The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

"Sorry, I didn't expect that I still didn't let you see the wider world."

The human magician lay helplessly on the ground and apologized to Stan.

The rune prison around Stan didn't last long. He stumbled to the side of the human magician to help him up.

"It's okay, teacher, it's my honor to die with you."

The other legendary patriarchs wanted to kill the two of them on the spot, but were stopped by Ansi Er.

"Wait a minute, I'm a good dragon, so I have to wait for them to finish speaking before sending them on their way."

Ans Air said, of course, in fact, he only occasionally watched tragic dramas to change his taste.

"Yes, Lord Ansel."

Although Ans El's reason is nonsense, the clan chiefs only have to accept it.

They all saw Sandro's attack just now. As long as they were hit, they would be dead, not to mention that Ansi Er himself had the strength of a demigod and could even imprison space.

"Cough," the human magician spat out blood, and Sandro's attack caused him to be seriously injured, not only physically, but also mentally.

"teacher!"

Stan held the human magician in his arms, and tears kept flowing in his eyes.

He regretted it very much. If he didn't use space magic at that time and accepted death calmly, then the teacher would not have taken action and ended up like this.

"Silly child, death is the ultimate attribution of all living beings. Not even the gods can escape, let alone me. It's just that you are so young that you have never even seen the real appearance of this world."

The human magician regretted.

"Teacher, when you taught me, I have seen the beauty of this world, why should I see it myself."

Stan wiped his tears and replied firmly.

The human magician looked at Stan and opened his mouth but was speechless. His pupils became dilated and he had completely lost his breath of life.

"teacher!"

Stan cried while holding the human magician.

Maybe it was the reason of Ans El Longwei, or maybe he was really moved by the emotions of Stan and the human magician and their teachers and students. The arena was quiet and no one spoke.

It was Ansier who was the first to break the silence, and he pretended to wipe away his tears.

"I'm so touched, so next time you catch a human magician, can you stop being so rude and just kill it?"

Ans El reprimanded the surrounding clan chiefs.

Even though he likes to play the prodigal son Yasuo the most, when he encounters residual blood in the game, he will directly DF Second Company, and he will never miss any chance to grab a head.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The patriarchs of the various clans could only lower their heads in response. This incident was indeed caused by them. If it wasn't for Ansier's presence, I'm afraid Stan would have escaped.

"Little Goblin, what else do you want to say?"

Looking at Stan, Ansier thought of Shandi who was abandoned by him on the basement floor. Occasionally, he also felt that he was not close to the Xiaoshan tribe and lost his identity as a kind metal dragon.

So, towards Stan, Anselm showed a little pity, but it was boring anyway.

"Kill me now, I want to follow the teacher and leave this world."

Stan closed his eyes and said calmly.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to kill you directly!"

Ansier said viciously, and the rest of the people present felt a chill on their backs.

But I saw Ansair nodded to Sandro and said, "Activate the movie viewing mode."

Sandro read Stan's memory knowingly, and took out a crystal ball and projected it onto the screen.

Projecting with a crystal ball is not an uncommon magic, and Sandro naturally does.

Stan's memory is neither long nor short, aside from eating, drinking and laughing, it is still far more wonderful than the memory of a playful kobold like Marvin.

There are memories of Stan's poor family being sold after he was born, memories of Stan's hard training and duels every day in the arena, and memories of Stan trying to escape and encountering a human magician.

Seeing the human magician drawing mysterious space runes on the ground, the picture of Sandro controlling his memory paused slightly.

"At that time, he was already out of the control of the demon-binding lock, why didn't he run away?"

Sandro asked.

"Maybe he was afraid of meeting the great Lord Sandro or Lord Valk when he ran away, and he might die in one encounter."

A pig-headed patriarch replied.

Obviously, this answer has no credibility at all. Can you believe what the pig said?

Ansier groaned inwardly.

"It makes sense!"

Sandro nodded. Although he was an old dog licker, he also liked to be complimented.

Ansier's face darkened, but he didn't ask more, he didn't care about this question.

On the contrary, the more Valk watched Stan's memory, the more gloomy his face became. Even the surrounding legendary patriarchs and priests could feel Valck's strong murderous aura and chill.

They all bowed their heads guiltily.

"That's how you distributed the food I gave you?"

Valk said with a low face.

When Ans El told him before, he never thought that things had deteriorated to such a stage that poor clansmen even had to sell their cubs in exchange for food to survive.

He gave these tribes almost unlimited freedom to develop on their own, but he didn't expect that it would end up like this in the end.

Valk also had to reflect on himself. As the only remaining demigod, he felt that he also failed to fulfill his responsibilities many times.

Valk did not speak, and other races did not dare to speak.

Ansel didn't feel anything. After reading Stan's memory, he raised his purple dragon claw ~www.novelmt.com~ and ended Stan's poor life with one blow.

If you want to be free, in your next life, you should cast a good baby and choose a stronger race.

Anselm murmured in his heart.

Fortunately, I took the Shuangwen protagonist template.

......

"You really don't read novels anymore?"

Ans El asked, he and Sandro were standing in the circle.

"I have to take good care of the underground races, I can't let them fall like this anymore."

Valk replied.

He took out a stack of parchment from his arms, stroked it lovingly, and then handed it to Ansair.

"I won't give you the money back!"

Ansel vigilantly watched Valk protect his esophagus.

"I don't want you to pay back the money, I just can't bear to burn this novel, but I can't help but want to read it when it stays with me. I want you to keep it and return it to me when we return to the main world. ."

Walker said.

Hearing Valk's words, Ans El accepted the parchment with confidence.

After collecting the original manuscript of the novel, he took out the dusty "Introduction to Magic" and handed it to Valk.

"Although you hate human beings, it is undeniable that human magic is indeed powerful. Since you really want to become more powerful, you might as well learn human magic."

Ansel said.

Valck hesitated for a moment, but took the book.

He nodded solemnly.

"We will carefully consider the way forward."

"Then there is a chance to see you again!"

Ansel said goodbye.

Sandro opened the magic circle, emitting a strong light.

"It's gone, stupid kobold!"