Create the Age of Magic

　　 There have been some minor incidents, please read the next chapter first. When I found out, someone had already subscribed, so I didn’t delete it, ah, I’m going crazy. The set chapter was automatically updated at 17:00 today! ! !

　　 The red-haired young man gently rubbed a small doll in the hand.

　　 A thin strip of cursing cloth is wrapped around the doll, and there is a small hole in the chest.

　　 The shape and the broken place are exactly the same as the broken place on Rowan before!

　　 Just as Horn was watching in shock, the red-haired wizard spoke up.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a wild witch. The wild witch of the dual lightning and fire element also possesses a fighting power far superior to that of a normal wild witch and close to a wizard. You should be Horn who made a lot of trouble in the Church of the North Wind. .

　　 Speaking of it, I really admire you. What you have caused caused an uproar. There are not many who dare to directly declare war on the church! "

　　 "Then see if you admire me so much, can you let me go."

　　 Horn sneered at the red-haired wizard.

　　 Now the situation can be regarded as desperate. No one among them can fight except Little Alia, and Horn has never pinned the hope of victory on Little Alia.

　　 Except for running fast to hide his breath, Horn has never seen this little girl's other abilities, and he can't do anything to let a girl as old as Daisy take the initiative to fight.

　　 So he could only make his eyes on Little Ali and let her escape first, but she stood by as if she hadn't heard.

　　 Horn and the red-haired wizard talked to him. Besides delaying the time for little Ali to escape, he also had other ideas.

　　 Horn hadn't noticed before, but now he suddenly found that he was still quite optimistic in a desperate situation, and now he was thinking of a sentence said by old Douglas.

　　 The villain died of talking!

　　 He wants to talk to the red-haired wizard as much as possible for a while, if he can delay it, then he will delay it. Maybe there will be a turnaround?

　　 Anyway, even if you don’t delay time, you will die. If you delay, there is no loss. It’s always good to live longer.

　　 "Haha, what you said is quite interesting, but are you too naive?"

　　 The red-haired wizard didn't do it directly, but sat on a rock and looked at Horn and them condescendingly. He seemed to be interested.

　　 Horn was overjoyed, this is about to start chatting.

　　 "First introduce myself, my name is Rowan, Rowan of Immortality!"

　　 The red-haired wizard sitting on the stone smiled wantonly, and that expression was the best mockery for Horn.

　　 Horn was stunned. If the one in front of him was Rowan, who was the one he defeated before?

　　 He looked at the doll in the hands of the red-haired wizard, as if he understood something.

　　 After seeing Horn's gaze, the red-haired wizard pulled a cursed cloth strip on the doll's body and began to spin.

　　 "Yes, you guessed it is correct. The little guy in my hand who fought with you just now, a cute puppet, will take me some time to fix it if you break it now."

　　 doll?

　　 They fought desperately just now that the wizard was only a puppet in the hands of the guy in front of him?

　　 Meredith and Sammy were slightly unacceptable to this result. They couldn't stand the full fight just now, but they were just fighting another dead animal.

　　 But Horn didn't have any doubts. If the Rowan he fought before was a puppet, everything could be explained.

　　 "Don’t you think it’s weird?"

　　 Rowan smiled triumphantly at the four of them and said that in his opinion, he explained all the previous things to them. Seeing their shocked expressions is also a way for him to enjoy the fun of hunting.

　　 He is not worried about wasting time, the time spent chasing the prey itself is already very long, and it is naturally not worse than the time spent in the final harvest.

　　"Why is the attack method of a six-ring wizard so monotonous?

　　Why does he defend your attacks at all, even without instinctive dodge? No matter how strong the defense is,

It's not even the instinctive reaction, right?

　　 Why does his reaction always take a beat?

　　 This is all because he is just an insignificant doll in my hand! "

　　 The red-haired wizard was standing on the stone and said loudly with excitement. At the same time, he peeked at the people's expressions from the corner of his eyes. Seeing the people's horrified expressions, he felt very fulfilled.

　　 Horn actually figured out everything when he heard him call himself Rowan, but he didn't say it.

　　 He wanted Rowan to say these things by himself. These can support some time, and he himself had secretly held the magic spar and was slowly recovering his magic power.

　　 Little Alia also grew up cutely, her mouth kept in shock, and the two eyes had a mysterious understanding of each other.

　　 Only Meredith and Sammy were truly shocked.

　　 "Do you know why when someone ran away, they would release a powerful attack and directly kill the person, but he didn't release that attack until he was defeated by you?"

　　 The attack was released by Rowan, who was hiding in the dark. Horn had also guessed it, but he didn't say anything.

　　 "Because that was what I released!"

what?

how is this possible?

　　 The four of them showed shocked expressions at the same time, it turned out to be like this!

Rowan was enjoying their shock. Suddenly he raised his brows, and stretched out his index finger to shoot a magical energy at Horn’s arm hidden behind him~www.readwn.com~ Horn didn’t have time to react to the magic spar in his hand. He flew and was taken into Rowan's hands.

　　 Now, Horn can't resist.

　　 Rowen’s hands are the last few magic spars he has left unused, and Horn can’t meditate at all in this ruin, so the rate of magic recovery is very slow.

　　 "So you are still too naive, why would I let you regain your strength?"

　　 Rowan took the magic spar and watched carefully: "Speaking of you, the wild witch has a lot of strange things, such as this stone that can restore power, and the chicken with the cat's head"

　　 "You are a chicken, your family is a chicken, are you blind? Your uncle Edward is obviously a cat eagle!"

　　 Edward, who had been hiding behind Horne as a good baby, suddenly broke out, jumped in front of Horne, stretched out his wings and pointed at Rowan and cursed.

　　 Rowan's fingers popped out a magical energy, Edward's head was blown up all at once, and Horn was stained with flesh and blood.

　　 "It's too noisy, I said you are a chicken and you are a chicken." Rowan said lightly, flicking his fingers.

"Do not!"

　　 Meredith looked at Edward's body in grief and angrily. A large part of the reason she chose to stay to help Horne was because of Edward, so she rushed towards Rowan with red eyes.

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