Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

　　 Alfred looked at Bruce and Zatanna who were still trying to perceive the circle, stood up and walked towards Aristophanes.

"Master, I want to ask Bruce if he has to study here afterwards?"

Diana raised her head, looked at Alfred with a look of fear, and turned to look at Aristophanes, with curiosity in her eyes: "I'm very curious about what you showed at Bruce's house. A housekeeper was shocked like this."

"Ahem," Aristophane patted Diana to signal her not to make trouble, and then said calmly: "Alfred, it depends on Bruce's own decision. I will not force him to stay here."

At this moment, Aristophane felt the magical power in the surrounding air start to agitate, and the source of the agitation came from the little Bruce in front of him.

Diana and Alfred also noticed the anomaly, and they followed Aristophane and stood up to look at the strange boys and girls in front of them. Looking at the colorful spots of light surrounding Little Bruce, a worried look appeared on the butler's face.

Bruce opened his eyes at this moment, and he was also taken aback by the magical energy surrounding him.

"Don't be nervous, Bruce, empty your brain, follow instinct, and imagine the circle you just saw."

Aristophane’s words seemed to quickly soothe little Bruce with a certain magical power. He closed his eyes again, and the light spots surrounding him gradually changed from colorful to single blue and white. At the same time, the indoor temperature was also lowered. Aristophan snapped his fingers and gave Diana and Alfred a thermostat each.

On the other side, Zatanna, who was standing next to Bruce, also opened her eyes and stretched out her right hand. A magic circle quickly unfolded on it. A small golden flame began to burn, and it transformed into All kinds of small animals are vivid and vivid.

"Very well, Zatanna, your magical talent is unparalleled."

After hearing the voice of the elf mage, Zatanna quickly extinguished the spell in her hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your teaching, Lord Aristophanes."

The wizard mage waved his hand: "This is because you have enough talent, you can draw inferences, and understand enough knowledge from my magic circle."

Zatanna then looked at the little friend beside him worriedly. At this time, Bruce had begun to appear white frost.

But Bruce soon woke up. At this time, his pupils had changed from black to blue, and countless small ice crystals surrounded him. Zatanna had to stay away from him to prevent ice crystals from hitting her.

"Sir, what's wrong with me?" Bruce's voice was flustered.

"Calm down, Bruce," Aristophane approached him, and ignoring the tiny ice crystals, stretched out his hand to press his forehead, and the two stood motionless.

Alfred looked anxious, wanted to step forward but was worried: "Ms. Diana, do you know what's going on?"

"Don't worry, Alfred," a smile leaked from the Amazon Princess Qingguo Qingcheng's face, "this is a good thing for little Bruce, he will wake up soon."

It was as Diana said. The fine ice crystals surrounding Bruce quickly disappeared into the air, and the **** frost on Bruce's face slowly melted, and then a drop of water flowed down the corner of his eyebrows, Aris Tofin and Little Bruce opened their eyes at the same time.

"Have you decided, Bruce?"

"Yes, Mr. Aristophane, thank you for your teaching."

The wizard mage nodded and stretched out his right hand, and then a heavy spell book flew into his hand from the shadow at the back of the room. Aristophan opened him, flipping through it, and his left hand kept showing the magic light blending in. To the page.

"Hiss," Zatana recognized what Aristophane was doing, and couldn't help but gasp.

"What's wrong with Zatanna?" Bruce asked softly while drinking the tea Alfred poured him.

"To be honest, Bruce, I'm a little jealous of you."

"Don't be jealous of Bruce. The helmet, necklace, and cloak of God Naboo are much stronger than this spell book, Zatanna." Aristophane said as he took out a cold crystal and placed it in the hole on the cover. In the middle, then a burst of white light flashed, and the spell book floated automatically in the air without wind.

"Bruce, come on, use the method I just gave you."

Little Bruce jumped off the stool, then walked to Aristophane, mobilizing a trace of mental power into the spell book according to the method the wizard gave him.

Then he reached out and took the book from the air into his hand. A line of ancient elves appeared on the original blank cover. Although he didn't know him, he could understand the meaning: "Bruce's Ice Casting Guide?"

"According to our agreement, Bruce, this book has everything from basic knowledge to middle-level ice spells, and I also set a suitable grade. Did you see the crystal on the cover? Whenever you can breathe Fill it once to unlock the spell knowledge for the next stage."

Bruce hugged the heavy book tightly and nodded.

"Okay, come here today, I will send you back."

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Late at night in Smallville, Kansas, central United States in 0, 1999.

With a "bang", a violent explosion erupted from Kent's granary.

"Jonathan, what's the matter? Is it an earthquake?" The white cabin suddenly turned on the light.

"It shouldn't be an earthquake, Martha, don't move, I'll go out to see what's going on," said a typical white Kansas farmer as he walked out of the white two-story building.

"I'll go with you, Jonathan," the white man named Martha asked as he walked to the door of the house.

"No need, there shouldn't be a god, is there something smashed down?"

Martha heard Jonathan's shout and hurried out, then covered her mouth.

A path illuminated by flames extends from the barn to the cornfield behind ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Be careful, Martha, I will go over and take a look. "

Jonathan clenched the axe in his hand and walked cautiously into the barn.

"It's okay Martha, come on too, now there is still a problem to deal with."

Martha quickly walked into the barn that had been devastated and couldn't bear to look straight. A strange flying machine appeared in front of her, and her husband was holding a crowbar, trying to open it.

"Is this the culprit who destroyed the cornfield and barn?"

"It should be," Jonathan wiped the sweat from his forehead, with the burning flames, and then inserted the crowbar into a gap, broke it hard, and an exclamation sounded from both of them.

Masha carefully lifted a baby out of the aircraft, the baby did not cry, and giggled.

"It looks like this is a treasure bestowed by God, Jonathan."

Jonathan straightened up and picked up a black prism with an "s" engraved from the side of the crib: "Martha, are you sure not to report it?"

The white woman teased the child in her arms: "This is God's will, Jonathan! He must have made this child appear in front of us to satisfy our regrets. I want to raise him!"

Looking at his steadfast wife, Jonathan Kent sighed: "Well, then you can take this child to the house first. I will take care of these things to prevent anyone from discovering anything tomorrow."