"Good job, Mubai!" Zhao Kunsan jumped out from a corner, his face filled with excitement.
"Too scary, I feel like I won't trust anyone for the rest of my life."
Mofan let out a long breath and glanced at Green Tea … Oh, Mubai.
This time, it was all thanks to this second generation of the Demon Clan. Without his extravagant Deathstrike Magic Equipment, who knew how many people would have to die in order to get rid of this Instructor Bai Yang.
"Are the others okay?" Xue Musheng asked.
The students who were hiding in the surroundings gradually gathered. Only Zhang Xiaohou was still standing beside the fence in a daze.
The battle had ended, and He Yu's blood had also dried up. Looking at the pool of blood that was as red as a carpet, grief and seriousness once again enveloped everyone.
"Monkey, let's go," Mofan walked in front of Zhang Xiaohou, not knowing what words to use to comfort him.
When Zhang Xiaohou saw Mofan, his emotions seemed to have completely collapsed, and tears gushed out.
"Brother Fan, I want to become stronger …" Zhang Xiaohou wiped his tears with all his might, and roared as if he was swearing an oath, "I will definitely, definitely become stronger!!!"
Zhang Xiaohou's unforgettable words echoed in his ears, but Mofan was somewhat stunned.
Looking at this little friend who was always like a silly little brother …
At this moment, he was crying like a child, but his heart had been fiercely baptized by the boiling blood and matured!
That's right, only by becoming stronger, could he protect the people around him.
… …
After passing through the bridge, the barrier of light that was like a city wall was already imprinted in their eyes.
The remaining eight people finally squeezed out a smile on their tired faces. This time, they could clearly see the Magicians wearing the symbol of the Magic Association guarding there.
This three kilometer road was even longer than what they had experienced in the past seventeen years. In any case, they had finally arrived.
"The main force is currently one and a half kilometers away from us. I hope they can safely arrive here." Xue Musheng turned around and glanced behind him.
Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoting, Wang Sanpang, Zhang Shuhua, and the others all nodded. They had already fulfilled their duties as the vanguard. After experiencing such a life and death situation, they sincerely hoped that the main force could arrive smoothly. They didn't want to see blood anymore.
"Which one of you is Mofan?" A man with a military insignia on his chest walked up to the crowd and asked.
"I am." Mofan raised his head. He was sweating profusely and was also very tired.
"Come here, the leader wants to see you," the man said.
Mofan nodded. He followed the man to a temporary watchtower built with Earth Magic.
The watchtower was very tall, and it took a long time to reach the top of the spiral staircase.
At the top, there was a spacious watchtower. The fierce wind from above recklessly poured in here, blowing so hard that it hurt their cheeks.
At the edge of the watchtower, there was no railing. A man wearing a blue military windbreaker stood with his hands behind his back. His unruly hair was fluttering in the fierce wind.
On the man's left and right, there was a row of Battlemages wearing blue windbreakers. Their windbreakers were raised high, and their tall and straight bodies stood at the edge of the watchtower without moving an inch. They stood there like statues, and the leader, Zhankong, who was standing in the middle, had an aura that made people feel reverence. This was completely different from the shameless Chief Instructor Zhankong that Mofan had seen before.
The row of ten Battlemages, including Leader Zhankong, emitted an extremely powerful aura. They were probably at least Intermediate Magicians!
They were looking into the distance. Their gazes were like swords pointing at the dome of the Silver Trade Building. That was the main culprit of the disaster of Bo City — — the Magical Beast Commander, Darkwing Wolf!
"Leader, Mofan has arrived." The man saluted and slowly retreated.
Zhankong didn't turn his head. The entire watchtower was silent for a moment.
"Seeing you alive, I'm very happy." Zhankong's words didn't have his usual sloppy attitude. Even the word 'happy' didn't contain any emotion.
The current Zhankong wasn't the Chief Instructor that Mofan knew. Perhaps this was his true face, dignified and cold!
"Do you know what I want to do the most when I see you?" Mofan asked back.
"She scolded me to my face. Bai Yang being a member of the Black Vatican really shocked everyone. Fortunately, you were suspicious of him and saved your life, "Zhankong said.
Zhankong had already understood their situation from the reports of his subordinates. Zhankong was indeed quite surprised. Even the Army didn't realize that Bai Yang, this Battlemage, had sinister intentions. Why would Mofan be suspicious of him?
"At least you have some self-reflection. When we were training in the cave that Instructor Bai Yang was guarding, I saw that the spring water at the entrance of the cave had clearly been drunk, and there was more than one. After that, I asked Instructor Bai if he had any other Summoned Beasts, and he said he didn't. "
"You think there's something wrong with him just based on that?" Zhankong couldn't help but laugh.
"The Spirit Wolf's inexplicable madness was also a problem. To be honest, I didn't want to believe that Instructor Bai was a spy, and I wasn't completely sure. I was just keeping an eye on him, but who knew that he would really make a move on us, "Mofan said.
Mofan only had some suspicions. If he really believed that there was something wrong with him, he would've warned the people around him the moment he saw Instructor Bai Yang. Furthermore, Mofan didn't consider the appearance of the Dark Beast Monsters.
"Then what about the Geyser Spring?" Zhankong didn't continue to talk about the spy, and changed the topic to the most important one.
"I was thirsty, so I drank it," Mofan played it down as he replied.
Zhankong, who was standing at the edge of the observation deck, almost slipped and fell to his death. The domineering aura that he had just created instantly disappeared.
Zhankong turned around and stared at Mofan with wide eyes.
Shit, are you messing with me? Do you think that the Geyser Spring is something that Nongfu Spring uses to quench your thirst when you are thirsty? That is the true heritage of Bo City for thousands of years. Even if it isn't as mystical as it was in ancient times due to the passage of time, it is still a cultivation treasure that every Magician in the country yearns for. And this kid just … just drank it like it was water?
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