The Rise of the Cemetery

Li Xun looked at something different in his hand, and thought of a legendary special flame-cold flame.

It is said that this kind of cold flame is only likely to be urged by those talented fire dynasties, and it is in the forefront of several special flames with its excellent defensive ability.

Did you accidentally create a cold flame in the flame change just now?

The excitement of the mind immediately made the frozen fireball shake violently in the hand, and there was a crackling sound on the surface of the ice hockey.

No, it's almost out of control.

Li Xun couldn't even scream in his heart. He pulled and pushed with both hands and threw out the magical frozen fireball that was about to explode into an ice skate style.

A muffled noise, the energy barrier supported by the Arcane Tower and the half plane in front of him was cut directly into a smooth breach, and the ice skates flew out of the energy barrier without hindrance. The structure disintegrated and exploded into frost.

For the scene in front of him, Li Xun did not know how to describe it. It has been almost 3 years since he was in touch with the spell, and it is the first time he has seen frozen flames and burning ice flowers. This anomaly that subverted his past perception made his scalp numb.

However, this special cold flame is as terrible as the legend for cutting and breaking the energy protection. The energy barrier in front of it is not broken by the whole, but directly penetrated.

If you can use this cold flame to attack enemies in the future, you will surely surprise those who think they are well protected.

But when he thought of the preparation process of the cold flame just now, Li Xun was cold again. That's a quarter of an hour of preparation!

Fortunately, before the collapse of the Cold Flame Ball, he has recorded its core spell structure through a complete scan of the panorama. If he can spend more time to study the deduction, it is still very likely to create a new spell. If you are better luck, and this structure of spell has never been discovered by others, it means that Li Xun has his own unique spell.

The gap in the energy barrier gradually gathered up in a stream of glorious flow. When Li Xunzhi turned around with satisfaction, it was discovered that the iron-headed man who was possessed by Isa was standing behind him.

"Congratulations to the master! From this moment on, you are a qualified arcane apprentice." The iron-headed person bowed respectfully and respectfully, seriously, this is the first time that it truly recognized the new Li Xun the host.

"Arcane apprentice?" Li Xun murmured suspiciously.

Could it be that what you have done just now privately fits some traditions of the Arcane Empire?

Before Li Xun seized Issa's detailed inquiry, a wave from the soul system made him look abrupt.

Little Jack is in trouble!

...

The head is dizzy.

The part of the back of the head that was hit by the hilt was numb to no sensation, but he was surrounded by a stunned dizziness, leaving him groggy and wondering where he was.

Fighting hard, Jack pooled his concentration and called his teacher silently.

I don't know when, the image of the young and handsome yet elegant tutor has been deeply imprinted in his heart. Whenever there is irreplaceable sorrow, Jack will silently pray to his tutor in his heart, and every time he can feel a warm spiritual force to soothe his body and mind.

Although the mage is not suitable for having faith, and even often rejects the faith, Jack still believes in his mentor. Because he will never forget, during that most miserable and helpless day, a great mage extended his friendly and warm hands to him.

The narrow and dim log cabin loft, the dull star, the fierce thief and the pair of warm eyes that passed into his heart through the wooden window ... Of course, the most unforgettable thing for him was to soar freely under the tutor ’s support Starry sky's free and easy and proud.

It was the first time in his life that he was exposed to extraordinary powers, and it was really intoxicating and fascinating as depicted in the book!

Xu prayed, and Jack felt a little strength in his body before he could start to feel the movements around him.

This is a single tent, the space is very small, and lying alone on a felt cloth alone takes up most of the space inside. The wound behind the brain has stopped bleeding, but apparently it has not received any treatment. It has been sticky with the felt cloth underneath it, making it difficult to turn the head. It hurts everywhere, just like being beaten hard by someone.

Judging by the white light through the thin tent, it is still daytime. Various murmurs can be heard not far outside the tent, as if many people were nearby.

It seemed like someone had stuffed a walnut in his mouth, and the squeezed tongue was a little numb. The wrists are tightly bound, and a slight movement can feel the pain of countless fine thorns sticking into the fingers.

Jack barely propped his head up and looked at his wrists. Sure enough, a pair of apparently specially-made leather gloves were put on his hands, and the silver light on it was covered with countless fine needles.

Jack, who had read many books, instantly understood what this was.

This is a special lock specifically for trapping spellcasters!

With the gradual recovery of mental power, all the previous encounters were slowly replayed in his mind. Jack couldn't help but feel sad, and tears finally flowed out of his eyes.

Are dead! The mercenaries who had been with them for more than ten days were all dead.

When he thought of Captain Tren waving his sword at the gorgeous fire dragon, and when he thought that John's body was torn apart by a burst of fireballs, Jack's throat clucked, but he only made a dull wail. He couldn't forget the kind of resentment and helplessness from the depths of his heart when Lansy girl dragged herself crazy in the jungle.

The enemy is clearly prepared, not only with a large number of personnel, but also with a strength far beyond their small mercenary team. What is even more abominable is that the enemy actually ambushed on the way they must pass.

The dense crossbow arrows that pierced the sky, and the burst fireball that dragged the blue and black tail flames into the middle of the team, only a few fingers, so the Bobcat mercenary team was halved. If it weren't for the sturdy, ugly Radon shield who covered Jack, I am afraid that he, as the center of gravity of the enemy's attack, would have been seriously injured and fell to the ground.

When they found the figure of the high-level mage in the enemy's team, there were multiple crossbows in the body, and half of the body was burnt. Tren waved his sword to launch a mortal charge, and none of the remaining teammates escaped. Yes, shouting and chasing behind the captain.

If it were n’t for the ardent impulse that usually seemed to him, only a few years younger than him, Lan Xiqiang endured tears and dragged Jack into the shadow of the jungle, I ’m afraid Jack could not help but charge the enemy. As a mage, although he has his own restraint and arrogance, he is not willing to get too close to the mortals of these Bobcat mercenary teams, but in his heart, he still likes the warmth and family-like warmth of the mercenary team. Concerned.

So when he stumbled all the way, he turned around and saw the familiar figures shot by the crossbow arrows, and the tears in his eyes could not help rolling down. The oncoming cold wind hit his face like a knife cut, but Jack's heart was as hot as it fell into the oil pan.

Although most of the enemies are masked with black towels, the uniform standard equipment and a large number of military crossbows still reveal their identity. The private army of a large noble or simply the city guard of a city. However, with the appearance of the high-level mage in their team, this raid became even more confusing.

High-level mages rarely join the mortal hunting corps, nor will they ambush another official mage for a small amount of money, so today's ambush is obviously a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Jack or the mentor behind him.

Jack summoned it and left the broken hellfire before he could wait to show his power. He was trapped by the high-level mage by swamping and turning mud into stone somewhere. This made him decide that the enemy was prepared.

The vast snowfields seem vast and boundless, but there is no way for them to escape.

Before they ran out of the ground, they were overtaken by the enemy. A ranger and a 2nd-level mage, without the protection of the flesh shield, is almost difficult to compete with the full set of armored regular warriors. The two men who did not want to take their hands and killed many of the armed soldiers in succession were finally overthrown by the other party.

At that time, the battle was too hurried and hurried. Jack had no time to stop and think about it. At this time, he became a prisoner of the next step. Instead, he could sink his mind and start thinking about everything he experienced today.

The enemy is coming towards him, but the goal may not be on him, but ...

Footsteps sounded, the tent door opened, and a tall and deep figure came in.

Jack barely supported his swollen right eye, trying to distinguish the appearance of the person coming. His left eye was covered with blood, and he could not see anything at all.

The coming person is the high-level mage in the ambush team. Although he didn't wear any mage logos that could be recognized by people, he was only a very simple noble robe, but the magical atmosphere that stirred his body could not hide people.

I don't know.

This made Jack firmly believe his guess.

The two casters lying one by one stood staring at each other indifferently.

For a long time, the person reached out and took out the cobblestone in Jack's mouth, and finally spoke.

"Are you Jack? Underwood?" The accent of the person came with an obvious aristocratic emphasis, and the unnecessary fancy tongue made Jack sound very strenuous. However, there are really a lot of noble mages in the Three Masters.

"As a mage, your Excellency is doing the same as a bandit, don't you think it's contrary to your pride?" Little Jack asked with a red face. Although the master has been nurtured for more than a year, he can face the murderer who has cruelly damaged his companion, and can no longer calmly show the master's elegance and calmness.

"Ji Jie, little fellow, next time you look for a mentor, you need to keep your eyes wide open. Don't blame me for being cruel, you can only blame you for not finding a good mentor!"

"Well, my mentor is in Oneros City. If you really have the courage, why would you not dare to go directly to him and instead go here to engage in a sneak attack? His majesty and talent are really admirable ... "Since the other party didn't dare to show people even the mage badge, it was so ruthless at the beginning of the ambush. It shows that the other party has no intention of leaving any mouth at all.

Lanxi, who was captured at the same time as her own, was probably already fierce. The reason why I can live to the present is that the other party still has the thought of torture something from his mouth.

Knowing this, Jack not only did not fear anything, but looked at the appearance of this high-level mage more carefully. He firmly believed that his mentor must avenge himself!