Chapter 229 (1/2)

The portal to the temple of London is easy to find. Although the building collapsed, the three gates still stood in place, like monuments in ruins.

The mages are busy rescuing the wounded and repairing the buildings. When they see them, they often just give them a quick glance.

Standing in front of a row of transmission doors, Su Ming made a little observation. On the other side of the gate, there should be the Hong Kong Temple with Chinese characteristics. Incense burners and Guqin all illustrate the problem. And the New York temple, which he had been to before, is full of blood.

So the view across the door was completely strange, and it was the temple of London.

Two people through the golden ring of fire, under the ruins of the moment into a solid wood floor.

Elegant, this is the first image of London temple.

The high dome is all made of marble. The magnificent crystal chandelier makes the temple bright as day. The room is full of calm but profound decorations, which reflect the strength of the old empire.

A wizard with a long white beard was waiting for them. He looked like Gandalf of the Lord of the rings. He was very old, with wrinkles and age spots on his face and hands. He was wearing a brown robe.

He was supposed to be a great mage, but in order to guard the London temple, he did not take part in the battle of camara Taj just now.

The three temples need to be guarded at all times to prevent people like Domaine from entering.

His attitude is very friendly, as if he is a long-time friend: ”welcome to the holy place of London. Unfortunately, the weather is not so good recently, which is not suitable for sightseeing, but I can lend you an umbrella.”

”Thank you.” People are very polite, but Su Ming has no time: ”sightseeing is not necessary, we have business here.”

As if the war in England had nothing to do with him, the old mage just nodded quietly and led them to the gate. When he waved, he did not know where two black umbrellas came from. He gave them to them with a smile.

”I've got a message from the Supreme Master and I know what you're coming from. But I can't leave the sanctuary. I'm sorry, you can only find it yourself.”

”Never mind. Can you give me an address?”

”That's where the magician lives, so you can't see the address.” The old mage touched his beard with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed into a group: ”but there is a better way than the address. You go out and walk to the left along the street, smell the smell, then close your eyes and turn left, and hit the wall.”

Stink...

Su Ming's expression is very strange. If any magic user can equate with stink, it's shaman or witch doctor. They avoid the world more than magicians. Can you really explain them?

But he didn't say much. He just said thanks to the old mage with a smile, and then opened the door.

”Hua...”

”hum...”

”bang!”

He closed the door again.

It was typhoon weather outside. As soon as he opened the door, he was drenched by the heavy rain. He also saw a tree flying across the door at high speed and smashed the wall next door.

Is that what you said the weather was bad?

Su Ming looks at the old mage with dead fish eyes. He always feels that this guy is laughing in his heart. It's like playing a prank with a blackboard eraser on the door.

It's no wonder that the old guard of London didn't let him stay in the temple.

”Cough.” The old mage strained the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing: ”just remember to take an umbrella. There is a magic array on the umbrella, which can protect you from the interference of wind and rain.”

”I won't return the umbrella. Goodbye.”

Su Ming put on his helmet, opened his umbrella, and pulled Holloway into the terrible wind and rain.

I could hear the old master's farewell: ”often come to visit!”