Senior Sister Philbi flashed out of the portal and immediately sat on the top of the mage tower, taking over the management power of the mage tower. Her mental power was unfolding, and she covered the jumping electric field with a mighty power:

Vampire!

That's a blood clan!

Since the council had a standardized transcript, no blood clan has advanced on the parliament's territory! Who knows what will happen when he advances?

Who knows if blood will be absorbed on a large scale, regardless of the fact that he is the kilometer in the center of the ball, all those with blood and energy will be absorbed dry?

Serira is still sleeping on the top of the mage tower!

And this can't be solved by "negotiation" and "communication" - even the energy frenzy caused by the magician's advanced legend is not something he can control;

Because the proportion of blood clans advances by instinct is large, it is easier for them to be in a state of ignorance during the advancement process. Because of their ignorance, it may not be useful if they have been explained in advance, so they have to ask Philbi to come and take charge to prevent it.

At the same time, Grett took the magicians to put down all the work they had in their hands and ran out. Not only the magicians, but also the experimental animals and the undead creatures, retreated out and retreated one kilometer away.

——Who knows if the blood clan will suck even the undead creatures when it advances?

What if?!

Only Philbi was left, opening the electric field and sitting upright on the top of the mage tower. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, feeling the energy changes of the entire mage tower, and stared at the energy scans reported by the tower spirit, smiling slightly, and then shook her head:

"Little Gret is really... and these guys are so panicked and can't do anything... If you have such a little movement, you will get me back? It's obviously still far from the legend..."

But this cannot be blamed on those magicians. The half-step legend advanced to the legend has a variety of movements and silences. Only magicians who are of the same school and who are studying the same direction will be somewhat similar;

For example, the blood clan, whether he jumped into the legend or just increased his strength, at the beginning, ordinary magicians couldn't see clearly. Only legends, condescending, can you see at a glance:

This blood clan is just improving its strength. It may be improved a lot, such as from level 19 15%, one step to level 19 20%, but it is still early and early to the legend's essential leap...

She sat calmly for half an hour before she called Gret back and felt the changes of the blood clan under her care.

In the room with the special glass roof, blood mist was churning and almost sprinkled out of the roof. In fact, although everyone had already evacuated, there were still magicians and mage towers for remote communication, allowing the tower spirit to control the lens next to the glass roof to continue to tilt.

Focus the sun, concentrate, and then concentrate on the roof, and then provide it to the room for the advanced use of the Grand Duke.

The energy of moonlight is so thinner than that of sunlight. Is the concentrated sunlight that is filtered, is it enough?

It seemed that it was not enough. After the blazing sunlight entered the room, it was completely swallowed by the blood mist, and it could not break the increasingly thicker blood mist.

The blood mist was churning more and more violently. Even under the perception of Philbi's mental power, he rushed out of the room, stretched out, and swallowed energy. Well, it seems that this blood clan's grand duke is really eager for energy...

Philbi looked at it with interest for a while, then suddenly reached out and waved his hand and went down a little further. Gret watched a gust of wind outside, and then the air gathered, twisted, and changed...

More sunlight, a larger range of sunlight, was gathered by invisible and intangible lenses, and gathered in the room with a special glass roof.

Finally, the blood mist in the room no longer expanded outward, but turned into a ball, gathering tightly beside the Grand Duke. The big ball soon turned from bright red to dark red, from dark red to black red…

"It seems that he has gained a lot of benefits this time." Philbi exclaimed:

"I said, how did you fool him? Why did you advance quickly when you get to your hands?"

"First of all, he is a blood clan, not a human." Grett retorted his senior sister with a stern face:

"Secondly, I gave him some knowledge to help me develop magic - I hope he can quickly develop the spells I want, at least, get out the spells I want..."

Knowledge, knowledge, and knowledge. Philbi turned his head and looked at the thick stacks of documents on Gret's table. After flipping through it, he looked a little dizzy and couldn't help but be shocked:

"How much knowledge did you give him... You should be a little more relaxed. That's a blood clan. What if he learns these things and uses them to deal with humans?"

"I'm not afraid to deal with humans!" Gret raised his head and smiled:

"As the blood clan, there are so many things that can deal with them! Strong ultraviolet rays, strong gamma rays... Now, I hope he can try his best to devote himself to medicine and get what I want quickly..."

Medicine, medicine, and medicine again. Philbi muttered a few words without saying a word, and began to concentrate on his mental energy to feel the tumbling changes of the blood mist in the room.

The senior and brother sat opposite each other for a long time. Grett completed more than ten procedures in succession. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a sound exploded from the glass room and flew into the air:

"Swoosh--Dengdeng waits for lights...”

Gret muttered silently. Then he saw the figure dancing, flying from the ground to the top of the mage tower, and then continued to shoot up. After a long time, he swayed and swayed, floating to the window of the mage tower, and looked at each other with Gret:

"I figured it out! I figured it out!" Grand Duke Rimmer tried to knock on the window of the Mage Tower twice, but failed and began to shout at the top of his throat:

"Master Nordmark, I understand the spell model you want! I will write it out for you now!" He shouted twice, sank down, and floated upwards:

"What projects do you have to give me? What projects do you have? Try to spend as much as possible! Give me all of them! I will make it all for you! I will advance to legend, but it depends on you!"

After saying that, he turned into a bat and pounced down. As if he thought the bat was not fast enough, he turned into a ball of blood mist and rushed towards the entrance of the Mage Tower. Looking like that, he probably found a place to write the spell model Gret wanted:

It is not difficult to borrow and repay. The old spell model is released and the topic is completed, so that new projects and new knowledge can be found!

Before he finished writing, he chased after him with an angry roar. Gret could not tell who he was just listening to the sound, but it must be an alchemist:

"Who! Glass! All the glass is blown up for you! Pay compensation! Don't pay double the compensation, don't think I'll get you a new one!"

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