Reincarnation Band Magician

"Miss, they're trying to trick you!"

The young man who acted as a lackey shouted.

So the young lady, who had been relaxed at first, raised her hands to protect the demons, her eyes widening: "How dare you do such a shameless thing! I won't get out of the way until they fly away!"

The middle-aged man was helpless. "Who is cheating? ... The professionals are really the best."

Normal people cannot deceive those who have been deceived by scammers. There is a gap between professionals and amateurs.

The warrior had no intention of pretending anymore and drew his sword.

The fact that his old father could endure the demons to this extent showed that the gentleness of the south had mellowed the old man's character.

There was no possibility of taking a step back.

Why do these nobles always think that everyone is like them and can take two, three, or four steps back?

The middle-aged warrior thought for a moment and offered precise advice: "Wind magic is more suitable. Cut it off and take it back with you. It can be healed, old man."

"it is good."

The lackeys behind him didn't think something was right, "You guys want to offend—"

Faster than words, the wand burst into light, swift, crisp, and fierce.

Like a blizzard in the north.

The sharp wind blades cut through the defensive magics that other magicians subconsciously released, one layer, two layers, three layers...

The gap in strength is as huge as their understanding of the demons.

This single blow was enough to sever the eldest lady's arm and then cut the two demons in half.

The two demons finally confirmed that this person could no longer be held as a hostage, and before they died, they made one last attempt.

“Woo woo…Daddy!”

"My husband...we just want to survive..."

What a tragic cry.

As her shields were broken one after another, the eldest lady turned pale and wanted to see a little bit of pity in the eyes of the teacher who had taught her for two months.

but.

“It hurts so much, it hurts so much!”

Eh?

No, it's not the front direction, this pain is——

She was tackled to the ground by two demons.

Even the weakest demons have a huge difference in thinking speed and reaction nerves from humans.

The moment the old man raised his wand, they howled and stretched out their claws towards their prey.

One demon had his liver pulled out, and the other had his intestines pulled out.

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PS: I forgot the time, so I’ll post three chapters first.

I checked and found that the original work is in Japanese, where there are many ways to refer to oneself, but in English and German, there are only a few words used to refer to oneself. Therefore, in most works, translations such as "老衰" and "吾", as well as some idioms, are translated to suit Chinese people's habits. I will still talk about them here so that you can understand the meaning.

Thousand-year Magician: 101. Words speak louder than swords

——If, it hadn’t been stopped by a sword.

If it was just stabbed in, there was still a chance of rescue. If it was pulled out, he would die from blood loss before finding the monk.

They are all young ladies, but this one is not as good as Xiangzi.

I hope that her excessive sympathy for the opposite sex will be brought out a little this time.

A figure appeared at some point and approached, picking up the two demons like chickens.

This made them feel a sense of fear.

Whether it is humans or beasts, when the size difference is too great, they will instinctively feel a sense of panic.

But they didn't understand why the human in front of them gave them that feeling, the same feeling as those high and mighty demons.

The old wizard sensed the presence of the north and hesitantly pressed his wand. "If you also want to..."

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

Qing broke the female demon's neck.

"There are some questions, but one is enough."

The demon child's wide eyes reflected the dissipating ashes, "Mom... is gone."

"Don't worry."

Qing held his head like a handle, then slammed his lower body into the ground, making sure his bones were broken and he couldn't move.

"I'll send you down after I'm done asking questions. It'll be quick."

Everyone has something they are good at, and it is annoying to see others make overly superficial mistakes in this area.

If it's a beginner, most people can accept it, but if a fool refuses to learn and is stubborn and never changes, it will make people want to open her head and stuff the knowledge in.

After the impactful appearance, the chaotic situation became even more chaotic, and finally someone came up to rescue the young lady.

Among the people following behind was a trainee monk who made a sharp noise and began to rescue.

Nowadays, those who can learn magic have some brains. No one cares what happens afterwards. Now no one says anything. Some people work together to use magic to carry the young lady back for rescue, while others come forward and bow to apologize.

"Master, I'm very sorry about what happened today, but please understand that we are also doing this for money."

The old magician didn't care and waved his hand, "Be careful on your way back. Tell the Earl that my teaching ends here."

"Alas, goodbye."

The warrior and the old magician stayed where they were.

Qing wiped his hands, having just washed them with water. Although the demon blood on them had turned into magic power, a strange feeling still remained.

The demons have an instinct to survive, but they usually don't fear death. After confirming that there was no way out and they would have to suffer torture, the children told their story straightforwardly.

Points +60.

They are much weaker than the demons a while ago, but their points are doubled. It seems that not only have they committed many sins, but they will also cause great harm in the future.

If this kind of demon is allowed to survive, perhaps more demons will become like this. As they communicate more with humans, there may really be fools who think that the two races can coexist.

For example, the one we just carried away.

Are those who can talk the same kind?

The old magician came over and added to Qing's thoughts: "People like this are not uncommon. There are fewer demons in the south, so people like this... ahem! There are more of them."

The old man didn't care about the person who had just been injured at all, and he had a pleasant conversation with Nagasaki Kiyoshi.

They enthusiastically discussed the techniques for dealing with demons, exchanged ideas on the new rhetoric patterns that the demons had developed over the years, and finally agreed with Master Volame's core idea that "only dead demons are good demons."

We are almost friends regardless of age difference.

Fulilian and Xiangzi arrived a little later.

The warrior stroked his beard and said, "It's actually an elf! This is the first time I've seen one..."

The old man looked at Xiang again and said, "Well, it's different."

The difference between him and that little kid just now is like that between a child and an adult.

After meeting Furlian, the old magician's "old self" turned into an ordinary "me".

In front of the elves, any old man is like a naughty child.

When the communication between the age-gap group ended, the warrior came over and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

"Thank you, Brother Qing. It's still a bit troublesome to actually cut it."

The middle-aged man, who was also a warrior - at least the other party thought so - put his arm around Qing's shoulders and sighed.

The old man hung his wand at his waist, showing no sign of letting up. "With my humble face, at least I won't be treated any differently. The most I can do is not be able to see those people again."

The son sighed, "That would be terrible, wouldn't it? I was planning to bring Mom over."

They fell silent.

The current situation in the north is indeed not friendly to ordinary people.

There is no hope at all.

There was no news at all about the besieged empire, and it was unknown how long it could hold out. If it fell, the North would be finished. It was even conceivable that a one-sided massacre would be repeated, just like when the war started a thousand years ago.

When we talk about these things, we feel that the human situation is precarious and there is a dull and oppressive feeling.

After learning of Celia's existence, Qinghe Xiangzi had no worries about the survival of mankind, but Fulilian also said that the elf did not want the war to end at all and would not take the initiative to do anything.

No one knows how long the battle with the demons will last.

In the eyes of most humans, there is no hope at all. The Seven Sages, the Omniscient One, and the Demon King are all like mountains, standing tall until now.

Just like the one Qing had seen in front of the fortress, full of despair about the future.

The heroes known as brave men have been attacking the north continuously in recent years, also with the purpose of showing their strength.

But at present, all of them have fallen on deaf ears.

This topic cannot continue any further.

"I'm already at this age, and I just want to complete one thing before I go down. If I complete that, I won't feel any regrets even if I die on the battlefield."

The old magician told them the purpose of coming to the south.

They came for a relic, and because of the lack of information and manpower, they had been teaching at the young lady's house, hoping to borrow the help of the nobles.

"I don't regret my decision today. I'm on this trip to redeem my wife and I from our last regret before we finally fall asleep. However, I'm afraid she would rather die with regret than agree to my compromise.

“Those few demons are very weak. They can’t rely on force like the big demons to take down one or two fortresses. But if there are more demons like them, humans will open the city gates themselves and even kill each other—just like today.

"They have unleashed another talent of the demon race that is no less powerful than magic: deception. With a long lifespan, they will grow to the point where they can deceive anyone.

"If just a few dozen or a few hundred of these demons show up, all the battles so far will be in vain."

Language, as a weapon, can kill people much faster than a sword when it can show its sharpness.

This family of demons are the "strong ones" who wield such weapons.

Millennium Magician: 102, Half a Year

After careful consideration, Qing concluded that the situation the old magician was worried about did exist.

According to his questioning just now, it has only been less than half a year since this demon "formed a family" today, and it has already far surpassed Solitiel in terms of acting as a human.

These demons are fully qualified to say: Solitaire, you have no talent.

They recorded the emotions and behaviors of the humans they encountered, responding differently in different environments.

But it's not just programming. The demons' thinking and reasoning abilities are even better than most humans.

Judging from the answers given by the demons when they were tortured, if they continue to study like this for another six months at most, their behavior will be no different from that of a normal family.

Although, looking at the entire demon race, there are definitely only a few demons who have no power and can only fully utilize their talent for deception, but once these few grow up and their influence spreads, it is hard to say what the future will be like.

"That being said..."

The soldier's son seems to be giving up.

The old magician thought for a moment and took out a torn map from his clothes. "By the way, I wonder if you guys are interested in the ruins. If it's an elf..."

"This was left behind by the magician who built the ruins thousands of years ago. I know nothing about the history and geography of the South. I've searched for two years and found nothing. I'm afraid I won't be able to find it in my lifetime. He's an idiot, so there's no hope.

"If you are interested, I will give you this map. If you find any benefit, I hope that no matter how long in the future, you will pass by the grave of my wife and me and use this magic once."

The son was a little frustrated, "Hey, hey, old man, why do you look down on me so much?"

"Shut up! You've been studying Elvish for six months and only learned one word! Even if you find the place, I'm afraid they'll print the directions on the wall and you won't be able to read them once you get in."

"Uh……"