Chapter 138
On the other side.
The trio returned to Earth.
As soon as the portal closed, the curious mages immediately surrounded it.
Before Leon began to explain.
Mordo exclaimed with his head in his hands.
"My Vishanti! Leon, I never thought you would be so strong that you could have the upper hand in the battle with Odin!"
He was amazed at first, and then collapsed.
"But isn't the agreement you made with Odin too impulsive!?"
"Asgard is full of gods, they are strong and can use magic. It is difficult for us mages to see a chance of winning in an away game!"
Modu is always so serious. He is still in shock and sweating, but he has already considered the battle after April.
It can be seen that he wants to win.
"Do you think you can't win?" Leon asked with his head tilted.
"It's very difficult!" Mordo nodded.
Leon raised his right fist and used an energy whip with his left hand: "This, plus this, do you think you can win?"
"This... can win, but that's you winning, and you're not on the field." Mordo hesitated.
"You mean other mages can't win?"
"Yes! It's hard for us to beat those gods!"
Lyon nodded: "I said we can't win either."
"Then why did you make that agreement? The contract has been signed. If we go there, won't it be doomed to be embarrassed?" Mordo was anxious.
The other mages were confused and came forward to ask.
Mordo's tense nerves had just relaxed, and he couldn't stop talking, so he explained to the mages with his hands and feet.
A few minutes later.
The mages understood what happened. They were excited when they heard that Leon forced Odin to surrender, but they quickly became entangled when they heard that the two sides had a battle.
"Venerable Leon, maybe you don't know much about our strength."
"Although we are good at dealing with dimensional creatures, we may not have an advantage when fighting against those gods who have divine power and magic."
Archmage Hamil tactfully reminded Leon that he couldn't win, he really couldn't win.
The other mages talked about it, and most of them were comparing their own combat power.
For mages like Kamar-Taj.
Because their main responsibility is to guard the Earth dimension.
So most of them lack efficient offensive means, and even their main magic is defensive.
It's okay to let them fight together in a battle.
But in a one-on-one personal battle, if the opponent is a hexagonal warrior, it would be a bit stretched.
Lyon shook his head at this time.
He pointed his finger and used projection magic to project a magic image in the air.
In the image, there is a golden red steel armor flying into the sky.
There is also a big green monster roaring on the top of the mountain.
There is also a scene of ten magic rings tearing the sea surface.
"Do you think these people have a chance of winning against Asgard?" Lyon asked.
"Yes, but they are not mages?" Wang scratched his head.
"You don't think they are mages?"
"No!"
"But I say they are mages, and they are mages taught by Kamar-Taj! The kind that have been taught since childhood!"
Lyon said, "It's just that they are a little biased in their studies."
"But mages these days are tolerant."
"Who can say that someone who points out a lighting spell and then goes up to kill a dragon with a knife is not a mage?"
"Who can say that the person wearing the iron armor is not secretly casting a spell inside?"
Lyon's words stunned the mages.
"You, are you going to let Iron Man and the green guy as foreign aid?" The corner of the mouth of the mage Daniel twitched.
Many mages present were also hesitant.
Although losing to Asgard would bring shame to Kamar-Taj.
But directly asking for foreign aid, this kind of practice that cannot afford to lose, is also unacceptable to these mages with a sense of justice.
Leon smiled: "If you think the foreign players are not good enough, then come and train well!"
"I will specially let Wang and Mordo learn some magic suitable for combat, and then teach you."
"Four months later, if you can beat or tie with the foreign players, you will play!"
"If you lose, don't feel psychologically burdened."
"I will also teach magic to the two people in the picture you just saw, and then they can be considered as members of Kamar-Taj."
The mages felt much better after hearing this explanation.
They all ignited their enthusiasm: "Venerable Leon, what magic are you going to teach us?"
Leon smiled mysteriously: "Of
You will know it later!"
"Let's not talk about this now! Don't forget, our dinner is not over yet!"
Lyon said, and took out a giant octopus more than ten meters long from the world inside his body.
"Come and take a look at this deep-sea octopus! It's guaranteed to be delicious!"
He skillfully made a fire and set up a barbecue grill: "Tonight is not only the night to mourn the departure of the Ancient One from us, but also the night when I will serve as the Supreme Sorcerer, and it is also the night when you are determined to defeat Asgard!"
"Tonight is also our last carnival. After tonight, the dimensional demons and hell lords who spy on the earth will know the news of the death of the Ancient One!"
"That's when our real battle begins!"
"Is there anyone willing to sing an exciting song now to commemorate this unforgettable night? When the barbecue is ready, give him the first one to eat!"
The mages were excited by what Leon said, and their eyes lit up again when they heard the barbecue.
"I'll do it! "
Master Hamil, who was wearing a simple Taoist robe, stood up first and sang a song called "Pure Sutra" in the middle of the martial arts training ground.
The faint chanting sound not only made a few people dressed as Taoists shake their heads, but also almost made others transcend.
"Go away, you need to be inspiring, what are you singing!"
Old Wang, who is well-read, is still reliable. He pushed Master Hamil aside and sang a Chinese song "Ambition in My Heart".
But the song was too old, and a young man among the mages immediately went up and kicked Old Wang away.
"What kind of old songs are these? Let me take your turn! "I believe I can fly!"
The dinner lasted three hours.
When the mages finally left, they all had full stomachs, satisfied smiles on their faces, and even hummed tunes with reluctance.
After the last mage left through the portal.
Leon asked Mordo and Wang to use the Wind of Tuwam to clean up the martial arts training ground.
He looked at the two people working hard.
He thought that this funeral of Ancient One should be a happy funeral like this.
After all, even she herself was happy and impatient when she died, so why should others be sad.
It would be better to have a disco on her grave, just as a retirement farewell ceremony for her.
Just as Leon was about to leave, he was stopped by Wang and Mordo who had finished cleaning.
"What are you doing? "Leon asked in surprise.
"Well... that, I want to ask... what you just said is..." Mordo put his hands behind his back and looked vague, hesitating.
"We want to ask when you will teach us new magic!" Wang interrupted decisively.
"Magic?" Leon looked at Mordo strangely.
He thought Mordo was going to confess his love and almost kicked him out.
The shy attitude was probably because he was embarrassed to ask him, who had only learned magic for a month.
What a conservative remnant of the old times.
Leon couldn't help but complain in his heart.
