Last resort

In the woods, the magicians who were unconscious because of the spiritual thorns were lying on the ground.

The ghostly shadow appeared silently.

The figure walked among the unconscious magicians and muttered: "There is a great wizard of the magister level in the capital..."

He scratched his head and wondered: "This voice is a bit familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of where this familiarity came from, and finally shook his head and said, "If it's a great wizard, she shouldn't be in any danger..."

"Never mind, she'll be fine." He murmured to himself, squatted down, and began to **** on a magician's body.

Soon, there were mutterings and complaints in the forest.

"Great magician, he only has ten gold coins on his body, poor ghost..."

"If you go out without money, you should still be a senior magician..."

"This necklace looks good, it should be worth a lot of money..."