Warhammer Wizard

The lobby was silent for a few seconds.

The men who were talking eloquently looked at Athena who came in through the door, and their eyes were amazed. Such a beautiful, unique temperament, and a female fighter who knows that she has powerful strength at a glance, even in the new continent where there are countless extraordinary people, there are not many of them.

The few women present were jealous of Athena's looks and smooth skin.

call out!

Some people had already drank a lot, and they were drinking too much. They forgot their usual cautiousness. They couldn't help whistling, looking at Athena with aggression and a flirtatious look on their faces.

"What beautiful girls!"

"Hahaha..." The men burst into laughter.

Someone took the lead, and everyone became more courageous. The whistles came one after another, and some people even uttered obscenities because of their drunkenness. The lobby was full of cheers.

They didn't dare to do anything to Athena, but the maids in the inn suffered.

"what……"

Amidst the screams, a maid was hugged into her arms by the man beside her, and her rough and powerful palms scratched on her body, but her eyes were fixed on Athena, and a wanton lewd laughter came out of her mouth.

Athena frowned.

The jokes of these men are more about their appreciation of their own beauty. Although some people are nasty, as long as they don't show it, she won't mind.

However, this obscene act goes too far.

She stopped in her footsteps, hesitating whether to make a move, and a voice without the slightest emotion rang out beside her.

"Humph."

The indifferent cold hum made everyone in the lobby hear it clearly, as if it was right in their ears.

Raislin succeeded in attracting people's attention, and he subconsciously cast a glance.

Then, anyone who looked at him was instantly struck by lightning. They seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and their spirits were strongly impacted.

Some weak-willed people were even scared to pee their pants on the spot, but their bodies couldn't obey and couldn't move.

Delirium!

This is the ability of the Mystic Touch clone that comes with it.

It has an effect similar to the "fear technique", which can be released through the eyes, and other people's eye contact with oneself will also be passively triggered, so it is hard to prevent, and it will not scare people away like the fear technique, and it has the effect of the immobilization technique.

Of course, not everyone is controlled by delirium.

There are several extraordinary people with strong will in the lobby, and some people have spiritual protection magic items, which resist the passively triggered delirium and maintain their sanity.

The superhuman who ravaged the maid was one of them.

He is a legendary powerhouse, so he dared to provoke Athena unscrupulously, and immediately threw away the maid, stood up abruptly and slapped the table, angrily said: "The new rookie, this is Saint Fangjige, not you who can be wild. place, better go back to the Empire."

The corners of Raistlin's mouth twitched, and he was actually a little surprised.

Sure enough, there is no easy-going person who can break through in the new continent. The other party can not only see at a glance that he is coming to Albert Bay for the first time, but also guess that he is from the empire.

I am afraid that other people have seen it, so they dare to be presumptuous.

Newcomers are always easier to bully.

Raistlin looked at the other side expressionlessly. He was nearly two meters tall, strong and vigorous, wearing dark red enchanted armor, and leaning against the table with a two-handed sword. Great Swordsman.

The great swordsman is not alone. The two or three tables of extraordinary players in the vicinity should all be his subordinates. When the great swordsman provoked just now, more than a dozen people followed suit.

It seems that this is a mercenary group or a soul hunting group.

Among them are many high-level extraordinary people, more than half of them are intermediate-level and above, and the occupational configuration is also very reasonable. In addition to the legendary great swordsman at the head, the average strength is definitely the upper level in Albert Bay.

The New World is a naked world where the weak eat the strong and the strong respect.

The great swordsman dares to molest in public, and his strength is his greatest confidence.

Raistlin glanced at him lightly, showing that contemptuous attitude, and said in a calm tone, "A small lesson. Whoever dares to look around, be careful with your eyes."

At this time, the superhuman in the lobby gradually got rid of the delirium technique.

When they heard Raistlin's words, their eyes were filled with fear, and they turned around quickly.

The great swordsman sneered, staring at Raistlin and scolding: "I'm Wilson, the head of the Bloodblade Mercenary Corps. I can watch whoever I like, can you control it?"

While speaking, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Some members of the Blood Blade mercenary group also regained their senses. They got up and pulled out their weapons, raised their staff and longbow, and rushed to kill this ignorant wizard just after the commander's order.

This group of men gave Wilson more confidence.

His eyes turned to Athena with no scruples in his eyes, and the men of the Bloodblade Mercenary Group also let out a strange smile, completely ignoring Raistlin's threat.

When the superhumans saw this situation, they knew they were going to fight.

The Bloodblade Mercenary Group is the leader of Hunter's Point Wharf, and the Golden Gate Hotel is their place of residence. They usually cause trouble because of their strength. From the leader Wilson to the team members, they are not good people. They are arrogant and domineering. Many people have suffered big losses at their hands, and even lost their lives.

At first glance, these two transcendents are imperial people who have just arrived in the New World. They should be very strong. The female warrior who caused the conflict should be a legend, while the young wizard can't see through it, and at most it is a legend.

But how could an ordinary legend be the opponent of the battle-hardened Blood Blade Mercenary Group?

They are afraid they will suffer.

Before the thought could settle, the wizard was heard saying, "It's okay." Then he raised his hand to Wilson, obviously wanting to cast a spell.

"you wanna die!"

Wilson's response was extremely fast, and before the wizard started, he shouted: "Brothers, give me..." At the same time, he also waved his two-handed sword to attack.

Snapped!

A silent whip fell and hit all the members of the Bloodblade Mercenary Group on the heads, causing them to tremble and roll on the ground holding their heads, screaming in pain.

Sixth-level psychic spell - Mind Flay.

Below the legend, unless you have the best spiritual amulet on your body, or have a protective element similar to iron will, it is almost impossible to resist the mental flogging of the group.

Suddenly, only Wilson was charging in the entire Bloodblade mercenary group.

But he only took two or three steps, and he didn't even show his strength. A huge palm was born from the void. The translucent huge palm was as big as two tables put together, like the hand of a Titan. Fast and accurate, and caught the target in one stroke.

Wilson's whole body was grasped by a giant palm, and he was lifted up in the air.

The five fingers of the giant palm contracted inward. He struggled desperately but to no avail. The transparent palm that seemed to be fluttering had a terrifying power. The two-handed sword was directly crushed. sag as well.

Wilson's internal organs were squeezed and ruptured in an instant, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"what!"

As soon as Wilson cried out, a thick pillar of flame fell, pouring it into his mouth precisely to stop the scream.

The "torrent of flame" also flowed in from the neck, scurrying inside the armor, burning every inch of his skin. A few seconds later, wisps of flames emerged from the gaps in the armor, and through the giant palms, it could be seen that he had turned into a fireman, and his whole body was burning.

The life force of the legendary superhuman is very tenacious, and only the "torrent of flame" of the fourth ring cannot burn him to death, but in this case, the strong resilience is a kind of torture.

Raistlin's spellcasting didn't end.

A five-ringed "Touch of Pain" instantly fell, blessing Wilson's body, increasing his pain tenfold.

In the end, an invisible soundproofing force field enveloped Wilson so that his screams could not be heard.

All this happened in an instant.

The other superhumans in the lobby didn't even react, and the battle was over. The people of the Bloodblade Mercenary Group lay on the ground, Wilson was held on top of people's heads by a giant palm, suffering inhuman pain, his body was burned as fuel, but no sound came out .

This quiet scene is creepy.

Someone has already recognized the giant palm, the seventh-level spell "Bigby's Grabbing Palm"!

The superhumans were silent.

A wizard who can instantly cast seven-level spells, at least a legendary high-level, and instantly cast five spells in one breath, each of which has a high level.

Is he a Holy Soul Wizard?

There was silence in the lobby. Several superhumans of the Blood Blade mercenary group had already endured the effect of mental flogging, but none of them dared to stand up and fight back, and continued to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Wilson was still caught in the air by the giant palm and burned.

Raistlin didn't look at him again. He walked through the lobby unhurriedly to the hotel's counter, and said, "Open the best guest room."

The lobby manager behind the counter was petrified.

Raistlin waited for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, barely calmed down, and respectfully replied, "Please wait a moment, distinguished guest."

The lobby manager opened the room at the fastest speed in his life, and handed over the key card carefully with both hands. He didn't even dare to ask how much he would charge, nor did he ask for his name to be registered.

Raistlin put down a few golden shields on the counter before taking the key card.

"I want to ask you something."

"Guests, please tell me." The lobby manager shuddered but did not panic.

Every hotel in Albert Bay is a well-informed place. Selling, entrusting, and relaying news is a necessary business for the hotel to attract guests and increase revenue.

A sound-proof force field enveloped Raistlin, Athena, and the lobby manager. Raistlin turned his back to the others and asked, "Do you know an elemental shooter named 'Jevesk', he should be a soul hunter, and beside him There is a female teammate named Nilaman."

"I know him, my lord." The lobby manager nodded quickly, "They are all members of the 'Wild Trail' Soul Hunting Team, and they come to the hotel often. The whole team is our regular visitor here."

He didn't hide anything, let alone protect the privacy of his guests.

"Can I contact him?" Raistlin asked again.

"No problem." The lobby manager agreed, enthusiastically: "Mr. Jevesque just hasn't been out hunting recently, and I just saw him the day before yesterday. Sir, do you think I sent someone to inform Mr. Jevesque, or asked for the address? Are you going to find him yourself?"

He couldn't figure out whether Raislin was looking for Jevesk with good intentions or malice, so he didn't dare to make his own decisions.

"If I ask him to come to the inn to find me, it's just an invitation from an old friend," Raistlin said.

"Okay, my lord."

Raistlin removed the soundproofing force field and turned upstairs with Athena.

His figure disappeared upstairs, but Wilson was still burning in the middle of the lobby. The superhumans of the Bloodblade Mercenary Group ran out, and a few loyal members looked back at the giant who was clenched tightly. Hesitantly, he fled.

Those Transcendents who didn't conflict with Raistlin stayed behind and watched as Wilson was burned to death.

Some people had schadenfreude on their faces.

Wilson, who is usually a powerful man, not only kicked the iron plate this time, but also lost his life.

He struggled frantically in the huge palm, screaming silently in his mouth.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Wilson finally stopped moving, his blood evaporated and his muscles turned to coke. The giant palm squeezed hard, and the red-burning armor in the palm was pinched into a lump of iron, and it was thrown out of the window of the lobby, far into the bay, and sank into the water.

The transparent giant palm also dissipated.

The supernatural beings in the lobby breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look upstairs, full of awe for the unknown mysterious wizard.

Wilson, known as "Blood Blade", was unable to fight back from beginning to end. A legendary swordsman who had experienced hundreds of battles was easily crushed to death like an ant.

Such a huge reversal, they will remember it for a lifetime.

The supernatural beings got up and left one after another, and they dared to speak in a low voice and guess the origin of the wizard until they were far away from the Golden Gate Hotel. The news that an extremely powerful legendary wizard had checked into the Golden Gate Inn and killed Wilson quickly spread in Albert Bay.

Upstairs in the hotel, Athena sat on the balcony enjoying the view of the bay.

Even at a distance, she heard some rumors.

So he turned back and asked: "Ren, will you be too heavy? The great swordsman just looked at it twice, but he didn't cause any real damage, so he wouldn't pay his life for it, right?"

Raistlin, who was meditating on the bed, opened his eyes and said seriously, "I never kill innocent people. Wilson has a reason for his guilt."

"Huh?" Athena didn't understand. "What crime did he commit?"

"He's a follower of the Blood God," Raistlin replied.

Seeing Wilson's first glance, the soul's eye saw his beliefs, red as blood, revealing the meaning of blood and cruelty, this is the believer of "Blood Lord" Hakasnu. Hakasnu is a standard evil god, with three priesthoods of "blood", "killing" and "sacrifice". His followers sacrifice their lives to the blood **** in exchange for power.

Also because of this **** sacrifice ceremony, He was called "Blood God".

Generally, only primitive and ignorant races such as trolls, ogres or gnolls ~www.readwn.com~ will believe in blood gods.

But there are also a few humans and elves who cannot withstand the temptation of power and become his followers. Anyone who believes in the Blood God is the most evil murderer and the most insane executioner.

Sometimes, the evil deeds committed by the blood **** believers are even more heinous than the demons.

Wilson thought he was well hidden, but he couldn't hide it from the soul's eye. It would be fine if he didn't come to provoke him, but since he came together, don't blame himself for being rude, just kill the soul and contribute dozens of grids of electricity to himself.

When Athena heard that she was a believer of the Blood God, her face changed slightly and she nodded, "Then he really deserves to die."

Raistlin closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Soon after, there was a knock on the door outside the guest room, and the lobby manager reported, "Dear guest, Mr. Jevesque is here."