Turning Point 2

The middle-aged man standing on the vulture's back was dressed in crimson robes, and there seemed to be a glowing aura on his chest.

His pale skin, sharp eyes, and facial expression were like a cat playing with mice, mixed with sarcasm and cruelty.

The teenagers gathered on the deck did not hear Mr. Haimens' rebuttal and noticed the abnormality. Seeing this man slowly approaching, Raymon, frowning, looked at the escort wizards at the bow.

The three wizards with fearful expressions did nothing, allowing this man to slowly approach. The wizard apprentices beside Raymon seemed to understand and shouted in confusion and terror.

But when this man approached within 100 meters of the ship, accompanied by Mr. Haimens' roar, a huge surge of magic fluctuations suddenly erupted from the bow. "Take action!"

A yellow light suddenly burst out on the wooden wand in Mr. Haimens' hand. Countless fist-sized stones appeared in front of him.

The elegant and indifferent Lu Simarie conjured a transparent water ball in front of her.

As soon as Calk, who had always stood behind the two, chanted in a low voice, the quickly formed lightning magic was launched.

The three different attacks were almost completed simultaneously. With tacit understanding, the three saw the enemy hit in an instant but showed surprised expressions.

With a cruel and mocking smile, the middle-aged man in crimson robes stretched out his right hand. A cyan vortex suddenly appeared and swelled instantly when it left his body, forming a huge cyan shield that shielded him and the vulture behind it.

When the three attacks touched this cyan shield, there was a loud noise, but they failed to break through its defense.

The strange laughter became louder and louder, as if suddenly awakened. Mr. Haimens roared angrily, "You are guardians! Why are you here!"

The short and fat man behind the shield looked embarrassed, but an angry voice came from the vulture that swooped down quickly from the clouds. "Guardians? You white wizards even know we exist?"

As the tall man swooped down, the two huge vultures rushed toward the ship quickly and approached the bow.

Mr. Haimens and the others were shocked. Under Elvis's escort, the three official wizards retreated in confusion and got on the deck.

The two who jumped down from the vultures' backs landed smoothly at the bow. The man who had displayed the cyan shield just now roared angrily, "For so many years, we wizards who have been slandered and exiled by you have made enormous sacrifices for the High Tower, but in return, we have been sealed off for hundreds of years. Why! "

The roar echoing on the ship was full of indignation. Such a change stunned the teenagers who had fled to the middle of the ship. Raymon, with a calm face, was also analyzing the scattered information they were involved in quickly. If Raymon guessed correctly, these two were also wizards and should have belonged to the same camp as Mr. Haimens and others before.

"Ronald, don't say more," said the man who finally appeared from the clouds with a frown to his companion. "They are also hopeless people. Hurry up and get the job done!"

Ronald, pale and short, was furious upon hearing this. He pointed at Mr. Haimens and others and cursed, "Simon! These bastards enjoy everything in the sun every day, but we rats have to go through slaughter and separation. Do you want to let them go like this?"

A fierce argument broke out between Simon and Ronald. They argued unscrupulously at the bow, seemingly indifferent to the three official wizards on the deck.

The short and fat Ronald glanced at the people on the deck from time to time with a ferocious look. Although Simon looked angry, he seemed to be persuading his companion. He even made gestures almost like commands at times.

Seeing this, Elvis, who was a little restless, was quietly stopped by Mr. Haimens. Raymon, in the crowd on the deck, frowned. Under the chip's probe, a strange force field surrounded these two people, completely different from Mr. Haimens and others' protective force field. Their protective force field seemed violent and gloomy.

Time passed slowly, and the two arguing at the bow had not come to a conclusion. Calk, who had been hiding, suddenly shouted as if suddenly enlightened, "Simon? Ronald? You are the guardians stationed in the southwest. Appearing here is a serious crime. Hurry up and leave. I can guarantee I won't report this matter!

With a smug expression, as soon as Calk's words fell, Simon and Ronald turned around and pointed at him at the same time.

Two black light beams appeared simultaneously, as fast as lightning, and reached Calk in an instant. With a crisp sound, these two black light beams broke through his protective force field ruthlessly and directly hit his body.

Calk's expression froze instantly. Under their magical attacks, he was completely defeated without saying another word and fell from mid-air.

The sudden magical attacks shocked Mr. Haimens and others, who were already on high alert. Elvis, glowing brightly, immediately escorted Mr. Haimens and Lu Simarie back more than ten meters before standing still again.

Seeing Calk struggling to get up on the ground, Raymon, with a barely perceptible playful look, quickly came out of the crowd and ran to Calk, helping him sit up.

Under the chip's probe, Raymon found that Calk, who looked dejected, had his protective force field completely shattered after such a blow. His body had fallen into extreme weakness.

"As wizards of the same vein guarding the world, we don't want to kill them all!" Simon glared at Calk angrily and pointed at Mr. Haimens and others, shouting, "We'll give you a small boat. Get out of here immediately! We're taking over this ship!"

Mr. Haimens and Lu Simarie looked at each other with ashen faces. Their expressions became extremely ugly.

Ronald, who followed Simon closely, piled up a stiff smile on his face and shouted loudly at the restless teenagers, "You will be sent to the underground world for learning. There you will become real wizards and gain strong abilities growing up in slaughter!"