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I'll make it clear in advance that if it's a duel between the two of us, I won't agree to it."
"You are worthy of dueling with me." Potter gave him a contemptuous look.
Hagrid remained silent.
Potter looked towards the forest where the howling of wolves was becoming more and more frequent. "A tide of monsters. Only when a leader is born will the monsters gather together."
Smiling, he raised his hand and pointed at Avril and Zhang Mu: "How about betting that my two students can repel the monster tide?"
Hagrid sensed the mental fluctuations of the two people and became even more confused.
The leader of the Warcraft Tide is at least level three, and his equivalent is a junior magician who is one level higher than a magic apprentice or trainee magician.
Two of Potter's students, the heretic is a magic apprentice and the other is an apprentice magician.
Even if two people attacked together, they were no match for a third-order leader-level monster. What’s more, the leaders in the forest might be higher than third order, plus there were huge numbers of monsters.
Where does he get the courage to gamble with his own life?
Is there a hidden means?
With a look of suspicion in his eyes, Hagrid sensed them carefully again and confirmed that the two were a magic apprentice and an apprentice magician, and that they had no magic on them.
Of course, it is also possible that Potter's magical skills are so superb that he cannot sense it himself.
Although he couldn't figure out the other party's background, Hagrid still wanted to agree.
He was able to kill the number one magician of the Kingdom of Lake without sacrificing a high-ranking bishop or using the Word of Truth. This huge achievement was enough for him to secure a promotion.
After thinking for a long time, Hagrid looked at Potter: "I don't know if they carry any props with high-level magic."
"You brought the magic detection crystal, right?"
Magic Detection Crystal——Can detect magic fluctuations above the primary level.
Understanding what he meant, Hagrid pulled out a crystal ball from his white robe and used his mental power to control it to circle around the two of them.
No light was emitted.
The corners of Hagrid's mouth rose slowly. "Mr. Potter would rather sacrifice his own life than fight for a way out for his students. Hagrid admires it very much."
"I agreed, but I have to set a deadline. Otherwise, if they stay in there for a hundred years, do I have to wait for them too?"
Fearing that he would step into a textual trap, Hagrid added conditions that he thought were appropriate.
Potter shook his head speechlessly. He was a cunning guy who thought that everyone else was the same as him: "Three days."
"Okay!" Hagrid agreed immediately, as if he was worried that he would go back on his word.
Here, Zhang Mu frowned and raised his foot to stop the two from making the bet. He did not deny that his panel had unlimited potential, but growth took time.
The current strength is still far from being able to "travel across the continent".
If it was just a level three monster, he could use the resurrection function to kill it.
But this is a tide of monsters. The reason why it is called a tide is because the terrifying number of people gathered together can act like a raging river.
In three days, it is questionable whether one can break through the protection of the monsters and meet the leader.
However, as soon as he raised his foot, Avril grabbed his wrist.
Looking sideways, she shook her head slightly, then looked at Potter, also using her eyes to stop his behavior.
Seeing this, he had no choice but to stand still.
Hagrid paid no attention to their little tricks and ordered his fanatics to surround the townspeople again and drive the mayor in as well.
The bet cannot be revealed. Potter, the townsman who is trying to silence us now, will definitely try to stop us. Humph, wait until he commits suicide before taking any action.
Hagrid was confident about the outcome of the bet between the two parties.
The combination of a magic apprentice and an apprentice magician does not carry any items that can enhance high-level magic. The enemy is a minimum of three-level Warcraft bosses and a terrifying number of Warcraft waves.
He couldn't think of any reason why he would lose.
The matter had been settled, and Zhang Mu was not the type to waste time, so he headed straight for the Zhenbei Forest where the monsters gathered.
Avril and Porter looked at each other, nodded slightly, and turned to follow.
Porter stared at the two people's backs which were submerged in the thick night. If he really failed, Avril, leave a fire for me and take him away, escape to a far away place.
In the future, he will lead the Kingdom of Lake on a different path, one that has more hope of success than my path.
Some of the townspeople who saw and heard everything that happened were shaking more violently.
"That's a monster tide. Two people, even if they are magicians... it's impossible..."
The younger townspeople were still confused as they had never experienced the Warcraft wave.
As for the older townspeople, they still remember vividly the disaster that occurred when a wave of monsters attacked Kas Town thirty years ago.
On that occasion, more than a dozen white-haired and bearded magicians died in the ferocious mouth of the monster.
To the uninformed citizens of Cass Town, age meant more experience and more powerful magical skills.
Look, the wheat seedlings take time to grow tall and then to produce ears.
I think it must be the same for magicians. The longer they live, the more magical knowledge they acquire, and the more powerful their magic becomes.
They have hardly ever talked to magicians face to face, and they don't know that truly capable magicians would be too lazy to take on low-paying, time-consuming and rubbish tasks like "fighting off a tide of low-level monsters."
Those who are willing to take the job are all mediocre magicians who have been doing nothing for decades and have not even become old men and yet have failed to break through to become high-level magicians.
Therefore, the elderly townspeople are desperate.
What kind of magic could two young men who looked to be about twenty years old know?
If we change it to wheat, how can a wheat seedling that has just been planted produce ears of wheat?
Next to the mayor, a trembling townsman whimpered, "Mr. Mayor, I'm old now. It doesn't matter if I die in the monster tide."
He slowly turned his head left and right, glancing at the young townspeople around him: "Can you please ask the bishop to let those two young men come back?
They look only 20 years old, the same age as my granddaughter, still children.”
As he said that, he couldn't help himself and squeezed out of the crowd of townspeople, trying to get to Hagrid, but was kicked back by the fanatic.
He was helped up by a nearby town resident. He took a deep breath, pushed away the hand that was holding him up, and knelt on the spot.
"Your Excellency, my Lord, can you please let the children go?
I am willing to give my all, sir. "
He knelt down, took a piece of black bread from the pocket of his linen coat and handed it to the fanatic.
"Go back!" The fanatic kicked the black bread away and shouted while drawing his sword, "Go forward and I will judge you!"
"Bang--" Potter, who was not far away, slammed his staff lightly on the ground. The fanatic with his sword half drawn did not see any magic blasting him, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The act of attacking the believers should be punished, but Hagrid just glanced at him and said, "Give him a bottle of healing potion and help him to rest."
Being powerful always brings privileges, and as a cannon fodder fanatic who wants as much as he wants, there is no need to argue with Potter.
"Mr. Mayor." The old man picked up the black bread, wiped the dust off with his sleeve and put it in his arms, then walked to the mayor and said, "We..."
"Don't be afraid." Patting his withered hand, the mayor looked in the direction where the two figures disappeared, "Trust Mr. Zhang Mu."
"Mr. Zhang Mu can do it!" Leah, who was a few meters away, twitched her cat ears in her gray robe, clenched her little fists, and agreed with the mayor in a low voice.
Chapter 42: What’s the matter with this woman being pretty?
The forest was shrouded in darkness, without a single ray of light.
Fortunately, Zhang Mu and Avril are magicians. With the help of the tiny bit of moonlight shining through the gaps between the leaves and branches, they are even able to see the texture of the grass leaves.
The two walked into the forest.
Zhang Mu relied on the vivid memories of searching for Warcraft during the day.
I took Avril along the "road" with a relatively flat ground and slightly sparse bushes, passed the clear spring where I washed my face, and came to the edge of the area where Warcraft was active.
Compared to the quietness in the morning, now you can clearly hear the howling of wolves in the depths.
Looking at Avril, Zhang Mu asked, "What has Teacher Porter prepared for us?"
"Why would you know that?"
"I'm not stupid."
Avril glanced at him, reached into the wide sleeves of her robe, and pulled out something that looked somewhat like a circular compass.
"what is this?"
Staring with curiosity, Zhang Mu guessed its effect in his heart.
Before entering the forest, he thought that Potter should know that Avril brought magical props that could help.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to confidently make a bet with Hagrid.
But he didn't guess what the item was that could unleash earth-shattering magic.
Common knowledge from Avril’s classroom: high-quality robes have a “space storage” function.
It was common sense that the robe could store things. As the bishop of a big city, Hagrid must have known that, but he didn't say much and directly used the crystal to circle around the two of them.
This shows that "space storage" cannot block the search for crystals.
Therefore, hiding powerful magic items in robes is not feasible.
Then Zhang Mu could only guess that this was a low-level item that could have a great effect, low enough to avoid detection by the crystal.
As he expected, Avril held the "compass" in her fair hands and explained with a smile:
"When the teacher was young, he explored mazes everywhere. This is a low-level magic prop he accidentally obtained at that time.
It can detect the location of monsters within a certain range."
"Any level of Warcraft will do?"
"How is it possible? The effect is so strong, it can't be just a low-level item."
"The upper limit is a second-level monster. It's useless for the teacher to have it. I rarely use it, but I like it very much, so I'm going to come over."
Pinching his chin, Zhang Mu seemed to be thinking about something.
When the monster tide stays in one place, the leader usually stays in the center, and the members of the tribe move to the outside at a certain distance, surrounding the leader in a circle.