The two mages in the attic knew that the city was doomed.
They must be prepared in advance and run away as soon as possible.
Compared with ordinary people, these two top-rank mages were more life-saving.
They had made great efforts to reach this point.
They didn't want to die here because of a battle.
"The situation is over. Retreat quickly!"
The two of them hit it off, threw away all the magic equipment, and jumped out of the building.
Under the guidance of the magic cloak, the two of them flew in the air as light as the swallows.
Only in this way could they be safer to keep up with the troop's retreating steps.
Just as the two of them were complacent, a huge figure covered their heads.
The two mages looked up at the same time, and Flame had already opened its mouth.
The pure masculine dragon breath gushed out, and no matter how the black barrier attached to it, it was irresistible.