Wang Mo was walking on the road, wearing a cloak and lowering his head. In order to prevent the fallen stars and desperate spies around him from discovering him, he used magic tricks to dye the black cloak gray and dressed up as a gray-robed wizard.

On the way to the mage area to meet with Yan Jin, Wang Mo opened the friend list and connected the voice to the left of Heaven.

"President of Heaven, I am a magic melody." Wang Mo said softly, his voice quite indifferent. Even now, the feeling of depression and anger in his chest still did not disappear.

Heaven quickly reacted to the left and answered the voice: "Brother Melody, I can finally contact you. You know everything about the forum, right? What are you planning to do?"

"What if they don't do it. Since they are going to seek death, just stay with them." Wang Mo said.

"Uh... no, brother melody, I know you did a beautiful battle in the Fairy Forest, but you have to know that this time they gathered hundreds of people in the desolate place for you. If you were to be careful of our Cross Rose, it would be impossible for tens of thousands of people. Why do you do this..." Heaven Xiangzuo was obviously choked by Wang Mo's answer, and paused before answering.

"Nothing is important. If President Heaven can trust me, do me a favor." Wang Mo interrupted him without waiting for him to finish speaking, "President Heaven, faith is someone from your guild. I don't think you will ignore it. He and that Aragon are my friends. I'm going to make a reservation for this trip today!"

"That's certain." Heaven's tone to the left firmly became firm, "Don't say that faith is our first priest, even if he is an ordinary member, we, the Cross Rose, will not allow him to be killed back to level 0 by the Falling Stars and the Hand of Despair. Even if the opponent is two major guilds, we, the Cross Rose, will have to trek into this muddy water!"

"Okay, if President Paradise really wants to win this battle completely, in addition to the necessary personnel arrangements, please do me a favor." Wang Mo paused and said.

"Brother Melody...you really, okay, I originally wanted to take the opportunity to pull you into our guild, but it seems that you are confident. Tell me, as long as you rescue our Cross Rose and your friend, I can do anything with you!" Heaven sighed to the left, and then said firmly.

"Send a few people to the temple of the city closest to the desolate land, blocking the temple door there, sending them photos of the masters and seniors in the fallen stars, and kill them directly when their temple is resurrected." Wang Mo said simply.

"So awesome, it seems that you are confident enough to kill them?" Tiantang shook Zuo. Since Wang Mo performed the magic feast of killing in front of him last time, he had almost a kind of blind confidence in this mage. He felt as if Wang Mo could do anything. As long as he said he could do it, the sharp magic would wipe out all the thorns for him.

"As long as you do this, you can let the other personnel be arranged, you Cross Rose be the leader." Wang Mo said, "I have to make some preparations and die first, President of Heaven."

Heaven nodded to the left, Wang Mo hung up and looked up and the magic zone appeared in front of him.

Yan Jin leaned against the corner, but this time he no longer covered his cover and his hood had been lifted open. He saw Wang Mo coming from afar. From Wang Mo's staff, he recognized that he was his teammate.

Yan Jin was excited and stood up straight, looking at Wang Mo in gray robe, and Wang Mo was also looking at him.

Although I have seen Yan Jin's shadow in videos many times in my previous life, it is the first time I have directly observed Yan Jin himself in this life. When I first saw Yan Jin, this fire method was wearing a wide hood and could not see clearly.

Yan Jin is not a handsome man, but his facial features are quite neat, but they only add a sense of ruthlessness to each other. His fair skin and ordinary facial features are the only thing that is not normal is his eyes. His eyes are the hottest flame-like fiery red, like crystal, and it looks like it is burning in his eye sockets.

Without the cover of the hood, the flame-like hair of Yanchen swayed in the wind, like a swaying flame!

A man like a flame, a god-level master on the seventh in the Heavenly List, a inheritor of the flame sage, and the King of Flame Yan Jin!

"Your hair and eyes are too conspicuous." Wang Mo walked forward and said casually. "Forget it, come with me and take you to a place."

"Hehe, I like this. I'm used to it. If we go there today, wouldn't we just be arrogant?" Yan Jin touched his hair, not minding the surprised gazes around him. He grinned and showed his neat teeth. He smiled and followed Wang Mo and walked into the mage area.

"If possible, I really don't want such arrogance." Wang Mo shook his head with a wry smile, "A fierce battle is waiting for us. This time we must perform above the level to ensure success."

"You are more powerful. Since you can beat them a team last time, there should be no problem this time. Listen to you. When I need to take action, I will use the Flame Explosion Technique to blow them all away in one sentence." Yan Jin clenched his fist fiercely, his pair of fiery red eyes shining brightly, revealing an unyielding fighting spirit.

"You are too violent, this matter cannot be solved by simply violence." Wang Mo shook his head and stopped talking.

"We are both afraid that what they do, so don't tell me that you don't have any skills at all. Last time, the arcane storm of the Fairy Forest, many people have seen it, so don't hide it." Yan Jin smiled and touched Wang Mo and said.

Wang Mo didn't say anything, but just continued walking forward.

If Xing Fei or Death is almost crazy when hearing Yan Jin this, I wonder what they will feel...

Wang Mo took Yan Jin to walk in the magic area. Both of them consciously avoided the trap on the ground. Soon, Wang Mo came to Slakana's hut again, stretched out his staff and knocked on the door gently.

The door creaked and opened automatically, and Slakana's gentle voice came from the room: "Come in, young man."

Wang Mo used a magic trick to clean up the dust from himself and Yan Jin's boots, and then took Yan Jin into the hut. There was no change from the last time he came. Slakana was still sitting in her seat holding a book and watching.

"Senior, I'm here to borrow something from you this time." Wang Mo walked into the hut and said bluntly.

"Oh?" Slakana raised her head and took off her eyes, "What?"

"Things that can prove his identity." Wang Mo took a few steps to the side, exposing Yan Jin behind him to Slakana's sight. Yan Jin looked slightly stunned, obviously not understanding what he was going to do.

The things that Wang Mo wanted to borrow from Slakana were of great use. He was sure that Yan Jin could get it, but he was not sure. Although they were all inheritors, Yan Jin had already begun to accept the power of the wise man of the flames, but his inheritance mission had not yet been serrated, so maybe he could not get this thing.

The reason why Wang Mo was sure was because there was a precedent in this matter. The three sage inheritors in his previous life all obtained this item from Slakana. Of course, what he was not sure about was whether he, the "inheritor" of the secret sage, could obtain this item, but even if not, he would not force it.

Slakana looked up and down at Yan Jin, who was at a loss on his face. When his eyes moved to his face, it suddenly frozen. He stared at Yan Jin's face in disbelief and gradually stood up.

"These eyes...this power, this hot flame...that is exactly the same as the flame, you are..." Slakana covered her little mouth in disbelief and stared at Yan Jin's fiery red eyes.

"What?" Yan Jin was still a little confused, and turned around and looked at Wang Mo in confusion.

"He is the inheritor of the Flame Sage. I brought him here. I hope you can give it to the only relic left by the Flame Sage that year." Wang Mo said tepidly next to him.

"Is the inheritor of the flames?" Slakana murmured in dismay, raised her head and looked at Yan Jin's eyes as if she was sure, as if she wanted to determine whether the scorching eyes that appeared in front of him were real.

Although in the official story, Slakana does not like the Flame Sage, it does not mean that she has no feelings for the Flame Sage. At least as a member of the Eleven Sages Squad, Slakana has a very deep relationship with each sage. Now that the magic era has ended, thousands of years have passed, and at this time, Yan Jin appeared in front of her. Yan Jin's eyes were like the Flame Sage, which evoked Slakana's memories.

As a mage who is thousands of years old, there are too many things in his life. Even if it is a profound thing, it will not be easily remembered if it is not mentioned deliberately. Yan Jin appears here, but it evokes Slakana's dusty memories again.

"She...is this, she knows that... Flame Sage?" Yan Jin pointed at Slakana quietly in disbelief and asked Wang Mo beside him.

Wang Mo signaled him not to speak and waited patiently. This item is very important to their actions and must be obtained.

Slakana fell into memories again. For a mage who was thousands of years old, searching for his own memories was a very energy-consuming and hard work. Although Wang Mo was anxious to save Faith and Pious and Aragon, he could only wait.

After about ten minutes, Slakana raised her head and reexamined Yan Jin and Wang Mo. A hint of expectation and relief surged in her eyes, then turned around and walked towards the only cabinet.

"I'm very happy that you are like them back then... Maybe it was fate that you two inheritors finally got together again. Since that's the case, it's useless for me to keep these two things. If this is the will of Rex and the Flame, then I'll hand them over to you." Slakana murmured, bent down and searched for something in the cabinet.

Finally, Slakana straightened up with layers of thick fabric and placed the fabric on the wooden table.

"The brothers and sisters left their battle robes here...Lieyan, Rex's, Mr. Doronic's...Sister Feng Yu's..." Slakana murmured, gently spread the fabric on the table, gradually showing the whole picture of this thing to Wang Mo and Yan Jin's eyes.

Yan Jin gradually opened his mouth wide in surprise, and Wang Mo was also a little uneasy. According to Slakana's words, it seems that he, a half-baked inheritor, has a share?

What appeared in front of Wang Mo and Yan Jin were two wide cloaks. The materials of these two cloaks looked very ordinary. Due to their age, many places had faded, revealing large areas of gray and white, but the cloak was covered with strands of floating white feathers.

This is Wang Mo's purpose, the legendary battle robe of the eleven sages!

When the Eleven Sages came to the glorious city of Orlando and fought against the Black Knight King Mosonik, the eleven men were wearing such a cloak, and what appeared in front of Wang Mo was the cloak of the Secret Sage and the cloak of the Flaming Sage.

After the Battle of Glory, the Eleven Sages left their already damaged cloaks with Slakana, replaced them with a new cloak and left Orlando separately. Afterwards, the official of the Kind and Lawful League found Slakana and spent a great price on these cloaks to leave a mark symbolizing the Eleven Sages, achieving an incomparable effect. Then, it was said that when the sages themselves or their inheritors appeared in this cloak, they would receive extremely high-standard treatment in the league.

These cloaks are just ordinary cloaks, with flying white feathers, which only symbolize the beautiful sustenance of the sage team for the future. This pattern later became a symbol of the eleven sages and also made the last line of the sage poem.

Once, when the undead natural disaster had just erupted, a priest with extremely high cultivation predicted before his death that when the white feathers floated, the darkness would be expelled and light would be ushered in!

At that time, the Eleven Sages were not yet born! Later, when they grew up and embarked on the adventure, they used white feathers as the team's emblem.

As it turns out, this pattern eventually saved half of the Kalando continent!

If the inheritor of the Eleven Sages comes to Slakana, he can obtain the sage's robe of his corresponding sage and bind it directly. These robes are all epic purple items, but as a close-fitting cloak, they do not have any attribute bonus. The only special effect is that players wearing cloaks will directly obtain the respectful reputation value of the Kind and Order Alliance, and enjoy some unique privileges of the sage inheritors.

Wang Mowei is this reputation and so-called privilege. This privilege cannot allow him to ask NPC to assist in dealing with the fallen stars and the desperate hand, nor is it enough for him to mobilize his army, but it has its own unique uses.

"It's not good to wear these faded fabrics on you young people. Let me change them for you." Slakana's fingertips gently stroked the cloak. Wherever her fingertips passed, the color of the cloak was rapidly changing toward the dark black, and it was completely transformed into a black cloak in a short while.

Constant magic tricks. For epic mages, Constant magic tricks no longer require any spell casting materials. It’s so easy. Slakana hooked her fingertips and two battle robes fell directly into the hands of Wang Mo and Yan Jin.

Black cloak, white feathers!

Yan Jin stared at the cloak in his hand. Most players knew what the white feathers in the Kind and Law League meant, and they all received a prompt to obtain items.

Wang Mo took action directly, took off his rare cloak, put this brand new sage robe on his body, and quickly sorted out his whole body. Yan Jin immediately started to change into a new cloak without being outdone.

Two new mages appeared in front of Slakana. One of them had black hair and black eyes, and the other was red hair and red eyes, wearing a black cloak tattooed with white feathers. They stood in the cottage, and on their chests, they were marked with a burning flame and a mysterious arcane rune.

Slakana looked at the energetic two people with satisfaction and nodded gently: "Go and find more companions. I believe that one day, the eleventh sage team will reappear on the continent of Kalando. The protagonists of this era are you!"

Wang Mo nodded silently, gave a mage salute to Slakana, then took a few steps back and turned to walk outside the house. He could no longer wait to save Aragon and faithful devotion.

Standing in front of the door of Slakana's cottage, Wang Mo raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky, took a deep breath, Yan Jin walked out behind him and closed the door casually.

"This cloak really feels like flying feathers. I said that our team will not have such a sharp cloak in the future." Yan Jin said happily, checking the properties of the cloak.

"The sage's battle robe is not a inheritor, but... this battle robe belongs to the eleventh sage. We are Feiyu, not white feathers. Didn't you see what Slakana mean?" Wang Mo turned around and chuckled.

"What does it mean?" Yan Jin asked in confusion.

"The legendary battle robe of the eleven sages is gray, but she dyed it black for us. This means that we are the new generation. We Feiyu should have our own battle robe." Wang Mo clenched his fists and said softly.

"If you want this kind of symbolic thing, just do it anyway." Yan Jin shook his head indifferently.

"It's time to set off. We are wearing the battle robe of the Eleven Sages, and we need to do something for our brothers and companions." Wang Mo put the hood of the cloak on his head, then walked out of the mage area, and Yan Jin followed closely.

"From today on, let everyone know that Feiyu! No one can defeat him!"
Chapter completed!