Noah was gone for an hour.
Kana was lying on the table holding a bottle of wine, looking listless. She had originally been kind enough to act with Noah, but was ruthlessly rejected by Noah.
The reason turned out to be that he was not used to fighting in a team.
"What? You are just a newcomer, but you dare not accept the love and care from a guild elder like me."
Muttering to herself, Kana was very worried that something might happen to Noah, because that would mean that Noah would be injured and her commission would be lost.
Even if it was a defective magic item of 998 grade, a 5% commission would be nearly 5,000 yuan…
Dolan sat down with a small ice bucket and put a piece of ice in his glass. "Kana, who is this kid named Noah? He is even more powerful than you."
"Tsk, you said last time that Erza's magic power is not inferior to mine! What happened? Two years ago, others became S-class wizards at the age of 15, and I'm still spinning in circles."
Cana felt that Doran was teasing her deliberately. Now the strength comparison between her and Erza was like one underground and one sky. The gap was so big that Cana lost the motivation to chase.
Dolan smiled helplessly, "You underestimate yourself, Kana. You have great potential, but you just haven't discovered it yet."
"I don't believe it. If you can tell the quality of someone's magic power just by looking at it, why are you still working here?"
"Because this is our family's home."
Dolan's gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and looked at the Iron Furnace Ridge shrouded in high temperature.
Kana has known Dolan for so long, but this is the first time she heard him mention the word "home". She wanted to hear him continue talking but was too embarrassed to open her mouth, so she could only drink "tons of wine".
"Lord Dolan! Something bad has happened!!"
A middle-aged man dressed as a tailor rushed into Dolan's shop and said in a panic, "Lord Dolan, we have learned that those people from the Black Magic Cult are heading for Lord Iron Dragon's lair!"
"What! Those scumbags actually dared to lay their hands on Lord Tielong's former residence!"
"Call everyone up, let's go and defeat them!"
At this moment, Dolan's angry posture was like a lion, and his fiery magic power was surging. Kana seemed to meet this majestic old man for the first time.
This old man is actually a master!
Who is he?!
Following Dolan's order, a deep horn sounded in the market. Almost all the magic blacksmiths stopped their work, walked out of their shops and gathered at Dolan's shop.
The visitors to the market looked at this scene in confusion. What happened?
However, it's not just the mage blacksmiths who go to Dolan's shop.
The captain of the sergeant in standard armor found Dolan with a serious look and said, "Chief Dolan, have you also received the news? The black magic branch was deliberately exposed to divert our attention."
"There are two black magic priests leading their sect's elite members to the depths of Iron Furnace Ridge."
Dolan, who was about to give orders to his tribesmen, suddenly changed his expression, "Dark Magic Priest! Damn it!"
"Old Dolan, you really killed me!"
Kana pushed away Dolan and the sergeant who were blocking the door and rushed to find Noah.
The two black magic priests were actually two S-class wizards. Their methods were extremely cruel, and any newcomer to the guild who fell into their hands would be in great danger.
Kana felt extremely guilty. If anything really happened to Noah, she would never be able to forgive herself.
However, before the card could run two steps, a deafening roar spread from the depths of Iron Furnace Ridge.
It seemed like the roar of a dragon, but also like the roar of machinery.
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A valley deep in Tieluling.
This valley is very large, with the terrain slightly lower, as if it had been there for a long time by some gigantic creature. It is surrounded by mountains, with endless minerals exposed on the surface.
A team of about twenty soldiers in black and white armor marched in unison until they stopped at the end of the valley.
There are two leaders in the team, the burly man with "Matcha" written on his forehead, and the blond handsome man Jerome wearing this long sword.
"Found the lair of the Iron Dragon Medalikana."
The wealthy man bowed deeply toward the stone wall of the valley, with the standard 90-degree posture.
Jerome had long been accustomed to his colleagues' strange behavior. After all, who in their right mind would join a black magic cult?
Ordering his men to wait where they were, Jerome drew his sword and injected magic power into it. The blade of the sword was instantly covered in dark magic power, emitting an ominous aura.
Several sharp sword lights fell on the stone walls of the valley.
With a creaking sound, the stone wall was corroded by the black magic almost instantly, and a huge cave appeared before their eyes.
"There is almost no defense. Has it been worn away by time? Or is that iron dragon too weak?"
Jerome was somewhat disdainful. His "Dark Sword" was a black magic that could corrode everything. If it weren't for the bishop's order, he would not have come to explore the dragon's lair 400 years ago.
Jerome believes that strength is everything. In his opinion, the extinction of the dragon race proves that this race is not as powerful as the legend says.
Haomen seemed very interested, "Iron Dragon who is friendly to humans, since you are so sympathetic to humans, you should not mind if we take your things, right?"
"Hehe, I forgot. Tielong should have been dead for 400 years. He can't hear me~"
Jerome did not fight back the rich man's cold joke. He just turned his back to his men and made a gesture, indicating that they should go into the cave to explore the way. In the eyes of this priest, the so-called elite of the cult were nothing more than powerful cannon fodder. If they died, they died.
However, a minute passed and there was no sign of any action taken by his men.
"Didn't you hear my orders, you bunch of bastards?"
Jerome turned around angrily, but was shocked by the strange scene he saw.
Among the team of eighteen people, seventeen fell to the ground unconscious, and only one was left standing quietly.
"Hey! What happened? Answer me!"
Jerome never remembers the names of those who are weaker than him, but only gives arrogant orders.
However, the man remained motionless.
Jerome realized that he could no longer answer himself, and he took care of all their men silently. It seemed that the person who came was a master.
Before Jerome drew his sword, Haomen cast a spell first. A big axe appeared out of thin air and was thrown out by him in an instant.
The powerful flying axe brutally cut the man in half, and his intestines flowed all over the ground, making it very bloody.
I thought there would be someone hiding behind that subordinate, but unexpectedly there was no one.
Just as Haomen went to check, a figure appeared behind Jerome like a ghost and held down his right hand as he was about to draw his sword.
"All your magic is on this sword. What will you do if you can't even pull the sword out?"