The Rise of the Cemetery

Alchemist Prager, this short and powerful mage robe is specially customized.

In addition to the constant up to 7th-level protective spells, the inside of this robe is also sewed with dense long small pockets. All kinds of special alchemy remedies needed in battle are placed in fixed positions by him, so that they can be used anytime and anywhere.

In order to train himself to quickly use the alchemy remedy, he also spent a lot of time to find an old thief, and he was very flexible in practicing his fingers. Often, as long as the mind is moved, the slender ten fingers will find out the alchemy potions they need in the shortest time.

Pragg moved forward quickly while holding the spell quickly, silently preparing the spell.

He is not just playing with the waste wood of the alchemy potion, but more relying on the immediacy of the alchemy potion to accumulate combat advantages for himself, and use crazy spells to attack and crush the enemy, but the final thing is still a serious spellcasting. .

the reason is simple.

Although he is a talented 14th-level alchemist, the magic potions he can make can only imitate up to 5th-level spells, and he has a lot of departmental restrictions. He can't completely replace the regular spell-casting.

Prager is fast. In a blink of an eye, the distance to the young "summoner" was less than 100 meters, and it was close to the shadow of the void. Without waiting for the other party to respond, the alchemist has burst out laughing and quickly ejected 2 tubes of reagents.

The reagent exploded near the shadow of the void, and the purple-black medicament instantly volatilized into a thin purple mist that enveloped the area. Although this piece of purple mist is not offensive, it can interfere with the transformation of space. As long as its power is not volatile, the guy in the shadow plane should not switch back to the main plane smoothly.

Prager no longer ignored the shadow of the void, and went straight to the young mage, laughing all the way, and the long-planned "dimensional anchor" in his hand could be excited at any time. However, when the alchemist's arrogant and strenuous actions were carried out, the "best enemy opportunity" and "danger prediction" blessed on his body simultaneously issued a sharp alert to him.

This could not help making his face drastically change.

Before he realized what was wrong, a sharp pressure suddenly felt on the outside of the forward body. The earth shield blessed by the body moved quickly, blocking a crazily rotating moon in time.

A giant moon with a diameter of one meter is like a high-speed rotating cutting machine, and the alchemist's fast running force directly divides the earth's shield into two. As soon as the earth's shield shattered, the lunar wheel collided fiercely with the mage shield coming out of the projectile. For a time, Mars was splashing.

At this moment, Prager was really dead.

He was caught off guard by this unexpected raid, and even the "dimension anchor" in his hand was too late to disperse. He could only throw it to the opposite side indiscriminately, and then freed his hand to touch his own alchemy potion. A few thick main vines under his feet slammed into the ground, which made it hard to stop the fast-moving body. Due to the violent force, several main vines burst into countless small cracks at the same time, and the smelly green juice flowed out from inside.

The lunar wheel appeared suddenly, as if it had been invisible and waited there until the alchemist's body hit it. And it is a pair of cold and ruthless "black hands" who control the moon. The slender and perfect finger line outline and the terrible cold shape, two extreme opposite senses of thinking give a false and violent beauty.

The "black hand" only extends to the wrist position and is inexplicably gone, as if the alchemist's enemy is this mysterious strange hand. The lunar wheel clasped by the black hand does not exert force at all. The earth shield is actually squeezed by the alchemist's own impulse.

Although the mage shield outside of Prager has good full-shield protection, it is not as tough and dense as the earth shield. Under the strong external force, the mage shield "creaked" began to be concave, twisted, deformed ... At some point, the sharp moon wheel was only 11 centimeters away from Prager's fragile neck.

As a great alchemist, Prager swears that he has never experienced such a horrible scene. I'm struggling to grind my teeth, but the enemy's shining blade is still moving slowly and firmly towards his neck, no ... seriously, actually, Prager is putting his neck Slowly reach the blade in the enemy's hand.

Finally, before the mage's shield shattered, Prager stopped his figure. He lifted his hands gently, and his ten fingers danced like windmill petals in front of his chest. A series of alchemy remedies slipped across the fingertips at a rate of 3 rounds per second, hitting the hidden enemy like a cannon.

It's a pity that in terms of combat strength in the close range, ten Pragers can't add up to a ghost girl who eats agilely. The dozen or so alchemy reagents were picked up one by one by a dull dagger protruding from the void, circling in the air in a staggered manner, which was dazzling and shocking, but there were no two that would rub against the ups and downs Together.

Since the girl appeared, she did not intend to hide her head. To be honest, she alone is enough to overcome most of the "noble mages" and "scholar mages". In the Undead Realm, in the Abyssal Realm, you are alone, and you can cut a 13th and 4th level elite lord alone, not to mention the weak human mages of these main planes.

"Boo" with a soft sound, the mage shield outside of Prager finally could not bear the cutting of the moon and burst. At this point, the protection that the alchemist blessed against physical attacks is completely stripped. Although he still has a glorious magical glow outside his body, for the nun close by, there is no difference from the naked body.

"Protection against energy damage", "Mind shielding", "Mental protection" ... but all are special protections, and the only thing that can help him is "Thorn Aura". However, the "thorn thorn aura" is more manifested in attack and anti-injury, and it is also very little for his close physical defense.

Prager could no longer care about anything else, his figure quickly retreated backwards under the back push of the vines of the lower limbs, and the instant "Mage Shield" white light also began to flash on him constantly.

It's a pity that close combat is really not the caster's strength!

That black hand.

Under the control of the black hand, the moon wheel carried an unmatched violent momentum, rushing through the countless shields like a broken bamboo, and rushed across the neck of the alchemist like lightning. There was no blood splattering, no two heads, and in the magical glow of 氤氲, the terrified Prager quietly disappeared in the dazzling white light.

A hundred meters away, a hazy figure stumbled out, looking at the figure, it was the alchemist Prager who sent out in time.

Prager's face was blue, his teeth clenched, and he raised his hand to touch his neck. A thin blood stain appeared quietly. Although the trigger "teleport" set by him himself sent him out in time, the neck was still scratched by the sharp weapon of the enemy.

If you think about it for a while, Prager was really scared. Fortunately, the triggering spell he always has on his body is "teleport" rather than "skin skin", otherwise even the soft neck can't withstand the cutting of the enemy's moon wheel even with the blessing of "skin skin". Then he must be the end of the head now.

When he thought of a moment of carelessness, he almost fell into the world's most miserable death, Alchemist Prager couldn't help but rush. However, he hadn't waited for him to stabilize his mind and re-added himself with protection. An illusory figure had been attached to his body from the back side.

"Are you angry? Do you need me to solve your troubles?"

A soft and sweet chuckling sounded in Prager's ear, accompanied by a slender and cold black hand from his neck, the shallow blood stain that had already been closed burst.

As a result, Prager disappeared again in the white magical glow of 氤氲.

The young mage who had been holding his arms in the distance to watch the lively young man couldn't help but smile bitterly, the girl was really sharp! Her hidden secrets, coupled with the "nether woman's blade" that can't be run on nails, the average academic wizard did not meet her perfectly.

In this way, wouldn't this so-called "master" become a soy saucer? There will be such competitions in the future, as long as you release the nymph, the rest is just waiting for the news of the victory?

Li Xun shook his head and put those unrealistic fantasies behind him. Before he was teleported, he quickly recovered the ghost girl and hellfire.

The same magic hall, the same turbulent head, but the difference is the enthusiasm of everyone!

Rarely, the deputy dean of the college, Kaslowa Master, showed a "brilliant" smile to Li Xun, waiting early under the platform. It's just that this smile appeared on the skinny old face stacked with layers of folds, so horrible, especially hey, but when he smiled, he showed a yellowish black, and he also had broken teeth, and Li Xun's back spine was cold and sweating. .

The ugly person is not terrible, but a ugly person is also flattering you, it is super terrible!

The young mage forced his impulse on the smiling face of the opponent, and under the guidance of Ms. Kasloa, he returned safely to the seat of the Dagon Academy of Magic.

After everything was settled down, Li Xuncai understood the reason why the vice president had done so. Only two of the six players selected by the Dagon Academy of Magic won, including their own.

As the first place of the Dagon School of Magic, Zolagel successfully defeated the sixth place of the Bryland School of Magic and achieved a place in the top ten. And Valastaz, who also has the hope of ranking second, was unfortunately overturned by Breland's fifth. It can also be seen that the overall strength of the Brayland School of Magic is indeed much higher than that of the Dagon School of Magic.

Li Xun's victory may be an accident for the deputy dean, but it was a surprise with a lot of surprises, which made him a bit swayed with a somewhat narrow selfishness.

Judging from the battle scenes, this magical 11th-level young high-level mage actually has a final card in hand, at least the shadowy creature with outstanding combat power is not something that ordinary characters can possess. This made him optimistic about the next step of the young mage.