Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 185: 102. Reveal the Trump Card_3

“Hiss, that’s not right. After using the Bone-mending Wand, he might need to rest before leaving…

“Perhaps he’s in a weakened state now? I can take advantage of this opportunity and get a final blow to him?”

Noland Lee hesitated for a moment, his heart both excited and cautious.

He calmed his mind and stepped into the staircase leading to the exit.

The faint sound of the wind seemed to swirl around his ears.

The poisonous fog in the staircase was stirred up by the wind blowing in from the exit, creating ripples.

Noland Lee’s heart moved, and his eyes sparkled.

“Finally, I’m going to escape from the Suffering Borderland…

“I’ll never come back to this ghostly place in the Tatis Empire unless I have to fulfill the Original Master’s last wish!

‘What’s the point of staying in a place where you can’t see the sun and the moon all day?

“Eh… I wonder what the starry skies and the sun in this world look like? Are they the same as the world before I crossed? If they are, does it mean that I didn’t cross and just came to a different point in the past or future of the original world?

“…I’m not sure, I’ll find out when I get to the ground.”

anticipation, crossed the threshold of the stairway entrance and moved toward the

the cliff on the north side of the mountain range. A circular hall adorned with a fountain sculpture appeared at the end of the

behind the sculpture, there were a row of doorways through which starlight and

heart stirred, slightly quickening his pace while paying attention

the circular hall,

finally waited for you… *cough cough*… Noland

Wild Wizard who’s only a First Rank Wizard at most,

me, and then I’ll

stared intently at the stooped

hunched and unable to straighten up; he had to tilt his head back to

his face – old, withered, the skin like dead bark clinging to his face – showed no trace of the tall and thin figure he

impact on you, Greenshaw. Weren’t you able to fly? Why not just fly

followed Noland Lee’s

his right hand, directing a black

several “Magic Shields” in succession, barely blocking the attack, and retreating several steps in the explosion

hour ago, his black lightning

was able to use

with anticipation, for he truly had a chance to snatch

his Magic Lightning, Greenshaw hesitated for

us, brat. You’re not qualified to negotiate with me. Give me your backpack now. If I weren’t afraid of

blasted you to pieces

maintaining the levelling posture

the wand Greenshaw was using was his own,

inspection, Noland detected a long, thin shadow bulging out of Greenshaw’s clothes;

into a vast, filthy swamp when his gaze touched the Bone-mending Wand;