Choose the Sharingan at the beginning of the American manga

"Damn Santa Claus." In the ice and snow jungle, the snow-white deer cart stopped on the chaotic road.

The demon wolf Mogoli and his men crawled aside tremblingly, looking at the furious white witch, not even daring to breathe.

After catching up here, their way forward was blocked.

Although the dense jungle cannot stop the powerful skills of the demon wolf, what if this jungle comes alive?

The jungle that was originally full of ice and snow was now full of green. Until the White Witch took action, there were still vines like giant pythons moving in the jungle.

"Go back to the Ice and Snow Palace. It's time to find a way to deal with Aslan." The dwarf turned the deer cart and drove the White Witch towards the Ice and Snow Palace.

But in the White Witch's mind, she was thinking about what the magic mirror told her before.

Since the birth of all four children, the magic in her body can no longer cover half of Narnia as before.

This is why Santa Claus can come out to stop her.

Her magic power has weakened, and she must kill the four prophesied kings with her own hands in order to regain her huge magic power.

Wayne is sore now.

He didn't eat the grapes, but looking at the dagger in his hand that he had been slightly disgusted with before, he would rather eat the grapes.

Just now, he realized that whatever Santa Claus revealed from between his fingers was an extremely precious treasure.

This short sword, which is no longer than an adult's arm, can actually contain chakra, just like the precious chakra sword in Naruto.

Perhaps, this short sword can hold more than just chakra.

Wayne even suspected that this dagger could contain all energy objects and increase its power.

God knows how Wayne felt when he curiously tried to input chakra into it, and a light blue lightsaber appeared.

He really regretted it when he saw the sharp light blue blade easily cutting off a large tree that was hugged by three people.

Why didn't I create a few more shadow clones and shamelessly ask for gifts?

That's a big tree in the dead of winter. The wheels are so hard that even the hardest steel alloy in the world may not be able to make the cuts as neat and smooth as possible.

"It seems like I'd better wait until I get stronger before I go to Santa Claus to have some tea." Wayne thought in his heart as he looked at the green forest gradually appearing.

Wayne also studied Marlena's ice blue necklace. Although eternal youth needs to be considered, gems and the like do have a huge amount of energy.

This energy gave Wayne the feeling that even if he tried his best, he couldn't break the defense of this energy.

"Sure enough, people with good looks still have an advantage." Looking at Beaver who was being nagged by Beaver, Wayne thought in his heart.

Everything is about comparison.

Although compared to Marlena, his gift was not very expensive, but compared to Beaver, who got nothing, he was still considered a wealthy person.

As for the four Peters...those four are walking plug-ins here.

No matter how handsome a man is, he can't compare.

Wayne said.

Half a day later, a lush grassland appeared in front of Wayne.

There are huge mountains at the end of the grassland. On the grassland, almost at the moment Wayne and others appeared, a group of centaurs roared from a distance, like the fastest cavalry.

In just a few breaths, the horse's hooves trampled the green grass, and the centaur warrior holding a scimitar and a big sword stopped more than ten steps away from Wayne and others.

Destroy the grass, bad review.

Not handsome enough, not cute enough, bad review, bad review.

Centaurs are not suitable to be my psychic beasts, Wayne thought to himself.

However, his exposed arms are thick and his body is tall. He is good as a guard and warrior.

Just give it a good review.

As soon as he arrived at Aslan's grassland, he began to wonder how he could fool a group of psychic beasts.

After all, this is the current home base for all the magical creatures in Narnia.

"hold head high"

At this moment, a sharp scream roared from the distant sky.

A brown griffin spread its huge wings and roared over.

Wayne's eyes widened a little.

He thought of the gryphon he bought from Stormwind City when he was playing World of Warcraft. He hadn't seen it for so many years and missed it very much.

"It's time to relive the happy days of the Alliance." Seeing this brown griffon that was both heroic and ferocious, Wayne made up his mind.

"It's you, my second psychic beast." Wayne shouted in his heart.

As for the first one, it is naturally the lion Askar, the guardian of the world of Narnia.

"Aslan has been waiting for you for a long time, two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve." The brown griffon said in a sonorous and powerful voice the moment it landed.

"And you, two guests who have come from afar, thank you and the Beavers for escorting us all the way. I am Aslan's escort, Arthur."

Compared to the roughness of the centaur, the brown griffon is like a noble knight.

In Wayne's eyes, it was full of praise.

Half an hour later, Wayne and others arrived at Aslan's royal court, in front of a gorgeous tent.

A majestic and majestic lion slowly stepped out of the tent, like a wise king, giving people a feeling that they could not look directly at it.

Everyone waiting outside the tent lowered their heads slightly at this moment.

"Welcome to you, Lucy, Peter, Susan, and you, Edmund." Aslan's gaze swept across the whole place, not overbearing and coercive, but as harmonious as the spring breeze.

"Thank you again, Wayne, Marlena and the Beavers. Thank you for protecting their arrival."

"Sounds nice and has an extraordinary demeanor like me. Sure enough, Aslan is my number one psychic beast. This is much more interesting than the toad in Miaomu Mountain." Wayne thought in his heart.

Then, after a brief but sincere greeting, Wayne was invited into Aslan's tent alone.

"I can feel the breath of friend from your body." After Wayne sat down, Aslan also squatted on a red and blue carpet and said.

The tone was very calm, so gentle that Wayne couldn't help but feel a pressure.

This pressure does not come from any malicious intent, but it also prevents Wayne from speaking blindly.

"Following the guidance of magic, Professor Kirk arranged a sacred trial for me, allowing me to step here and help save Narnia, which is about to be shrouded in winter."

As he spoke, Wayne took out a ring with a lion's head on it and placed it on the wooden table in front of the two of them.

That lion head is none other than Aslan.

Feeling the familiar magic contained in the ring, a gentle smile appeared on Aslan's face.

"You have proven your courage along the way. In return for being a heroic magic apprentice, you will gain the friendship of Narnia." Aslan said sincerely and solemnly.

"I can feel your desire for a partner. After this battle, you can sign a sacred covenant with any creature in Narnia, provided that you uphold justice and friendship, and that both parties agree."

"Including you, the great Lord Aslan."

"certainly"