Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 64 Lingxi, Saran, and the drama

The selection of the Dragon State National Team is conducted nationwide, but to be honest, this selection is just a superficial formality.

To become a formal member of the team, you need to get four votes, but you can only get one in the qualifying round.

So there are still three tickets that those who want to participate in the National Government Tournament need to obtain themselves.

This gives opportunities to organizations with strong backgrounds and prominent status. With their power, they can always get enough votes for the younger generation.

This is why the strength of the Dragon Kingdom team is so uneven. The bad ones are really bad, and the good ones are worse than him, but they are really good compared to others.

Ai Jiangtu is a typical example. He reached a high level early on, and compared to others, he was a dimensionality reduction attack.

Such a serious competition has to rely on background. Can't he be appointed as the captain just by being handsome?

Although he is also high-level, I believe Feng Li and the others definitely did not consider this factor.

"Shocking news! The great devil Mo Fan withdrew midway through the competition!"

On the campus forum, a post suddenly appeared on the hot search list. When I clicked on it, I found that Mo Fan had knocked the pretentious guy from the Dongfang family away with a meteorite punch, and then directly withdrew from the competition.

Mo Fan's strength was somewhat well-known in Mingzhu Academy, especially at the end of the qualifiers, when everyone thought he would be one of the candidates for the championship. No one expected him to withdraw so suddenly.

"It's already this time."

Lin Ling scrolled through his phone and sipped the milk beside him without moving his eyes.

The warm milk slides down the tongue and into the dry throat, bringing new nourishment to the barren earth.

“This is my milk!”

Lingling, who was standing next to him, saw Lin Ling drink the milk in his cup and her face turned red with anger.

"Hey! We are all hunting kings. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. Why make such clear distinctions?"

Lin Ling was so focused on his phone that he didn't notice the two blushes that quietly appeared on Lingling's cheeks.

She looked at the straw that Lin Ling had bitten, and after some mental struggle, she did not throw it away and replace it with a new one, but started drinking from it directly.

I don’t know why, but today’s milk tastes especially good!
At this moment, Lin Ling's mind had already drifted to the ancient capital.

Of course, he knew that Mo Fan had suddenly withdrawn from the competition because he had received the news of Zhang Xiaohou's death.

This also means that the disaster of the ancient capital is about to begin.

He was very familiar with the original plot, but there was one problem: the time was too vague.

Therefore, for many large events, he must rely on the small events that happened before in order to know what will happen next.

Salang and Wu Ku should both be in the ancient capital now. In that case, let's solve all of them at once. By the way, let's contact the senior sister so that she can come and clean up the mess.

"Lingling, go to Gudu!"

"go."

"Don't you want to ask why we're going to the ancient capital?"

"Wherever you go, I will go."

Dragon Kingdom, the ancient capital.

As the Dragon Kingdom and the world-famous capital of the dead, countless undead are wandering outside this ancient city with magnificent walls and full of war and history.

The dead crave the flesh and blood of the living, wanting to make it a part of themselves.

Whenever night falls and day fades, the world of the ancient capital no longer belongs exclusively to the living. When the moon rises, the dead will crawl out of the dark earth and come to the world of the living.

This is the city of the dead - the ancient capital.

In a city that relies on the undead for survival, most of its industries are built on the undead that can never be cleared out.

"It's broad daylight, and the weather is so gloomy. No wonder the weather forecast in the ancient capital doesn't show what the weather will be like."

Lin Ling and Lingling strolled through the streets and alleys of the ancient capital. The clear white sky was obscured by a thick layer of dark clouds. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the City of the Dead, bringing a touch of warmth to this city that was always associated with death.

Unlike what one might have imagined, the entire city was not affected by the undead and became lifeless. Instead, it looked like a vibrant big city, filled with shouts everywhere.

Mages and hunters can be seen everywhere, and there are many sellers on the roadside stalls selling materials from different undead.

Some undead materials that would appear in auction houses in other cities are placed randomly in the ancient capital like small pebbles on the roadside.

On the contrary, the monster materials from other places are more expensive in the ancient capital.

"It's so lively!"

Lin Ling looked around like Granny Liu, full of interest in everything.

This was his first time visiting the ancient capital, and he was very interested in this long-famous city.

"What are we going to do in the ancient capital?"

Lingling, who had been holding it in all the way, finally couldn't help but ask the doubts buried in her heart.

"Remember the Bo disaster?"

"Yeah." Lingling of course remembered the Crimson Alert that Lin Ling had resolved.

But she suddenly thought of something, because Lin Ling would not bring up things that happened in the past for no reason.

"Sarang is here?!"

"Shhh!!!"

Lin Ling covered Lingling's mouth with his hand, picked her up and ran to the hotel in front. He hurriedly checked her in and put Lingling down after entering the room.

"Don't be so loud. There might be people from the Black Church hiding nearby."

"Really Saran?!"

Lingling didn't care at all that Lin Ling covered her mouth. She was more concerned about how Lin Ling knew that Saran was in the ancient capital.

"There's an intelligence dealer who has a good relationship with me. She usually has easy access to confidential information, and I bought it from her."

Lin Ling made up a character on the spur of the moment, and he couldn't honestly tell Lingling that he knew the plot.

"Is the news true?" This was a big deal, and Lingling was a little worried that the news might be false.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely authentic."

"Then I'll contact the Ancient Capital Tribunal, the Magic Association, and the Hunter Association. With the three parties working together, I don't believe we can't catch Saran."

"No, no, no! This will alert the enemy. Saran has been planning in the ancient capital for a long time. There are probably spies of the Black Church in the Inquisition and the Magic Association. If we alert them, Saran will probably escape. It will be very difficult to find her then."

"Let me test the enemy's situation first."

Ancient Capital Clock Tower Magic Association.

"Elder Ling, the Hunter King is looking for you. He's already at the door."

A middle-aged woman with black hair listened to the voice on the pager on the table. A flash of doubt and caution flashed in her eyes, but she still pressed it and replied, "I'm here. Bring someone up."

"Okay, Elder Ling."

Ling Xi put down the pen in his hand and looked towards the door. There was a knock on the door and a black-haired boy pushed the door open and walked in.

The moment Ling Xi saw the person coming, his pupils dilated for a moment.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to see me, Elder Lingxi."

"I didn't expect to meet the youngest Hunter King. Please take a seat, Hunter King Lin."

　It’s so fast! We’ve already reached the ancient capital. It’s faster than any other book I’ve read.

　　Thank you for your reward! Love you~(^з^)-!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)