Chapter 909 The Battle Is over, What Reward Do You Want?

Grete was not nervous when the shadow came down.

The wind, the biting mountain wind, the wind blowing through the treetops, had already told him:

Something, something extremely large and powerful, flew over at extremely fast speeds from behind him, from where the salty wind blew.

Who else could it be?

Grete even had time to tidy up her appearance.

Well, your hair shouldn't be too messy. The grass blades on your front are quickly brushed off. Are your knees and trouser legs stained with dust? Let’s do some quick cleaning...

Of course, various defensive spells cannot be forgotten. [High Mage Armor], put it on, [Remote Protection], put it on, [Force Field Barrier], get ready...

If not for anything else, just because what if Cerela crushes him when she rushes down?

Even if it doesn't crush him, the flowers, plants, and surrounding trees, and then fall down and hit him, he will still be miserable!

The wind was heavy. Grete's hair, clothes, and the surrounding leaves were all swaying wildly. The dust and pebbles thrown up by the horse's hooves were directly picked up by the strong wind, and even flew in front of the horse.

"Gretel!"

Above the head, crisp, bright shouts fell happily. Gretel raised his head in response. In his field of vision, a huge shadow swooped down and disappeared in a flash.

"I'm here!"

Fluttering and swaying, the silver dragon turned into a girl at the last moment, using the feather falling technique to offset the dive speed, and gently tapped the phantom colt's back with its toes.

Gretel rolled her eyes at an angle she couldn't see.

"Serila...don't rush so fiercely next time...what if you don't have time to change back..."

"Hehe... I saw you brushed your armor!" The silver dragon girl said confidently:

"The high mage's armor prevents pressure and long-range projectiles. That ink pen of yours, Gretel, at least has a force field barrier, right? It must be fine!"

"cough……"

An unbearable cough sounded from above. Gretel suddenly turned around, quickly reined in the Phantom Horse, and bowed his head respectfully. I was a little confused at the moment and didn't know whether to cancel the mount:

"teacher……"

The teacher, senior brother and senior sister were floating in the sky together, looking at him.

The Lord of Thunder was expressionless, Senior Brother Byerbo's face was a little dark, and as for Senior Sister, she was winking at him desperately from an angle that Senior Brother could not see...

Senior sister, what do you want to say?

Without telepathy, I can’t get it!

Grete quickly turned his brain, but finally did not cancel the Phantom Pony, lest the teacher scold him for wasting magic again. He jumped off the horse, raised his face, respectfully, and said hello warmly:

"Teacher! Senior brothers and sisters! You are all here!"

"Can we not come?" Archmage Baierbo's face was still very ugly, and his bald head was covered with a layer of blackness in the sun:

"You've sent Cerela out, can't we come quickly?"

"Well……"

Gretel shrunk his neck and glanced at Cerela secretly. The silver dragon girl held her head high and her face looked as proud as possible. Grete sighed slightly:

"Cerela, are you okay? Are you not in danger?"

"Of course I'm fine!" The silver dragon girl raised her chin as hard as she could. The next moment, the Lord of Thunder spoke softly:

"She charged into the storm and rescued more than one mage in danger. Brave girl."

"That's~~~hum hum..."

Serira raised her head even higher. The Lord of Thunder continued:

"But it's a bit reckless to let her leave your side, Gretel. I saw that you moved your position and a fight broke out?"

Gretel breathed a secret sigh of relief. He quickly reported:

"That's right, the movement of Cerela flying out was too obvious. I felt that I couldn't stay where I was, so I walked all the way inland..."

The Lord of Thunder listened silently. He returned to his expressionless look, but when Grete talked about the location of the first battle, he flicked out a huge blanket:

Grete climbed up very wisely. The flying carpet floated over the forest tops, carrying a group of five people, flying silently back and forth, pointing accurately to the location where the first battle took place.

"Teacher...have you been watching from the sky?"

Grete asked politely. The Lord of Thunder stared forward, motionless, as if he had not heard. But Senior Brother Baierbo replied a little impatiently:

"A blind man can't see such a big movement! Use your brain!"

Well……

Grete winced again. Diagonally opposite, the senior sister smiled gently:

"Little Gretel, don't blame your senior brother. When we saw the explosion, our hearts were lifted. Cerela flapped her wings desperately - next time, your own safety is the most important thing, do you hear me?"

Senior sister, when you say these words, please don’t smile so sinisterly...

Grete shuddered secretly. In order not to worry his teachers and senior brothers and sisters, he stiffened his neck and argued hard:

"I won! One against two, one was a level 12 swordsman and the other was a magician. I don't know what level he was, but he shouldn't be much lower than him... I killed both of them! No matter how strong he was, It shouldn’t slip through casually, right?”

"Tell me."

The Lord of Thunder suddenly interrupted.

Gretel quickly turned around and reported the battle. The Lord of Thunder listened silently, with no change in his expression, eyes, or breathing rhythm. But during his reporting process, he would make a faint comment from time to time:

"The combat ideas are too rigid."

"The beating was too cautious... Standing there, huddled in a turtle shell and being beaten is a joke."

"Improper combination of defensive magic... Never lose your sense of the outside world at any time."

"You should at least throw debuff spells at the enemy... Spider Web? Grease? Ice Wind? Can't think of any?"

"Why don't you use teleportation to distance yourself? Keep moving, changing directions, and pulling away, that's how a mage should play!"

One sentence after another, Grete was shaved into pieces. After listening to all the battle proceedings, the flying carpet had floated over the battlefield and was patrolling low. The two senior brothers and sisters cast spells at will, collected all the enemy's remaining objects, and placed them in front of the teacher.

The Lord of Thunder looked at them one by one, even the light golden arm bone presented by Gretel, and his expression became slightly brighter:

"It's not too bad. If you practice more in the future, if you make one more of these mistakes, a real master with a lower level than you will kill you!"

Gretel Weiwei. The Lord of Thunder looked him up and down and finally relaxed and said:

"This war is finally over. You contributed a lot, including the final legendary battle, and your ideas were used in several small places. In the past few days, think carefully about what rewards you need to help you Let’s advance to level 9 mage.”

Gretel let out a long sigh of relief. Just after relaxing, he immediately looked weird:

"teacher……"

"Um?"

"I think I'm going to advance now..."

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