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Chapter 296 Cyril's String Magic

Almost everyone was frightened by the five-headed water elemental that collapsed in front of them. They almost forgot that they were still fighting, and all turned their heads to look at Raz.

The latter's complexion suddenly turned pale, he propped his knees, panting heavily, and the sound of his breathing made people think that he was the bellows of a dwarf blacksmith.

"Did I...do it?"

Raz opened his mouth and looked forward.His eyes were dim at this moment, and he could only vaguely see the water elementals who were still beating their chests, as if they were executing a fixed program, and seemed to be farther away from him.

It worked!
When he clearly realized that his spell really worked, and the effect was excellent, joy exploded in his mind——

Half-elf Raz Raphael, he could swear that this was the first time in his life that he was trusted and relied on by someone, and he fulfilled the other party's entrustment by himself.

He had already forgotten how boring and monotonous his life in the past few decades was. As a half-elf in the Clary clan, his status was naturally at the bottom.He has no ambitions, and no elf cares about him, and no elf wants to join him.

The happiest thing for him is to lie in the tree house and hum his song, but because it is really not good, he will be scolded by neighbors knocking on the door.

But ever since meeting this half-elf boy, everything has changed—he can only say that his untrained mind can't analyze what has changed, but Raz is very clear at this moment, if there is no Cyril Adrian, the earl of the human kingdom from the outside world, a future lord, his life will continue in this way.

He wanted to make some sound, but his voice was hoarse: the string magic just now was his first effort, and he didn't even know how much damage it would cause to his body.

But only a few seconds later, Raz braced his back and raised his hand again, trying to stabilize the harp that had almost dissipated in the air.But just as he stretched out his hand, he saw a sword raised in front of him, blocking him behind him.

"My lord, there are two more—"

Raz took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and his vision gradually became clear. He saw the half-elf boy riding the silver deer with a sword in one hand, urging the silver deer to move forward slowly.

But Cyril shook his head: "No, it's enough, you did a great job, Laz."

While he was speaking, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand——

Ancient string magic, a spell that can be handed down from ancient times, its lethality is indeed not high among spells, but it has a characteristic:
It's not complicated.

The high-speed vibration and the destruction of the structure all rely on the "sound waves" brought about by the fluctuation of the strings-this is of course not the real sound of the piano, but a vibration at the element level.

And if you want to cause a similar killing effect, as long as you can reproduce the vibration frequency of the element level, you can simulate string magic.

Cyril raised the long sword in his hand and closed his eyes.The magic power in the wind elemental pool flowed through the whole body in an instant, and all the wind on this empty bridge surface was understood by him, and in the black world after he closed his eyes, green light spots lit up one after another.

They jumped happily, echoing Cyril's echo, chirping, like happy fairies.

At this time, he was extremely grateful for this body that belonged to Cyril Adrian. If he became a mage with this exaggerated and deadly wind element affinity, he would definitely have excellent results in the atmosphere system.

Of course, he wasn't thinking about the mage right now, he called softly in his heart, making those obedient fairies jump up and down.In the dark world, brilliant blue thin lines danced in the air continuously.

And Cyril watched the thin lines push forward like waves, as if there was a moving melody in them.They sing, dance, and leap forward.They saw a blue ocean, they continued to sing and dance, and then passed through the blue ocean.

Meng Feila stared at the half-elf boy, she couldn't understand what he was doing, but only for a moment, she suddenly found that the air flow around her seemed to have a backbone, and rushed forward in unison go--

"Did he make it again?" She couldn't help whispering, even if it was a priest in the clan, she had never seen that she could manipulate the wind element, the most common element in nature, so easily.

But just as she had the thought, she heard a voice that had just rang out in the air, but was several times louder than before:
"Zheng!"

Her complexion changed: the sound was just caused by Laz Raphael, and the clanging sound caused all the water elements in a row to collapse.But the sound at this time is much better than before, and the effect——

"Nora, this... is this a monster?"

Raz stared at the front dumbfounded, the howling wind gathered in front of the half-elf boy, and then, like a mighty army, advanced towards the water elementals ahead.After only listening to it twice, he was horrified to find that the sound of this wind was exactly the same as the music he had played before!
And as the wind whizzed past the water elements in front of him, he saw that those water elements froze in the air as if they were hit by his string magic——

The shocks brought by the winds destroyed the stable elemental structure in its body, destroying the nodes that maintained its existence.

Immediately afterwards, from the front to the back, there were a total of three rows of fifteen water elementals. Their exquisite bodies collapsed quietly at this moment, turning into the purest water, which flowed into the lakes on both sides of the long bridge.

Yes, Cyril is not a mage, nor can he learn "string magic" in such a short period of time.

But he has a special affinity for the wind, and in the long-term training of "Vientiane Wind Shape", what he is best at is imitation.

What he did was to imitate string magic with wind, "that's all".

But Cyril didn't know that if what he did at this time spread to the circle of mages, he might be tied up by countless mages, studying his elemental pool, studying his magic operation——

Use yourself to drive the elements in the environment!This is not simply filling external elements into one's own spell model. The one who can get a glimpse of this step is at least a five-ring mage!

What about Cyril?He's not even a trainee mage apprentice!

Danya, can you talk about the Basic Law?
But it's a pity that the group of natural creatures present who have not received the education of a mage certainly don't know how terrifying what Cyril just did. They were just surprised that so many water monkeys were solved in an instant——

There was a little more awe in Irugal's eyes, the unicorn was grinding its hooves, and Memphela was covering her mouth, suppressing the sound of screaming.

Only Elena seemed to be not surprised, as if no matter what amazing things her lord did, they would not surprise her any more.

And Cyril opened his eyes, inspected the empty space in front of him and around him, and was extremely satisfied with what he had just done.The sudden surge of experience on the property panel made him smile even more.

More importantly, there is an extra "Wind String Art" at the bottom of the skill list. He doesn't know if this spell exists in the game, and he doesn't know if the next spell will be useful, but at least for elemental creatures, this imitation The spell produced by string magic is undoubtedly a big killer!
The only pity is that elemental creatures will not produce drops, but he is satisfied enough with the results——

Cyril looked around, seeing that the natural creatures were still there, he quickly cleared his throat and said:
"What are you still doing in a daze? Go forward at full speed and pass the long bridge before these water elements block us again!"

(End of this chapter)