm very familiar with this outfit!"
Fei Long winked. Although he was wearing a mask, his excitement could still be seen.
She could imagine how he had suppressed his excitement of meeting someone who had the same interest as him and pretended to be serious as he carried out the routine warning and explanation of the rules.
As a wild adept that had spent most of his time at the bottom of society, Wyvern did not have the cold and elegant image that most adepts had.
In a difficult environment at the bottom of society, without any support or background, he had used all kinds of methods in order to advance further. He was very smooth and sly, and he was very skilled in talking to people and ghosts.
If it were not for this, he would not have been able to be the go-between.
"This black robe is classic!"
"A proper dark Magus should wear a black robe. The Thorn Totem and the sacrificial knife are a perfect match. As the disciple of the Dark Emperor Augustus, Wang Erde is the true ancient orthodox dark Magus. Those so-called academies will collapse with a single hit. They're a bunch of retards."
Wyvern lifted a corner on the shoulder of the newcomer in the black robe in front of him and praised.
He had completely forgotten his contempt for all the proper Magi when he was cynical, and he did not hide his double standards.
"You're wearing formal clothes underneath, right? Essence, these details are too realistic!"
"Wang Erde is such an elegant old gentleman. Killing people is like a ritual. No matter what, he will never lose his poise."
Wyvern's tone was full of envy and yearning. "I heard that even when he was fighting with Yue Sefu, he did not lose his composure at all. He's so strong!"
"And this mask, it's too iconic. I remember that's how Wang Erde got his nickname. Legend has it that when he was at Panic Grade, he had a feud with an Annihilation Grade. Although he escaped the pursuit, he destroyed his entire face. In order to hide his appearance, he wore a mask."
"Later, although he had his revenge, in order to remember this hatred and remind himself, he never took it off again."
Wyvern excitedly commented on the newcomer's dressing as Wang Erde. He also listed the life stories of the black-scaled faceless man as if he was very familiar with them.
Black Snake stood where he was and allowed this guy to point at him. There was a strange look in his eyes.
This time, he had come without any disguise. Naturally, it was because in the eyes of most people, Wang Erde had died at the hands of Yue Sefu two years ago. With such a swagger, no one would suspect that he was the real Wang Erde.
In fact, it was indeed so. After disguising his presence, most people who met him would think that he was pretending to be Wang Erde's admirer.
However, he did not expect to meet a real Wang Erde fan …
"And you have the blood of a Naga. This is a natural advantage."
Wyvern's tone was full of envy that the newcomer could be so close to his idol. He said regretfully, "It's just that this dog of yours is too abrupt. You've completely lost your poise."
"Woof!"
The big white dog let out a low growl and revealed an unfriendly look.
You're the abrupt one! You're the one who has no poise!
Wyvern's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if he had been stared at by something terrifying, but it was gone immediately.
His eyelids twitched. He looked at the big white dog that had suddenly returned to its cute state and became alert.
This newcomer … did not seem to be simple.
But on the surface, he just laughed and gave a thumbs up. He said, "But this dog looks extraordinary at first glance. It has great potential. Hahaha!"
Black Snake reached out and touched the dog's head. He just said lightly, "It's called Grady."
Wyvern saw that he did not seem to want to talk about his idol Wang Erde with him. He could only conclude that the newcomer was introverted and coquettish. He was already ashamed to wear this cosplay costume, so he did not want to be punished in public.
Wyvern Garland expressed his understanding. He coughed twice, pointed at the door in front of him, and resumed his serious tone. He said, "Well, this is the location of the Blood Feast. I'll introduce you to them later …"
Black Snake nodded.
He had already sensed the ten Panic Level Blood Feast participants in the door.
But in addition, there were another ten Panic Levels, and one … Destruction Level.
"It's an old acquaintance."
He smiled.
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