The essence of magic is to extract the flowing ether and present it in the world in the way the caster wants. But as long as the ether creates ripples, it will be felt by every node on the lake. Seeker Anji
The "water surface" shapes the foundation of the Magic Sea - although the "water surface" is not all of the ether, it has at least become the consensus of scholars and warlocks of the Silver Tower, the Star and the Moon, and the Three Towers of the Sun.
The counter-spell pursues detection and counterattack. It detects the slightest changes in the flow of ether through the ripples of the "water surface" and interferes with the spell before it is formed. The sorcerers of the Star and Moon were the first to discover the method of monitoring the flow of magic. They used
Feel the interaction between the multi-colored magic powers scattered in the corners of this world, and forge the wizard's 'sense of smell'. Over time, this set of methods has become the criterion for confrontation between spellcasters.
But at this moment, what is presented to the Storm Priests is an absolutely quiet realm. The symbol of Aidanlian, the power of the Storm Crow gives them a unique way to gaze at magic. However, they look through the Eye of the Storm.
All he saw was a blank space, like staring into an abyss. Surrounding the young man seemed to be a black hole, where the multi-colored magic was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
It's just that every time he finishes casting the spell, the sea of magic wakes up like a dormant dragon, but by that time it's too late. The magic that has formed a chain reaction is like an unbreakable chain, and passes through Luo Yu's hands.
, showed. A spell that cannot be counterattacked means a one-sided war. The priests of Crow Claw Temple seem to be playing a game that is destined to be unwinnable. They can only launch a brutal confrontation——
But the result of the confrontation is that the opponent can free up his hands to counterattack those spells that are a real threat to him, but they are unable to do anything against the same spells used by their opponent.
Luo Yu doesn't even allow his opponent to have protection. He often chooses to use the most efficient method, interrupting the opponent's protective spells, and then attacks. Attacks don't require any high-level spells. Sometimes an ice pick is enough to pierce the opponent.
A weak body.
Then an extremely spectacular scene appeared. The young elementalist held a staff and stood on the same spot. Facing the siege of twenty or thirty people, he still remained undefeated. And every time he took action, he would definitely kill someone. The priests
The spell is complicated, but if the casting time is too long, it will be interrupted, and if it is too short, it cannot penetrate the shield of the young elementalist.
"Holy shit, shit!"
Seeing this scene, the selectors among the adventurers had only one thought in their minds, and that was to scream, "Holy shit"; their thinking was even a little short-circuited for a moment, wondering if the Storm Priests had lost their minds and cooperated well and were acting.
, or is this another big guild promoting their newcomer?
But it would be a bit too real if it was just to build momentum. When they saw Mei, they didn't even think about using information crystals to record the previous scene, because there was really nothing to record, and those Crow Claw Knights
There is no match for Miss Knight at all, but at this moment, everyone picked up the crystal in unison. What they really thought at this moment was - are those Storm Priests the good guys of the new era who only take beatings without fighting back?
But of course the priests did not really have the spirit of self-sacrifice, they just complained about their sufferings. A few priests even secretly hid behind the knights, trying to hide their poor magic. But they suddenly saw a clockwork goblin coming from
The young man's hand flew up. At that moment, the priests raised their heads, with an indescribable look of sorrow and anger flashing in their eyes. There was only one thing they wanted to say in their hearts:
"Can't you afford it?"
The lady stood next to her husband and looked at the young man at the door. She remained silent and said nothing, but an undetectable and radiant light flashed through her eyes. And in her admiring look, there was another
There is a touch of tenderness in the mouth.
It seems that the young man who is still calm in the face of all enemies is no longer just a reflection of his own blood, but a kind of sustenance, a carrier of his ideals and splendor in his youth, and an eternal witness after that time. His silence
Silence is not resistance, but the son's silent recognition of his mother, who is the one who is following in their footsteps.
That is the person who really understands them, and that is her son——
She pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes, blinked, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and turned back. But all she saw was her husband looking at her tenderly, and the man said: "Xiaoyu...
…I’ve grown up…”
"But it's not nearly enough."
Luo Yu let out a sigh of relief.
"Xiaoyu, you can actually be more efficient. Several of the spells are unnecessary," her mother's serious voice came from behind, "The ah and von spells were created to save magic power. The caster must always pay attention to himself.
magic, but it’s not just a rigid dogma—”
Luo Yu was slightly startled and couldn't help but turn around.
There, his mother still looked at him with a straight face, "Saving magic power is not to save magic power, you should understand this, but to win. But sometimes defeating the enemy faster is also a way to achieve the same goal."
Luo Yu was stunned for a moment. A beam of lightning flew over and hit his shield. The sparks shattered. His eyes flashed slightly. What Karatu had passed down to him and Jita was different knowledge.
——Broad, as vast as the sea.
But now this is the meticulous experience of his mother, a former elementalist, a somewhat outstanding—but not yet a genius—spell caster. It seems to be a time recorded on quicksand, written
After the passing years of a person's prime, then tell him and listen to it through the mouths of people who have experienced it.
He was silent for a moment and then changed his strategy. He raised his hand and fired an ice pick in the direction of the lightning. A scream was immediately heard from the crowd there.
"Why is he casting spells faster?!"
Silent panic spread among the crowd. Trading magic for time was not an uncommon strategy, but applying it to the rules of magic taught to them by Karatu produced an effect of one plus one greater than two. Panic
It is normal that the priests among them failed to think of this for a while.
What's more, what they were more frightened about was actually another thing. The priests of the Crow's Claw Temple still didn't understand why they were facing such a situation - why it was blank. The multi-colored magic power was as quiet as under the stagnant water.
What he saw seemed to be a monster - what method did the young man use to conceal his magic power?
But the answer is actually very simple -
Nothing else, just a crystal.
The colorless magic power flows under the vast sea of ether, traveling silently in the gap that no one is aware of. It is like the first cry of a new force in the long history. And it is just a look back.
Before the time comes, it’s just a matter of bringing the gift that was born more than seven hundred years ago back to this world from the dust.
And that should be the original appearance of this world, magic power without attributes is still magic power.
Now everything is back to its original state.
After experiencing Alyssa and Luo Yu successively, the mercenary queue was in chaos, and the crossbowmen had no time to take care of themselves. The commander of the Crow Claw Temple tried to save the caster who was on the verge of collapse, and finally transferred a man from the front line.
Here come the knights.
But before they could get closer, they were caught off guard by arrows flying from the building on the other side of the street, and several of them fell down. Miss Nightingale appeared from behind the window there and gestured to this side.
made a gesture:
"The battle plan has changed."
Luo Yu raised his head and looked in that direction.
He saw Parker struggling to climb up to the second floor, setting up a heavy crossbow on the terrace there——
"What's going on?" he mouthed to Alyssa.
"Concentrate, Xiaoyu," her mother's serious voice came from behind again, "block the battlefield——"
Miss Nightingale was about to speak, but a ray of light had obscured Luo Yu's sight. Under the cover of the knights, the priests of the Crow's Claw Temple seized the opportunity to counterattack for the first time.
Luo Yu moved his gaze and looked over, but rarely, he did not obey his mother's instructions, but gently put down the staff in his hand. The light shining in the hands of the priests from far and near seemed to be woven into a big net.
It seemed that the next moment, he would be engulfed by the raging spell.
But wizards are called agents of magic, and they are often the first to feel the movement on the 'water'. Luo Yu's eyes were peaceful. On this complex battlefield, he had already heard the voice that was independent of everyone.
A 'sound outside of a spell.'
Low, spectacular, echoing under the magical sea, its pace is like a miracle.
That is not a power that wizards can achieve, it must come from an even older legend.
Only a moment slower than Luo Yu, Luo Yu's mother suddenly stopped talking. The former elemental lady's eyes showed surprise, she raised her head and looked at the building across the street, "This is...
"The Storm Priests finally reacted, but their spells had already flown out of their hands.
But the long wings stretched out from the shadows, and at that moment the winding lightning and flames hit a wall of feathers that looked like cast iron, falling apart and turning into ashes.
A shadow is extending rapidly along both sides of the street. They rise from the billowing smoke, forming the shape of wings. Like a pair of unfolded wings, rising from the ground, coming from the abyss, the dark
The wings covered everyone's sight, hiding Luo Yu behind them.
Sylvide raised her gun and put the commander of the Crow Claw Temple into the scope. She squinted her eyes and took aim for a while, but then put the gun down. "Why not shoot?" Ai Xiaoxiao asked a little curiously.
Asked her. Sylvide turned back to look at the confused little girl and smiled slightly.
"It's not yet time."
"Not yet?"
Ai Xiaoxiao looked surprised and was about to ask when the time would be. But at this moment, a sharp sound suddenly came from the air. It was like thousands of voices gathering together, piercing the air.
It was like piercing someone's eardrum. Ling Ai Xiaoxiao said "ouch" and covered her ears.
Sylvide also turned around and looked in that direction.
Under the inn, Siesta carried an unconscious Crow Claw Knight out from behind, entered the hall, and then threw the latter to the ground with a bang. The sudden scene scared everyone in the inn.
For a moment, they looked at the exaggerated arm armor on the maid's hand, and for a moment they were still thinking:
Who is this?
Mei had already put down the communication crystal in her hand, turned around, and said to the maid in a soft voice: "Shesta, you came just in time. I just received -"
But Siesta replied: "I already know."
"Then shall we go out, Siesta?"
Siesta looked at her and nodded.
Mei didn't waste any time. She immediately sheathed the holy sword, took the halberd from behind, and walked forward. This was the weapon she was familiar with, but she couldn't use it in the hotel lobby——
The Crow Claw Knights had already retreated, and no one was stopping them at this moment.
The adventurer looked at the two people, and they looked at each other again. They didn't want to cause trouble before, but now their mentality has changed. The Crow's Claw Temple's actions in the local area are not necessarily popular, but they lack
It's just a leader and an opportunity to resist. Adding insult to injury is actually something many people are willing to do.
There is no interest between the two parties, but there are some personal grudges.
The street was eerily quiet at the moment, noisy but silent. Everyone was looking up in one direction, so they didn't notice anyone walking out of the hotel. They were looking at the smoke and dust formed from the shadows.
In its shape, those huge wings almost covered half of the street.
And behind the smoke, there was a little red light flashing.
Parker lay on the terrace and watched this scene with his mouth wide open. He pressed the bandage on his face, then turned around and asked Miss Naturalist: "Jita, what the hell did you summon for them?
"
"I heard they feared the crow, an image of the storm..."
"... Its wings fly across the void, bringing disaster, its howl brings the only guidance in the night, its scarlet eyes, and the hanging blood and moon. Everything and everything in Terraeche
, are all reflections of death and shadow. When it comes, it will come in seven days..."
"...It is the lightless sea of abyss, and the time passing on it. It is about to be fulfilled, and what has been fulfilled, black ships are anchored at both ends of the storm... When the disaster comes, from it comes
The descendants are the descendants of the seven shadows. The light of the evil star flashing in the dark clouds should shine on this land..."
Jita pressed her pale little hand on the title page of the book. The ancient magic book seemed to be stained with a dark color, like ink.
Parker asked her loudly, "What is that?"
Jita thought for a moment before replying: "...it's a crow prophecy. It comes from a very ancient legend."
The Chisos worshiped the crow, but they have long since perished in history. Aitalia regarded the crow as a bad omen, and there were not many literary works describing it, but fortunately, she still remembered some.
But Parker looked at the rising shadow with an ugly expression on his face: "...Then can you not summon such a terrifying thing next time..."
"It's just a shadow, Parker."
Jita shook her head and softly read the last paragraph of the prophecy:
"...It has four wings, three claws, and a snake's tail. It is Terraeche, the King of Crows."
Four wings emerged from the rolling shadows, two black and two blood red. Its thick claws were more like those of a hound, with broken sores and pressed into the ground. There was also a bird claw emerging from
The dark feathers on the chest protruded out, drooped on the chest, and curled up.
Its tail rolled back from behind its claws, segment by segment, like a snake's skeleton, slowly dragging on the ground. The crow-like monster raised its head high, and behind the diffuse smoke were seven eyes, each
The eyes were shining with blood-red light.
The Storm Priests were the first to react. They stared at this image dumbfounded, murmuring to themselves and retreating:
"Terra'che, Terra'che..."
"That is the prophecy of the raven...the end of the raven has come..."
The knights also felt a little shaken, and the mercenaries, who had never seen this scene before, had already dispersed, screaming and retreating.
The commander of the Crow Claw Temple acted even more strangely when he saw this scene. He raised his head, as if looking at a god, and knelt down tremblingly; he neither ran away nor sought.
Instead of hiding, he prostrated his whole body on the ground, as if thinking of a supreme being and bowing his head.
But not many people in the crowd noticed this scene.
Alyssa stood at the window a little surprised and looked at the scene in front of her. It was originally just a real illusion created by Jita, trying to disturb the other party's attention, but she didn't expect the effect to be much better than imagined. But it was just right.
, she raised her head and looked at the sky.
There are also people looking at the sky.
…
Fang Yu looked at the group of people who appeared in front of him.
The leading man was wearing pitch black leather armor and his face was weathered. Looking at everyone after him, they looked like they did not live in this town. He had seen the refugees in the forest.
They look almost the same as the other party. But these people are much stronger than the refugees. They don't look sallow and thin, but almost tough.
"Who are you?"
"I guess you have guessed our identities, Mr. Ed," the man looked at him and smiled, "We are the redeemed." Behind the other party was a young man with a pale face, who seemed a little nervous.
She looked at him tensely and a little nervously, with a hint of uneasiness in her dark eyes.
Fang Yu looked at that person and couldn't help but be stunned. The other person was a Chosen One, but he didn't look like a Chosen One.
Fang Yu didn't expect that he would meet these people today after hearing about the origins of these people from Sha Ye yesterday. But what he was a little strange was, did everyone recognize their identity? He almost intuitively
I glanced at the young selector and instinctively felt that I was related to him.
The young man lowered his head timidly.
"I don't care who yours is," Fang Plover replied, "it's best not to stand in front of me now."
"We know what you are going to do. Your companions are in trouble," the man replied: "We have a common enemy, why not cooperate? Even if you repel the people from the temple, how can they give up?
There are so many people in this place, have you ever thought about what you should do next?"
"That has nothing to do with you."
"I guess you must think that you can leave this place," the man further said, "but what about Saya and the refugees in the forest?"
Fang Plover was startled and looked at the other party.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Let's help your companions solve their troubles first, Mr. Ed, and we'll talk about other things later."
Fang Yu glanced at the other person, nodded, and walked forward between the man and his men. The man turned around, thinking he had taken control of the situation, but the next moment, his expression changed.
Fang Plover walked through the open space they were walking toward, and a dark structure was quietly emerging at this moment. Fang Plover walked to these structures one by one, and then put down the communication crystal in his hand. He
He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, as if he was counting something silently.
A smiling voice came from the communication crystal: "If you don't come over here, the battle will be over, Mr. Captain."
Fang Yu pressed down the crystal.
"three……"
"two……"
"one."
There was a soft buzzing sound, and a small structure flashing with dark red light flew up from the Lancer. They formed a dense array and floated into the air, covering the sky and the sun in the shocked eyes of the man and everyone around him.
It flew in one direction.
That was the result of many days between him and Miss Tata, and it was also the first appearance of Silver Bee after its transformation.