In the magic world of sword and magic, opportunities and dangers coexisted.
Countless travelers traveled here, and most of them died at the beginning of the journey.
Allen knew the danger and activated the corpse touching system. With the greatest care, he swore to be the only surviving traveler.
"Ding Dong, the system has detected corpses. Host, shall we start to collect corpse data?" 
"Collection!"
"Ding Dong, the data has been collected successfully."
"Congratulations, host. You have got the Intermediate Mage of talent."
To protect his own life, he gradually climbed to the top peak!
Allen: "About the reborn magic world, the story of how I screwed up so bad..."

Travel Through the Time: Start with the Duplicate Talent

Before Fadil could say anything, another mouthful of blood vomited out. He almost lost his balance and forcefully inserted the sword in his hand into the ground before he fell down.


Noah's mages stood in a row. From two sides to the middle, each person's hand turned into a yellow-white fireball, and then passed it to the person in the middle.


When fireball and fireball met, they didn't explode. Instead, they became bigger. When there was only the last fireball left, it had become as big as the gas can. It needed three people to control it.


The whole casting process would take about five seconds. If Fadil was still in a normal state, they wouldn't have had the chance to complete the array.


"Go!" Fireball sped up in the air and flew out. The power of this move was close to the effect of a level-7 mage.


Chapter 312 A Lamb to Be Slaughtered