After her color was bright, the two mages who had just slept in the early morning woke up. After complaining to Shaoke in a low voice, she hurriedly put on her clothes and left here. She was thinking about how to go back to deal with the inquiries of the other mages.

In the following period, simple houses in the city were built again, and a large number of merchants once again poured into this somewhat damaged city. A large number of prisoners of war were even held by soldiers, asking them to burn bricks and collect stones to build new city walls. Of course, this kind of construction work took a lot of time, at least the Blizzard Legion was unable to complete the remaining garrison period. Since that top-level professional attack, there have been more professionals leading to this broken city.

The archers who sniped from a distance, lurkers who are good at assassination, and trackers who can track and chase for a long time, a large number of heavy armored warriors passed by here in large numbers, and a large number of ordinary cavalry rushed to the front line through here. As all this happened, even the mages who stayed in the camp all day felt the tension in the atmosphere. Fortunately, the vulgar officers who had returned to their previous state appeared in the mage camp again. All this made the mages who came out to relax feel a little relaxed.

Shaoko also returned to the madness he had in the death camp before, often practicing magic with mages of the same level in the newly built spell practice field, and even with mages of the fifth level. This situation continued until the 33rd Blizzard Regiment left the destroyed city.

On that day, when I was about to leave the city, the female mage Roman, who had not met for nearly three months, sent the empty stone bead to Shaoke at night. "If it weren't for my weak ability, I would have been able to make this permanent magic prop in just one month." The female mage lay quietly in Shaoke's arms, holding the empty stone bead, allowing the male mage's hand to move on her chest. And it looked very enjoyable.

"I thought you failed to make it, so...Shaoke's hands were wandering around the female mage with greed, silently feeling the softness and delicateness of the other person's body.

"A permanent magic prop that can be used to level seven, let a fourth-level alchemist make it.

If it weren't for the special method provided by the military headquarters, even after I was promoted to a fifth-level mage, I would not be qualified to make such props." The female mage twisted her body gently because Shaoke's hands moved too much.

Perhaps feeling the dissatisfaction of the female mage, Shaoke stopped the movements in his hand. He took the Kongshi Bead and began to detect with his mental power. Unfortunately, he could only feel that the mental power of the Kongshi Bead was a little comfortable, and there was no other discovery. His confusing eyes turned to the female mage. He had to wait for the creator's explanation now, but he believed that the original purification of the Kongshi Bead and the ability to restore mental power of the small amount of the mind had never disappeared.

As he thought, the original effect of the hollow stone bead was not only completely preserved, but also because of the special production method of the female mage, after strengthening its initial effect, it merged with a hollow wood about ten thousand years ago. It also had a lot of effects of purifying mental power and magic.

The female mage explained in detail. Finally, she said regretfully: "If I could be promoted to a sixth-level alchemist, then I could add some special spells to this kind of props." After saying that, her eyes were a little lost because she didn't know if she could have the chance to be promoted to a sixth-level mage. She now felt that she had made a lot of progress. She knew that this was because she was busy making various magic props for a long time and occupied a lot of her meditation time.

The shrinking officer evaluated them like this. "Those bastards only wanted to get the real wild giants to join their legion, but are they capable of gaining recognition from the wild giants?" Obviously, the shrinking officer's words were just to the mages resting outside the camp. He did not have the courage to say such words in front of the wild warriors, not only because he had suffered losses in the hands of the other party, but also because the commander of the other party's wild warrior was more vulgar and crazy than him.

The soldiers four meters or even five meters tall met with heavy armor and met the Blizzard soldiers led by the vulgar officer. A bald short old man who looked very vulgar was staring at the vulgar officer fiercely, and the heads of the wild soldiers also turned to the direction of the Blizzard soldiers. Due to the cover of the face armor, Shaoke could not confirm whether the other soldiers were staring at them again.

The Blizzard warriors also made the same move, and did not act timidly because they were weaker than the other party in number and suffered losses under the other party. This made Shaoke, who had some understanding of the situation, admire these crazy warriors.

The advance of the two teams stopped due to the stalemate of the special troops in the two legions. The wretched officer maliciously threw his saliva towards the wretched old man and said with a strange smile: "When I learned that it was your legion that was coming here, I guessed if you were replaced or died on the belly of a woman." After saying that, a crazy laugh.

However, the vulgar old man raised his head and spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm in front of him. He raised his head and stared at the barbarian's lower body, saying, "I never talk to the loser, and I can't see the existence of the loser. All the losers will be crushed by me." At this point, the old man also burst into strange laughter, as if he wanted to arouse the other party's anger and then engage in a fight.

The young vulgar officer was about to say something, but finally thought about it but laughed wildly, and signaled that the other party would pass the city gate that had just been built. "Another one hundred years? two hundred years? Can you last for three hundred years? I will definitely return to your permanent residence to visit you." As he said that, he directed less than a hundred Blizzard warriors to leave there, leaving only smoke and dust for the other party.

The vulgar old man did not give up the insult because of the young officer's departure. "I still have 300 wild warriors, what about you? You only have less than 100. If you encounter a battle with a top-level strongman, I think you would never have done what you said just now."

In this way, even after a long distance, the two were still insulting each other. However, Shaoko, who was talking to Master Roman and other mages next to the carriage, found that the commanders of the two legions exchanged some things after performing etiquettes with each other, and then they separated.
Chapter completed!