Legendary Mage

In the smoke and fire, Morin and Angel slowly moved forward. The dwarves on the round table saw these two young humans. Somehow, they slowly backed away, and some dwarves even retreated to the round table. the edge of.

When all the dwarves retreated, an ordinary dwarf stood out. However, he still thumped the red iron block on the anvil reluctantly, and did not seem to find any abnormal conditions around him.

Morin looked at the dwarf and saw that he also wore only a brown leather vest. His bare arms were thick and muscular, and under the red light, it was as tough as steel.

In addition to the big nose unique to dwarves, he also had a golden beard around his mouth.

The beard was well-maintained, woven into whips on both sides, and fixed with iron rings at the far end. The rest of the beard was scattered loosely on the chest, covering the chest completely.

"Morin, he and the statue at the door," Angel said just now, and Molin waved his hand and said, "Yes, he is the king of the hills."

Angel was surprised for a while, and Morin had thought in his heart that he could distinguish who the king of dwarves was from a certain trace, and also referred to his special beard.

Moline believed that the statue at the door would never be a dwarf, but a king's statue.

In addition, according to the reaction of the dwarves when they arrived, Morin also made sure that the one who was ironing was the king of dwarves. Of course, it has also become the king of the hills.

Moline was ahead, Angel was behind, and slowly, as much as possible, he walked towards the dwarf as politely as possible.

"Dang, Dang!"

The dwarf's warhammer made two sharp sounds, and then Morin suddenly felt an invisible air pressure rushing towards him.

Angel "Oh," was forced to retreat a few steps. Morin was a little angry, but he recovered as usual in a flash.

He turned back to signal Angel to stay behind, and he pushed up against the pressure.

"Dang, Dang!"

There were two more iron strikes, and Morin felt that the pressure had risen sharply, and he was almost pushed back with his power.

And this pressure has a tendency to wrap, just like there are boulders pressing on Mo Lin in all directions.

The tremendous pressure deformed Moline's muscles, and Moline quickly ran the magic. When the magic power filled the whole body, a force of resistance was formed immediately.

Morin's muscles returned to normal, not only that, but the clothes on his body bulged.

Although the iron dwarf didn't look at Mo Lin, he knew the changes in Mo Lin, and he could not help but whine, and aroused his great curiosity.

"Dang, Dang!"

The dwarf struck the anvil again, and this time, the pressure squeezed the air, forming a circle of transparent air waves rushing towards Moline.

The spectator dwarves took a breath, and said: According to intelligence, this human kid is just a magician. How strong can he be? How can he achieve this degree?

However, they were surprised and surprised, all the "anger shields" were supported, afraid that the dwarf's anger and pressure would affect them.

Morin is the hardest hit area here, and his experience is even more unpleasant. A vigorous pressure acted directly on Moline's body, and finally made Moline back out a few steps.

auzw.com And due to the heavy pressure, Moline’s breath was instantly blocked, and he had bleeding in his nostrils.

The dwarf regretted the sight of Morin's condition. I wanted to use my identity to test the strength of my juniors and actually hurt the other party. If I spread it, I would lose my face.

He planned to take back his anger field, but at this moment, the dwarf was shocked to find that Mo Lin stepped back a few steps back.

Not only that, he found that Morin did not seem to be a big deal, whether it was breathing or acting.

In the domineering anger field, you can do this, it must be the strength of the great swordsman or above.

However, the other party is obviously just a magician! Although the person who reported to me said that this kid is a very special magician, but the magician is a magician after all.

The dwarf was completely lost. Here in Moline, it seemed that the common sense established in the world was destroyed in an instant.

However, when the dwarf secretly observed Morin, he was relieved. It turned out that he saw Morin's skin covered with a blue-violet mask.

The dwarf only knew here that Morin was really a magician. He was just a super magical guy, and he could use magic in a wide and detailed way. He used this layer of protection to resist his anger field.

This dwarf can also be said to be extremely knowledgeable. He can see at a glance that Mo Lin's protection is magic, which is already very valuable.

If everything based on magic power is magic, Morin's protection from "magic body" should be considered magic.

However, this layer of protection does not require spells or runes, but only a defensive reaction of Morin itself.

Just like when we encounter cold, the hairs will stand up, all this is completely left to our own nervous system, not pure magic can explain it.

But there is no precedent like Moline, so the dwarf decided that this was a magic of Moline.

The dwarf was in a daze, Morin also knew the intention of the other party. At this time, he saw the opportunity and did not give the other party the opportunity to exert force. The flame spewed out under his feet sneaking forward, and he quickly moved forward. .

Then Mo Lin came to the dwarf in a few steps and smiled and said: "Hello Dear King of the Hill, I am a servant of Breezed. It is my honor to be here to meet you here."

In fact, the king of the hills really intends to test Mo Lin again, but since people have arrived, and the test just now is enough to prove that the young man in front of him definitely has extraordinary strength.

At this time, if you are tempted to have no skin and no face, it really has the style of losing a country.

The King of the Hill also immediately smiled and said: "Welcoming human friends to my humble kingdom, it is also an honor for me to be able to meet young talents like you. I don't know how I call you?"

As the king of the hills said, he stretched out a thick and powerful hand with calluses.

Mo Lin hurriedly held the dwarf's hand and said, "Under the moniker."

The King of the Hill nodded and said with a big smile: "My name is Saladin Bronzebeard. You don’t have to be a King of the Hill. If you have a King of the Hill, just call my name. In this way, it seems close, and secondly, I listen to it."

Morin smiled and said, "Okay, then I will call you Uncle Saladin on an informal occasion."

Saladin had a beard, and he laughed and said, "Okay, let's call it that way. It looks so natural. Come, take your friends and sit in my house!"

The invitation of the King of the Hill is unusual. Going to his house means entering the royal hall. This is a sign of great respect for a person.

Even the dwarves felt a little surprised that their leaders attached so much importance to the human youth in front of them.