The end of the world is coming, and all human beings will be digitized. Others who changed their profession to mage were studying how to distance themselves from the monsters by kiting them. Chen Mo looked at the staff in his hand that could transform into a flaming dragon claw and fell into deep thought. "The spell is moved forward too long? Then scratch it with one claw!" "The mana cost is too high? Then speak with flaming fists!" From then on, there was an unreasonable monster in the apocalypse. Wherever he passed, flames burned the sky and no grass grew. Monster Lord: "Don't come here! Are you a mage or a berserker?!"
