Juliana’s workshop Chapter 49: Flame

　　 “Lei?” Although she can’t look back to see how Lei is now, Julius can still try to call her to see how she is now. Lei did not answer, only a groan in response, which made Julius feel very worried. He didn’t know what Lei would become if she continued to do so, if she needed help urgently, then he would do nothing like this, it would just be possible for her to die.

　　 But now he can’t look back. If he goes to Guan Lei, then both of them will fall here. As for the choice of abandoning Lei, it would never appear in his mind.

　　The young black robe raised his hand, facing Julius, the wind blew again. Julius felt the wind blade blow on him again, and the sword guarding him was constantly trembling by the wind, and it screamed like metal. The long sword blocked the wind blade, and the wind messed up Julius’ hair and clothes on his body, and thin and dense cracks began to appear everywhere on the clothes. It was the wind blade’s remaining strength that fell on him. . Bloodshot marks had begun to appear on his cheeks, which were scars cut by the wind.

　　 This pain is nothing, Julius gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making too embarrassing noises.

　　 The young black robe seemed to want to see where Julius’s endurance was. After using this wind blade spell several times in a row, the spell coefficient hit him. Julius is like a small tree in a storm. He was beaten to the ground, but he was not cut off by his waist, and he never bowed his head.

　　’s approach to young people, the elderly sees it, he doesn’t plan to continue playing this boring game, “Enough, quickly solve them, don’t waste our time… God knows if there is any The other mice are hiding, we have to check it thoroughly.”

　　 The young people still respect the old black robe, although strictly speaking, they are actually equal, “Okay, although I am very interested in how much this kid can endure… …At least the body is quite strong.”

　　 The young black robe is not joking. Julius just endured him several wind blades. Although he was beaten into a mess, at least he was still standing. He was not blown away or cut. Fragmented. He knows very well that even if he is a powerful fighter of the Dark Iron class, he is only finished with a few wind blades—many of them are tossed by the power of this magic to their bodies, just one inadvertently cut into pieces. Several paragraphs. He is a mage, and he thinks he doesn’t need to confront these muscular people head-on. That is not the mage’s aesthetics, nor is it what the mage should do, so when he uses the wind blade, most of them are sneak attacks or surprises.

　　 “Boy, I won’t play with you…you go to death first.” The young black robe felt that it was time to deal with the tenacious guy in front of him. Just leave the little girl’s life temporarily, let her tell where they came from, and plug such loopholes before letting her die without pain. This was the only “kindness” of the young black robe-although he didn’t intend to just let go of the corpse of a young little girl, and of course the strong kid.

　　 “Help me.” The young black robe’s gesture changed. The older man knew what he wanted to do when he saw his gesture, and took out a thick magic book from his robe.

　　At this time, Julius was already stationed with a sword, and he crouched down and stood in front of Lei, removing the impact of the wind blade. This posture can also make him feel a little bit better, so that he won’t be blown away or divided into two parts. His long sword uttered a long mournful sound, and the sword body was almost unable to bear it. The blade in the middle section began to break out of the gap, and the fragments of iron fell around. It would be great if he had his beloved cross sword at this time… Julius thought that if he was carrying that sword, the situation would be much better now. A good weapon is very important to fighters, especially when encountering a mage, which is not very reasonable for fighters.

　　 The old black robe took out the magic book. Julius didn’t see it. He can’t open his eyes anymore. If you want to deal with the mages, you must not remove your eyes from them, otherwise you will never I don’t know what they will do in the next moment. Julius may remember this truth in his heart, but now he really doesn’t have that leeway.

　　 “The combination of mud and oil…” The old black robe groaned, and in his magic book, a black mist gushed out and pounced on Julius. Julius didn’t react, and he couldn’t leave Lei’s body, so he was rushed by the black mist.

　　 After being entangled in the black mist~IndoMTL.com~ Julius asked about the pungent smell, which was like a mixture of oil and sulfur, and also had a smell like mud. This black mist is not pure gas. When it was wrapped around Julius, the black mist fell on his skin and turned into a thick liquid, covering his whole body, turning him into A person in darkness.

　　 “Fire!” The young black robe pointed his finger at Julius. Julius saw only a flash of fire, and then he felt a scorching heat all over his body, which soon turned into blazing pain. .

　　 He burned all over. When a flame appeared in his vision, Julius realized that he had been ignited. After realizing this, he felt his skin tingling unbearably, which made him scream.

　　 He crouched on the ground, his hands still on the hilt of the sword. His long sword was ignited with him, he became a fireman, and his sword became a fire sword.

　　The flame did not spread to Lei, only Julius turned into a fire. He yelled loudly, his voice full of pain. His painful voice spread to the surroundings, leaving his own personal traces in this quiet space-although the screams could not last forever.

　　 For the two black robes, the tenacious boy in front of them is already dead, and now it just takes some time. Julius’ stubbornness surprised them a little bit. Most people burned in flames, but they wouldn’t stay in a place quietly like him. The burned person will struggle, roll or run around in order to find a way to extinguish the flame on his body. There was a lake full of water near Julius, but he did not panic because of the flames. He jumped into the lake and maintained such a posture, motionless, as if the flames on his body were still stationary.