Chapter 87： I am coming over this fireball, you may die

The dialogue between Krassu and Amy was again brought to the attention of the guests.

Some old guests saw Amy’s shot on Sargeras in the morning. Rao was the resistance of the lava demon, and he was almost burned by the little fireball. Now Krassu actually let Amy’s shot, If he loses, will it be a little too big?

"Look at the purple gold master's stick mark on his mage's robe. If I remember correctly, it seems that only the Lord's robes of the empire of the empire will have this mark?" Just then, next to it. A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman stared at Krassu's left shoulder, and was amazed, embroidered with a small finger-sized purple gold staff.

"Really, is this old magician enshrined in the empire?" The companions at the same table were also surprised. They looked at the mark on the shoulder of Krassu. This is the highest honor that the human magician is recognized. Dare to pretend.

The dialogue between the two fell into the ears of the next person, and the eyes could not help but look at the shoulders of Krassu. Although most people have not seen the worship of the Master, the rumors have been heard a lot.

After the death of General Alex, the imperial military had not seen a gryphon knight who could kill the dragon by one person. When the evil dragons attacked the imperial towns in the past few years, most of them appeared. The figure of the magician, they use the powerful magic to disperse the dragon, protect the peace of the party, and get more respect and love from the people.

Moreover, the empire is dedicated to magicians, at least eight or more magicians, each of which is superb in strength and has made great contributions to the empire.

If the white robe magician is an empire dedicated to the magician, then he is at least a noble eight-level magician.

This is to let most of the magicians take off their hats to pay tribute to the predecessors, but they have eaten twice in Amy here, listening to what he just said, this situation is mostly wanting to accept Amy as a disciple, but the little girl I still can't look at my eyes.

“When is an eight-level magician trying to get an apprentice to become so difficult?” The people flashed a question at the same time. If Amy didn’t understand it, then Meg could arrange such a multi-integrated restaurant. The knowledge will never be recognized even if the empire is enshrined in the imprint of the Master.

After the performance of this intention in Krassu, McGonagall still has a calm face and no feeling of temptation. This abnormal performance makes everyone surprised, and there are some other conjectures about McGee’s identity and strength. For example: "Is it possible that the boss of Mai is not looking at the old magician? Is he a magician who is more powerful than this old magician?"

For the invitation of Krassu to Amy, after knowing his identity, everyone felt that there was no suspense.

One is the empire of the Los Angeles empire, the other is the little daughter who will shake the restaurant owner. The difference in identity and strength between the two can be said to be a world apart. Even if Krassu stands there, Amy can’t. Can cause him any harm.

"The magician who can defeat the dragon with a fireball can be more than eight, at least a nine-level magician, or even a ten-level magician." Sargeras thought in his heart, the scene outside the capital of Luodu. He has a deep memory.

But looking at Amy, Sargeras’s expression is a bit weird. Even if it’s a ten-level magician, if you look at the little girl’s fireball, it’s like he’s in the morning, most of it’s going to suffer. .

Although the fireball is small, but the power is not small, the temperature is higher than the flame on his body. At this age, there is such a horrible talent. If he is a magician, he probably wants to accept her as an apprentice.

Amy listened to the words of Krassu, and suddenly came to the mood, a bit unfair: "White-bearded grandfather, are you serious? I am coming over this fireball, you may die."

"Of course it is serious, little girl, although you use all your strength, don't worry about me. If I can't stop even one of your fireballs, then I can only bully the children." Krassu's confident pendulum Waving his hand, but still worried about the little girl, I feel a little warm.

Hearing Amy’s self-confidence of fireball, he was even more pleased. This shows that even if the blood of the two families is limited, she can still use magic, but she still has some plasticity, but how to make a specific talent, she needs to take a close look at her shot. Only once can you know.

"I was just worried about accidentally burning the chair and the table." Amy looked at the table in front of Krassu with a little worry.

"..." Krassu didn't know what his expression was to express his feelings at a time. He didn't expect that he couldn't even compare a table and chair. When he was depressed, he could only helplessly: "It doesn't matter, if it burns, I will pay for it according to the price."

"Well, since you sincerely ask for it, then I have to throw a fireball for you. This kind of request is really troublesome." Amy nodded, and the expression on the little face looked like a Like the naughty child, put the ugly duckling on the other side of the counter and watched Krassu swearing: "If you can't stand it, remember to call it out early."

"This will not happen." Krassu shook his head, his face was easy to express, but there was a bit of mastery.

"Then I am coming." Amy looked at Krassu, reminded him, the little hand was put in front of him, and he screamed and picked up a flame, suddenly shrunk into a blue-violet little fireball, and then he just went hand in hand. Throwed out to Krassu.

"This pure magical power!" Krassu looked at the flame when he picked it up from Amy's hand. His eyes were round and he looked at the shrinking blue-violet flame. The magical power was pure. Clean, unaffected by other elements, although it is just a small fireball, it is such a surprising energy.

Of course, this level of fireball is just a little fire for him, but he sees infinite possibilities in this flame.

At the age of three or four years old, he did not receive any magical teachings. He even realized the fireball technique, and he was still instant. He even knew how to throw this fireball out. This talent is not exactly what he always wanted. Looking for genius?

And, most importantly, his favorite is this simple and rude fireball. Other spells are hard to say, but in the magic of fireball, the entire Nolan continent, he dares to say that his fireball is the fastest. The most powerful, even the second no one dare to recognize.

After all, even if he is on the dragon, he will also use the fireball to greet him directly, and he can smash the big guys everywhere, and he can only do it on the whole continent.

It’s just a matter of swearing for God, the fireball has fallen on his long beard, and it’s just a little bit, and he’s rushing to rise.

"Oops!" Krassu exclaimed, and refused to just say what he had said. He got up and ran towards the door, his chin blazing.