When the first light of the new day shines on the walls of the city of molten iron, every soldier who can make a sound is cheering. Although the wave of rat people has been receding for some time, it is not until this moment that they are really sure that this damned defensive battle is over and that the soldiers and civilians of molten iron city have won their right to survive. However, not all the people relaxed. On the tower of the city wall, big Duke liehammer and the people around him were waiting for a killer to return.


    "You look good? Doesn''t it matter if I didn''t sleep all night? " From the wooden table in front of him, he picked up a bowl of steaming soup. Big Duke Li Chui glanced at the wizard who was watching the morning sun by the window. In Andre''s view, the caster was never a good at protracted combat. There is a basis for this. In order to recruit the talents needed by the barrier plan, the old dwarfs have seen many sorcerers. However, these high-ranking and conceited guys seem to be strong outside but weak in the dwarf''s eyes. Maybe in their energetic state, the casters can be one enemy of ten or more, but if they overdo the spell, they will be quick Will become drowsy and even faint in the past.


    The curse crow looked back, and of course he understood what dwarves meant. The magician leaned his staff against the wall and went to the table to pick up a bowl. Although he was not tired mentally, his physical hunger could only be supplemented by eating. "I would not have done that for a long time. The caster can''t do his best as the warrior does. At least he has enough energy to escape. If a guy knocks himself out, oh, he''s either too stupid or too inexperienced to be a mature caster. "


    "And your fellow cheese? Is he a mature caster? " Asked Lyon, sitting on the other side of the table, swallowing the black bread from his mouth. As for how he knew about the relationship between cheese and raven, there are not so many witches in the world who like to wear grey robes, do they?


    "He?" When the magician heard the name of cheese, the corner of his mouth showed a slight disdainful smile, "it seems that you and he have had an intersection, and that boy gives you a good impression?" The blood lion nodded. The experiences of salonne and chuoluo made him believe that cheese was a grey robe with strong strength and brilliant vision. The curse crow saw the other side''s response, but the smile of his mouth was more unscrupulous, as if to see something very funny. When Lyon frowned at the wizard''s laughter, the sorcerer finally realized his gaffe, "I''m sorry, I''ve gone too far. Hehe, but it''s just you who tease me. As for cheese, he is strong enough in terms of theoretical knowledge and combat ability, but... " The curse crow said and spread out his hand, "it''s just a chick who doesn''t even get his own badge. As a grey robe, he is still very tender. If you want me to make a comparison, just like you and the long eared friend around you, you should understand


    Lyon''s brow continued to wrinkle, his eyes suspiciously looking at the curse crow, out of instinct, the knight did not want to admit that the evaluation of cheese was correct. After all, compared with the gray robe that appeared in molten iron city, cheese is more appreciated by the blood lion whether he acts or talks. But perhaps it is intuition. The voice in the heart of the knight tells him that the curse crow is not wrong.


    "Mystifying." Barkm rolled his eyes at the wizard while drinking vegetable soup. Although he had never seen the other grey robe of the two people, the spirit didn''t like the gloomy guy when he saw the curse crow at the first sight. Barkm always felt that the bloodthirsty expression on the faces of those mice was more comfortable than the sneer of the magician. And the ignorance of the grey robe made his murmur fall into the wizard''s ears. In this regard, the curse crow just slapped a ring finger and said nothing more. The genie had to pour out the vegetable soup in his bowl which had become cold for some reason.


    The wooden door of the room, open. Maybe it was open all the time, because none of the people in the room noticed that someone had opened the door, and even more nobody realized that there was another shadow in the room. By the time they noticed it, a heavy object had hit the floor beside the dining table. "Ouch Ouch? There''s nothing in the world that makes that sound when it hits the floor. Everyone watched the creeping mass of things on the floor, wrapped in black cloth bags, and the mob standing in the room at any time.


    "Shua!" Bakm subconsciously pulls out his weapon at the moment of seeing Karus, and the murderous air of the latter is suffocating. Lyon held out his hand and held down his retinue, and shook his head at him. "This is the Duke''s friend. Besides, you can''t beat him." Said the knight. The murderous spirit of the demon quickly disappeared. He opened his mouth and revealed two rows of sharp fangs. "Your knight is right, little guy. I''m going to kill you. You can''t even touch the handle. " Barkham angrily took his knife and sat down. If it had been a few days ago, the spirit would have fought with his defiant on the spot. But now, he has learned from Lyon the necessity of caution.


    "So, what did you bring back?" Not affected by the scene just now, big Duke Li Chui, who was sitting firmly behind the table, put down the wooden bowl and pointed to the spoils of the demon tribe with his chin. At this time, the curse crow has opened a corner of the bag, showing some long green hair. "A witch?" The wizard frowned. He looked up at Carus. There was a certain reproach in his eyes. It was not necessarily a good thing to bring a witch back. Who knows if she was deliberately arrested."Don''t worry, the lamb and his companions are separated, and the best shepherd dog will never find her again." The demon laughs. His blood from the devil gives the killer some special advantages in dealing with the caster, especially when the opponent is unprepared.


    The curse crow curled his mouth. He simply confirmed that there was no tracking or other magic on the prisoner. He pulled the other party''s hair and pulled her out of the bag. At this time, it was discovered that the witch was not as tall as Andre, who was a dwarf. She seemed to be an adult, and she might not even be 12 years old. "What a lamb. But it''s a real witch. " Archduke liehammer raised his eyebrows, and his head ring gave the dwarf the ability to separate casters.


    The prisoner, who had been pulled out of the bag, looked at the people in the room with dark green eyes, then took a deep breath and cried, "Ellie! You bastard


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