The morning sun has risen.


    The pale light crossed the gloomy sky.


    Photography brother only felt a burst of dry mouth. His heart hung in his throat and fell slowly.


    Even in his dream, he could not imagine that one day, when he was in a desperate situation and encountered the evil black wizard who was associated with the devil in the legend, the end would be like this.


    One Man.


    A strong and outrageous man stood there, in front of him, bathed in the blood of the enemy, like a hell killing God, killing four powerful black wizards with human weakness and arrogance.


    Take the camera off your shoulder.


    Hold the handle.


    Even though the desire to survive overshadowed everything, a fiery flame slowly began to burn in his heart.


    Previously reported in Manhattan.


    He witnessed with his own eyes how black wizards kill human beings, torture others and make fun of pain.


    Panicked citizens and disorganized troops are like helpless sad lambs. Driven by wolves, they can only flee in a sad hurry.


    Or kneel on the ground and pray for the black Wizard of wizard supremacy to let them go.


    For a moment, he thought of the possibility of human defeat.


    It was confusion and panic about the future.


    It was a great humiliation for human dignity to be trampled and stigmatized.


    But at this moment.


    As a media man with professional ethics, a mortal with unyielding courage to surpass the fear of death.


    His made a decision.


    Whether he can leave here alive or not, this battle happened in front of him and recorded by the camera, which is enough to make everyone see hope and blood boiling.


    He''s going to take it out.


    Let the people of the world know that the black wizard is not invincible in this war of genocide!


    Slavery, death, destruction... Will never belong to mankind!


    The man who is ruthless to the wizard will also lead the world to the greatest victory!


    "Miss Chloe..."


    The photographer''s voice with an Italian accent brought the witch back to reality from the unbelievability of "shaking my mother for a whole year".


    On the bridge, she thought that was the limit that Cole, or... A human can do against a wizard.


    But now.


    Two levels nineteen, one level eighteen and one level seventeen.


    A felony wanted by the wizard Council.


    So he slaughtered them all in less than a minute.


    This is also the time.


    She finally understood why the wizard Council listed that guy as one of the most famous murderers in the wizard world.


    Compared to him.


    Those powerful black wizards feared by ordinary wizards are like a British cold joke.


    Spread out his hand, shook his head gently, looked at Cole for a long time, frowned, turned and said, "what''s the matter?"


    Take a deep breath.


    "Let me go with you. This war needs a victory and a recorder of history."


    "But you didn''t return it just now..."


    "No, even if I die, my parents and my children will be proud."


    At this point, the little brother smiled, picked up the camera and said, "their son and father are not cowards."


    At this time.


    He suddenly heard a word he saw somewhere: "human beings only need a beam of light in their pursuit of hope."


    Trapped in Central Park, the headquarters of black wizards.


    He admitted that the desperate plight had deprived him of all the ideas of resistance.


    But now


    He looked at Cole standing in the pool of wizard''s blood, wiped the blood off his face with his clothes, and then lit a cigarette.


    The calm man, who was choked by darkness and evil and didn''t change his face.


    Let him regain his hope of victory in the war.


    The witch shook her head noncommittally. She didn''t understand what the guy who swayed between cowardice and courage was thinking.


    Hear their conversation.


    Cole took a cigarette in one hand, frowned and said coldly, "not afraid of death?"


    "No one is afraid of death, Cole."


    "I can''t guarantee your safety."


    "Just take out the storage card of the camera after I die. Uh... Can you give me a minute before I leave?


    I have something I want to leave to my family. "


    The witch seemed surprised and wondered, "are you married?"


    "Of course, the eldest daughter Sarah is five years old and the youngest son Diego is three years old."


    "Wow."


    As a witch who has been single for many years, Chloe suddenly understood the photographer''s position and choice.


    "What''s your name?"


    "Ricardo."


    "Italian immigrants?"


    "Yes."


    Waiting for Ricardo to leave his last words.


    Cole took out a dagger and handed it to him in case of need.


    According to the location of Calder given by the system.


    Entering the hinterland of the Queen''s tree, even ordinary people like Ricardo can detect the evil smell here.


    It''s like being stripped naked and thrown into the cold wind.


    The back is cold and the hair stands upside down.


    As for Calder


    After being drugged and dragged into the memory trap, the bald man who had fought against the black wizard all his life was hung on a lonely shelf by the black wizard, which was extremely humiliating.


    Although his eyes were open, his pupils were dilated and had no focus.


    The three men worked together to get him off the five meter high shelf.


    Nimosan lantern cannot enter the dream that has not yet formed an abnormal world.


    Therefore, professional matters should be handled by professional people.


    Chloe is not good at fighting and killing wizards, but in medicine, she is old-fashioned.


    Touch Calder''s nostrils with your fingers.


    Then sniff.


    "Burial mud and blue Narcissus cultivated by black magic... I know how to save him."


    Put one hand on Calder''s chest.


    Chloe said to Cole very seriously, "I will enter his memory and dreams later. If I am injured or show a very painful appearance, you can wake me up as soon as possible.


    Otherwise, I might be killed in his memory. After all... He''s Calder. "


    "Go."


    Photographer Ricardo uses the camera to record what happened.


    The witch breathed deeply.


    Put all his hands on Calder''s chest and slowly close his eyes.


    Time passed minute by minute.


    Not long.


    A blood mark cut by cold weapon appeared on her arm, and the blood flowed.


    The witch''s expression was gradually painful and kept breathing deeply, but she could not breathe as if she was strangled by her neck.


    See this condition.


    Ricardo quickly put the camera on the ground and ran to help Cole wake her up.


    After waking up.


    Chloe lay on the ground, blushing and coughing wildly with a thick neck.


    "Hell... He almost stabbed him with a sword... Cough... Cough!"


    Ricardo said with concern, "can it continue?"


    "Of course!"


    Cole took out the medical kit from the equipment warehouse and simply bandaged her wound.


    The stubborn witch once again entered Calder''s memory.