I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 191 - My idol Wilde
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Flying dragon"
Dunlop Garr, the dark wizard, is a wild witch in the traditional sense.
It is the kind that is hated by orthodox magicians who are most valued for inheritance.
He has no teacher and no legacy. The spells he learned now were all either put together or stolen, or instantly robbed by spells that robbed memories. He even has his own spells that have been created by combining several special languages.
In other words, he was an ordinary cultivator without an i and without a school.
He himself, like the creation he mastered, was a
"Stitching Monsters"
.
But from another point of view, he could still surpass the audience even though he was self-taught. "
Academics"
A magician, in order to become a powerful panic-level master, there is no doubt that talent, hard work, and luck coexist.
Perhaps let him have a serious teacher, his achievements would far surpass the present.
But it was also possible to withstand the nature of his savage growth, causing him to become stunned like an academic magician without those characteristics.
But in fact, when Gal was at an abnormal level, it wasn't because there wasn't a more adept witch who threw an olive branch at him, trying to turn this talented wild witch into her own disciple. But a wild witch is for those who learn right away from a teacher or some witch. The Greenhouse Flower who was studying spells at school and lacking in practice also hated Gal, who did not even care about them and had touched the blood banquet at that time, either, and don't think these people can really teach him anything.
His complex spells had long formed his own system, forming theories and fighting styles unique to him. Therefore, she was very clear in her heart that changing this would only make her lose her greatest word of no! Then he will be ashamed and turn into anger. The witch chased him wildly.
Of course, after he passed through the blood banquet trade and slowly piled up and broke through to the panic level, he, the panic-level magicians who were chasing after him were also successively killed by him and those who could become his teacher were basically nonexistent.
But not without it.
One of the original creators behind the blood banquet screen, a devastating black magician named Zikaku, also wants to put him into his own magic army, and does not hesitate to reveal his identity.
But Gal still refused, but this time it was more subtle, which was very difficult to beat.
Fortunately, Zikaku had an entire army of witches of his own, and there was no shortage of people at all.
Imagine this small level of panic is just a fad, there is no need to give up your status, unless you can not be with him, this problem will not mean anything.
Gal himself regretted it, but he did not regret it.
Because he had his own goals and dreams since becoming a dark magician and choosing the direction of the main attack. In short, it's just one word, Wilde, forever! "
At first glance I know you're imitating Wilde. Even though I haven't had the chance to meet her with my own eyes, I am very familiar with this dress! The flying dragon winked, despite being behind the mask, he could still see his excitement and imagine him. Now how to suppress the excitement of meeting someone, pretend to be serious and explain the warnings and routine rules.
As a wild witch who had played under for so many years, Feilong did not have the impression of a cold and graceful witch. In a tough downstairs environment, there was no support and backstage. To get ahead, what did he do? Methods have not been used, the whole person is not fluent, and skills meet people and speak nonsense are adept.
Otherwise, he would not be a matchmaker. "
This black robe is classic!
"Orthodox black magicians must wear black robes. The totem of thorns and the knife of the victim is a suitable pair. As a disciple of the Black Emperor Augustus, Wilde was the true orthodoxy of the ancient black magicians. That so-called academy would soon be destroyed.the moment they were defeated., Only a group of mentally retarded people.
You're wearing a formal suit, right, right, the point is, these details are too restored! "
"Wilde like this - a graceful old man, killing was like a ritual, no matter when, she would not lose her elegance.
Feilong's tone of voice was envious and yearned: "
I heard that even when he fought Joseph, he did not lose in the slightest - he was really strong! "
And this mask is too iconic. I remember that's how Wilde got his nickname. Legend has it that when he was still in a panic level in his early years, he was doing vengeance with a degree of destruction. Even though he escaped the chase, He ruined his entire face, I put on a mask to hide my face
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"Later, even though I took revenge, but to remember this hatred and wake up from 2, I never let go of it again. Feilong enthusiastically commented on the robe of the newcomer in front of him, Wilde, and counted it like some treasure. "
Faceless Man with Black Scales "
Life story
The black snake stood on the spot and let this person point and point, with a strange expression in its eyes.
He came here this time without any concealment. Naturally, in the eyes of most people, Wilde died under Joseph two years ago, so shaken, no one would doubt that he really was.
In fact, after disguising his breath, most of the people he met felt that he was pretending to be an admirer of Wilde, but he did not expect to meet Wilde's true fans.
"And you're bleeding human snakes, which is really a natural advantage.
Feilong-Vice admired the other party's ability to post with the idol, and all regretfully said: "
Even your dog is too rude, completely obliterating his entire temperament
the king!.
The big white dog roared in an instant, showing unfriendly eyes.
You suddenly! You have no temperament! Feilong's heart was pounding, it felt as if he was being stared at by something terrifying, but he soon disappeared.
Her eyelids surged and she looked towards the big white dog who suddenly came back sweet, and she became alert.
This newcomer doesn't seem simple
On the surface, he simply laughed, gave a thumbs up, and said:
“But this dog at a glance looks amazing. Haha, there is great potential! The black snake reached out and touched the dog's head, but said lightly:
"It tells Gritty Feilong to see that he doesn't seem to want to talk to himself Wilde's idol, but that can only be attributed to the fact that others may be introverted and pouting. Wearing this suit was already very embarrassed, and did not seem to be executed in public.
Flying Dragon Garr revealed his understanding, coughed twice, pointed at the door in front, restored his serious tone, and said:
"Well, this is the place for this blood feast. I will introduce you to them later, the Black Snake nodded.
He had already sensed the ten participants of the blood-level panic banquet at the door, but other than that, there were ten levels of panic and levels of destruction.
"Still old acquaintances.
He smiled and said