The military headquarters really made the estimation wrong this time." The uncle of the Roman Mage said in a tone and turned a little sad: "They did not expect that the third-level mages would like to kill the mage team so much at night. Well! This was carried out at the same time by both sides. These third-level mages had a tacit understanding. They gave up fighting with each other and instead hunted down other mages." The mage said this, and drank another glass of wine and continued.

"Especially last night, damn, the bastards were almost collectively acting. They attacked the camp where the Desas Empire gathered a large number of mages. The third-level mages of the Desas Empire did the same thing." As he said that, he patted his niece beside him, as if he was happy for his niece's luck. "So the military discovered this situation, hehe! Unfortunately, nearly a thousand mages died in one night, which was much greater than the total number of attacks in the previous night. If this was a normal consumption, I would probably have taken half a year!"

After hearing the news about the mage, the mages resting in the tavern were stunned and they discussed in a low voice, either because they didn't have to worry about facing those special third-level mages, or because their friends and companions were on the battlefield.

Shaoke sat in a daze in the chair, his mind was in chaos. After hearing the news about the fifth-level mage, he suddenly remembered what happened to Master Roland had just gone to the battlefield not long ago. Shaoke kept comforting himself. Perhaps Master Roland was very lucky, he must have not reached the front yet! It should be fine.

Master Roman's uncle looked at the people around him who were surprised by his news, "I guess you will receive the news of staying temporarily tomorrow morning. Haha! Okay, it's all gone, and you will affect our conversation!"

Master Roman put away his smile because he didn't have to face the mysterious third-level mages, and looked at Shaoke with a worried face and said, "You don't seem to be happy about the arrival of this news. Do you have friends on the battlefield?"

"Well! He just went there to perform the mission not long after, and was a little worried about him. He was just a range caster and had never fought with enemies in the wild." Shaoko explained to Romaster worriedly.

"Master Xueye., now even if you are worried about the other person, you will not have any ability to help him here. Instead of filling your heart with worries, it is better to stay quietly and hope that he is lucky enough. This is the only thing we can do for our friends on the battlefield now." Master Roman comforted him softly, hoping that he would not have these worries anymore.

Looking at the fifth-level mage surrounded by other mages to ask about the news, Shaoke changed the subject and asked: "Why are your uncle a fifth-level mage? You still have to go to the battlefield? With his identity in the army, you should avoid letting you fight against those enemies."

After watching Shaoke change the topic, the mage Roman smiled and explained to him that it turned out that as long as the mages who arrived at the front line would arrange the tasks as they should be arranged no matter what their identity was. They would not let you stay in the fortress and wait quietly until you were promoted to the third level and leave. It was just that there were some simple care before they were promoted to the third level, but these cares were no longer useful to those mages who were still staying in the fortress.

As the two of them had a happy conversation, the topic shifted to Uncle Roman, the fifth-level male mage.

"My uncle is an alchemy land wizard!" The female mage Roman said proudly about her uncle land category. "He here specifically repairs some magical items for those mages or makes some magic props. The cloak on your body is what he does. This is almost the same as the cloaks used by those new third-level mages!"

"Oh!" Shaoke listened to the news that the female mage Uncle Earth was actually an alchemy mage, and a fifth-level land. For a moment, he thought about a lot of things. However, he still asked the most important news first. "Your uncle made some magic props for those third-level mages?"

"It's the land." The female mage Roman was stunned for a moment, but she still admitted the news that accidentally said the land just now. "Uncle actually often makes some props for those third-level mages. I think this time the news is that the uncle learned from their companions in the fortress." After saying that, the female mage found that Shaoke wanted to ask, so she hurriedly came to Shaoke's ear and added: "Don't ask my uncle about the land of those mages. Uncle won't tell you anything at all."

The news that the battle outside the fortress was about to stop temporarily was soon spread through the mages left the tavern. This made the third-level mages who knew some specific situations on the battlefield breathe a lot after hearing it. Because they all knew that whether it was their own country or the enemy country, the special third-level mages in the first place they hunted when they were fighting, which was the ordinary third-level mages led by the other party. And it was often easily solved by a spell. Then they began to snipe at the second-level mages. The bloody and cruel rumors had already spread among them, the well-informed mages.

Both of them have fun

After discussing the events that happened in the past few days, I found that most of the t-teachers around Master Roman (Uncle Romain) had left. Only her uncle sat there and drank wine in small sips. After watching the two stop talking and turn their eyes to him, Master Roman (Uncle Romain) asked loudly: "What are you talking about? Mo Qianer. Are you starting to learn to hide something from your dear Uncle Do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Roman took the wine glass in front of his hand and signaled the maids not to bring the wine. "Uncle, there is nothing to hide from you and me. I am just discussing with Master Xueye how powerful the magic trick you made is. He admires you very much." He turned his head and blinked at Shaoko, indicating that he should not refute.

"Really?" After hearing the niece's praise, the other party happily leaned over and patted Shaoke on the shoulder, "Well! Master Xueye?" The fifth-level mage looked at Shaoke and nodded and admitted that he had not recognized the wrong person. Then he said, "When you are promoted to the third-level mage, I will personally make a ghost fire-like staff for you. Of course, the premise is that you must be promoted to the third-level mage alive, and then you will have that staff if you have a good relationship with my niece at that time."

After hearing a fifth-level alchemist promised to give him a staff after the third level, Shaoke nodded happily and then thanked Romama Magi with gratitude. Although he didn't know what the Guhuo-type staff was like, after seeing the face of Romama Magi's face change rapidly, he knew that this Guhuo-type staff was not comparable to the general staff given by the military headquarters after they were promoted to the third-level magister.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Master Roman's uncle left, "There are still some experiments waiting for me to do!" After saying that, he pointed at Shaoke, "If you have time, you can come to me to get some books, um!"

Shaoke thanked him again. After the other party's generosity, he sent him out of the tavern with the female mage.

"Master Snow Night, let's go back too.

"Master Roman could not bear the warm look before her uncle left, so he proposed to go back and rest. Shaoke agreed readily and went back and thought about what happened tonight.

Send the female mage back. After arriving at the military camp, Shaoke tightened his cloak and briskly headed towards the military camp belonging to the male mages with his staff.

Just as he was walking the usual distance, dozens of green flames appeared under the dim horse lantern in front of him, floating in the direction of him in the wind. Shaoke found that as these green flames appeared, he felt like he was staring at thousands of people, and he felt that he was locked by dozens of mental and magic powers that were much stronger than Roman Mage. He felt that if he went further, those powerful locks would immediately turn into some series of magic attacks.

Then dozens of figures in black cloaks appeared under the green flames, and then he felt several powerful spirits and magical suppression coming from those people.

So Shaoke quickly stopped and stood there quietly, mobilizing all his mental power and magic power again and again to resist the increasingly strong suppression. "This is not far from the military camp. Who are you? Spells are not allowed in the fortress. Are you not afraid that the military headquarters will punish you?"

After Shaoke said this difficultly, he held the staff hard and waited for the answers of the mages who locked him. But the mages who locked him did not lift the suppression and lock because of Shaoke's prompt. Instead, more than a dozen powerful mental and magic powers joined the ranks of suppressing him, and the mental and magic power that suppressed him at first increased a lot.

The various suppression that had been strengthened for a while made Shaoke scream in panic. If the staff in his hand had not supported his body, he would have sat on the ground and still had the other party slaughtered him.

Anger, unwillingness, panic, and despair. All kinds of negative emotions circling in Shaoke's heart. Give up! What's the use of resisting? Shaoke bit his lip, trying not to feel those negative emotions, but tried hard to raise his head and look at the figures getting closer and closer.

The figures quickly passed by Shaoko, covering their wide cloaks, heads, hands, and even faces were blocked. Each of them was carrying a long staff on their backs. The green flames floated directly above the top of the staff, which looked like a person's hand-catch. The flames as big as a baby's fist were blown by the wind, but they could not be extinguished.

The mages holding their cloaks quickly passed by him. Finally, after quickly disappearing at the corner of the street, Shaoke felt that the powerful locks disappeared completely.

Shaoke could no longer hold on, and sat on the stone road and gasped heavily. If the sweat on his body had not brought him some feelings under the stimulation of the cold wind, he would have almost thought he was having a dream just now. Although the mages rarely dreamed when they were sleeping.
Chapter completed!