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"You're very good." "I'm very surprised that your undead magic has reached such a level. According to my knowledge, undead magic is not that powerful!"

"You're not bad too!" She was indeed very strong, especially when she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. To have such strength at such an age made Ron feel ashamed of himself.

"I took the Necromancer!"

Rowan was stunned.

"To tell the truth, they are all a group of filthy, vulgar, lowly commoners. They are not even comparable to the commoners! " "The skeleton they summoned had no offensive power. It would fall apart the moment it was touched. A normal person could kill them easily, but you're not the same as them. Your skeleton can even withstand the bombardment of my magic!"

"Who are you? I'm very curious! "

"I've once heard a legend. When Necromancy is cultivated to the limit, it will become an invincible existence!" "Before, I didn't believe it at all, but now, I do!"

Ron took a deep breath. "You're a worthy opponent, and if you're not going to get involved, that's it!"

"Impossible!" "I praise you. Do you think that you have already won?"

Ron waved the bone cane in his hand and laughed. "I'm not that arrogant. If you're determined to fight, I'll accompany you to the end!"

"What a strange weapon!" "You are very strong, but unfortunately, your weapon is too weak. It's only a Sky Blue grade magic staff. If you were to fight with me, you would be at a disadvantage!"

Ron looked at the dark gold level magic staff in Goethe's hands and gritted his teeth.

Then, without further ado, she waved her wand and attacked Ron again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce voices resounded once again, and the two children once again fought a soul-stirring magic battle at Naca Manor. Both sides were tyrannical, and neither side was willing to give up. The trees were blown all over the place, and Naca Manor was turned into a mess.

Compared to the other party, Ron's attack power was obviously weaker. The attack power of the Dark Gold-grade magic staff was surprisingly strong. Ron almost vomited blood, and he became more and more depressed.

He had a way to defeat Goethe, but he couldn't use it.

The secret technique "Soul Ignition" could only be used in times of life or death situations, and the risk of becoming an idiot was extremely high. If he couldn't get revenge this time, he could wait for the next time, but if he became an idiot, then he wouldn't be able to get revenge in his entire life.

"Grandpa Hou Meilin, her magic attack is very powerful. I'm not her opponent!" Ron had no choice but to ask for help from Hou Meilin, "Her weapon is too powerful, it's even a dark gold level weapon. In comparison, my weapon is just garbage. It's not even on the same level as her!"

"So you think it's a problem with the weapon?" Komelin smiled disapprovingly.

Ron didn't say anything, he didn't deny it.

"You're wrong!" "Do you remember what I said? What are the five factors that determine victory or defeat in a fight between the strong?"

"Strength, skill, wisdom, fighting spirit, and luck!" He could remember every word, could even recite it backwards.

"Are there any weapons among these elements?" Komelin laughed.

Ron's heart flashed like a flash of lightning.

"Only weapons are not allowed. Weapons have never been the deciding factor in determining victory or defeat!" Hou Meilin smiled, "Ron, even if there is a chance, your weapon can't be upgraded anymore, which will cause you to be overly reliant on weapons. You have to learn that even if you use a white rank weapon, you still need to have the strength of a dark gold rank fighter. "They relied on the five elements I mentioned!"

"Grandpa Homerin, I understand!" Ron nodded gravely, a light shining in his eyes.

Without strength, nothing is more important in a battle. Once you have strength, it will depend on how both sides control their strength, the proficient wins, if both sides have the same conditions, then it will depend on intelligence, and if both sides are extremely smart, then it will depend on who has the stronger fighting spirit, and if all the conditions are equal, then it will depend on which side the Goddess of Luck stands on.

These things, he had told Ron when he was teaching, now was his time to make use of them.

"This girl's strength is about the same as mine, but her weapon is powerful. She's definitely stronger than me by a level!" Ron thought, "He's also very skilled and has a lot of combat experience. He doesn't look like a novice, so the only thing that can determine victory is wisdom!"

To win by relying on one's intelligence, that was the key to victory!

"What are mages most afraid of?" Close! "I've got it …" He thought of a way.

At this time, Ron went into a frenzy. "Bone Spike", "Bone Spear", and "Bone Arrow", as if they didn't need any money, spilled all over Goethe. At the same time, they caused all the Skeleton Warriors to madly rush towards her, making her fluster.

Goethe made a "teleport" that flashed past his bone lance. "If it's useless, you will lose for sure!" She seemed to see the dawn of victory.

At this moment, it was as if someone had stepped on something, causing "ka" sounds to ring out.

When Goethe lost her balance, Ron made his move.

"Skeleton Recovery!"

She had just raised her magic staff, but the bone sword in the Skeleton Warrior's hand had already knocked her away. The Dark Gold-ranked magic staff flew into the air and fell to the ground, causing her face to turn pale with fright. She knew very well what it meant for a Magician who had lost his magic staff.

At that moment, a bone lance appeared between her eyebrows.

"I've lost!" When the sharp bone blade of a skeleton warrior was pointed at her soft neck, she tactfully raised her hand.

Goethe gritted her teeth. She was not satisfied with her defeat, but she had to admit that her opponent's wisdom was extraordinary.

This was a trap, and the other party had intentionally forced her here. Furthermore, she could not use teleportation twice since she had just used it. The skeleton that had fallen here had been destroyed by her.

No one expected Skeleton Dragon to suddenly stand up. She was caught off guard and her weapon was sent flying. This way, although she could still cast magic, there was no suspense for her victory or defeat.

"Bone Prison!" Even though he had lost his weapon, Ron did not dare to be careless. He chanted a spell, summoned the "bone prison," and from the ground a few thick bones appeared, surrounding her and preventing her from moving.

"Sorry …" "Uncle Geralt, I've done my best!" Goethe raised his hands and said helplessly.

"Ah —" How could Geralt have expected his niece to be defeated, so quickly, so completely.

The outcome had suddenly reversed, and he didn't even have the mental preparation to run away.

"Quick, run!" There was only one thought on the terrified Geralt's mind, and he ran without thinking, not even his own son Kitley.

"Father!" He had not expected his father to abandon him and run away alone.

Whoosh.

"If I was afraid of your Salter family, would I have come for revenge?" said Ron to himself, and he turned to Kitley.

"No …" Don't. "Don't kill me..." Keitley, who had been pissing his pants from fright, waved his hands and backed away with a frightened look on his face. "No, I'll give you the money. Can I give you money? A lot of money. "I'll give you the entire Naca--"

Terrified, remorse gnawed at his hand like a bug, and Kitley did feel a little regretful now, regretting why he had gone to Maple Leaf Town and provoked Ron's grandfather, but unfortunately, he regretted it too late now, and if he hadn't seen the coffin, he probably wouldn't even have known how to write the word regret.

"Cousin sister... Cousin … Save me... "Save me …" Kitley scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of the prison, grabbing at it as if it were the last straw.

Goethe did not look at him, but looked at Ron and said quietly, "Are you going to kill me too?"

"No!" Ron shook his head.

"Cousin, I've already done my best. You should bear the burden of your own mistakes!"

Then she turned to Ron. "If you don't kill me, you might regret it in the future, because I'll go back and train myself, and then I'll kill you."

Ron laughed. "I won't do anything against my own principles. If you want revenge, come on, I'll wait for you!" After he finished speaking, he ordered the Skeleton Fighter to lift up a puddle of Kitchley and walk away.

… ….

Ron was kneeling on the ground, a glass of turbid yellow wine in his hand. Slowly, he fell to the ground and said softly, "Grandpa, I've come to see you again. Sorry, I'm late!"

Ron took his enemy to his grandfather's grave and comforted his spirit in heaven.

At this point, Kitley was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, snot running down his face. "Lord Ron, Grandpa Ron, please let me go, don't kill me, it's none of my business, it's your grandpa's carelessness …" Ah — ah — it's my fault, I'm sorry I didn't do it with you, um, oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. "Don't kill me..." Kitley began to say, "It's always that Joding who kills a thousand people... "If it wasn't for him, I would have …"

Ron kowtowed three times as a glass of wine was poured, and the skeleton warrior behind Kitley fell.

Kitley's voice faltered, and a head rolled far away, blood spurting out so violently that he could no longer speak.

"It's over!" Looking at Kitley's body, Ron sighed. "Goodbye, Kitley. I hope you'll be a civilian in your next life and have a taste of being bullied. Maybe you'll understand how I feel on that day!"

A cold wind was blowing, and Ron's heart was not at all pleased; on the contrary, it felt heavier.

Komelin sighed.

"No …" "It's not over yet!" Ron jerked his head up. "I have an enemy who deserves worse than Kitley!"

… ….

After a long while, the 'bone prison' finally loosened. When Goethe walked out, she quickly walked up to her magic staff, picked it up, and muttered to herself, "What a weirdo. He didn't take my magic staff. Does he not know that this thing is the most valuable?"

With the dark golden staff in her hand, Goethe had the intention of chasing after him. After some thought, she gave up and said, "Forget it, chasing after him might not be his opponent. Besides, I've almost used up all of my magic.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Geralt." I'm sorry, Uncle Geralt.

She took one last look at the ruins of Naca Manor, sighed, and left. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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