The girl was about his age.
She had pink hair and wore a military uniform. She was heroic.
Her eyes were as bright as fire.
Although her face was a little muddy, it was not as delicate as her face.
What Andrew noticed more was that her face looked familiar.
"The rebel army?" When Newton picked up the knife, a fighting spirit appeared on his face. "Well, I haven't had enough.
If these bastards want to die, I'll fulfill their wish."
"Don't court death." Joe also followed up and stood beside Andrew. "The rebel army doesn't have a regular magic education, which makes their mage weak.
However, through strict discipline and training, they could make the same number of people release the same magic, to add up the power of magic.
This tacit understanding could even break the rule of magic power, making the whole army look like there was only one person.
The power of the ten 300 magic power resistance troops could reach 1500 magic power mage.