"..." Lin Li has seen many people who defected before the battle, but this was the first time he saw someone who defected so completely. Thinking about how the three of them sang and sarcastically mocked each other just now, how well they cooperated with each other, and then look at
Seeing that this was adding insult to injury, he didn't hesitate at all.
"Go away." Lin Li really couldn't do anything to deal with such shameless things. In depression, he could only wave his hand irritably.
"Let's get out of here right now, get out of here right now..." came the sound of "get out of here", and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time. God bless, their lives were finally saved...
This guy who looks like a seventh-level magician is a pervert at all. Looking at Mathias lying on the ground, the two of them couldn't help but want to ask, is this guy really a human? Not to mention he is so strong that he is a pervert.
He is always ruthless. In the eyes of the two of them, this kind of person is undoubtedly the most terrifying, because you don’t know when you will provoke him, and you don’t know what reason he will use to kill you...
No one wants to have their limbs broken, and no one wants to lie on the ground like a shrimp.
Facing such a monster, you should run away as fast as you can...
Lin Li said, "Go away," and the two of them turned around and ran away without saying a word.
"Wait a minute..." But just halfway through, the voice of the God of Plague came from behind again.
At this moment, both of them were really scared.
"What...what's going on?" The two of them turned around, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.
Could it be that...that pervert has changed his mind again?
Thinking about Mathias, the two of them turned pale with fright. This guy is so perverted. If he changes his mind, wouldn't he be like Mathias?
"Carry the people away." Lin Li said after stopping them.
"Oh..." After hearing this sentence, the two people's hearts dropped suddenly.
They all let out a breath of cold air in unison, and the fear of surviving a disaster made them feel cold and wet on their vests, as if they had just been soaked in cold water...
After Lin Li finished all this, he bent down again, carefully lifted Ou Ling up, then turned around and urged Ma Sen, who was looking dully: "Brother Ma Sen, come and help me, this guy
too heavy……"
"Oh!" After being urged by him, Ma Sen reacted suddenly, but when he supported Ou Ling, Ma Sen still had a strange look on his face.
Both sides of the fight left one after another, leaving only a group of stunned onlookers.
Everyone's expressions were a little dull, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked at Lin Li and the others.
They always thought that the winner of this trial would be Gryffindor, but after this battle, their confidence was involuntarily shaken. Look at the strength of the guy who calls himself a seventh-level magician.
…
Can Gryffindor do it by instantaneously casting a burning fireball? Not to mention Gryffindor, even the instructors in charge of the trial, probably no one can do such an amazing thing.
Almost everyone is praying. In the final qualifying match, you must not encounter these three guys. If you must encounter them... just curse that pervert to cause some natural or man-made disaster...
This guy is simply a god of plague. If anyone encounters him, the end will definitely be worse than contracting the plague!
Lin Li had no idea about the curse cast by a group of onlookers. After helping Ou Ling into the house, he returned to his room alone.
Fractures are indeed a bit troublesome. Just one bottle of recovery potion may not completely cure them. If you want to heal them completely, you may need to add some ingredients...
Watching Lin Li enter the room, Ma Sen was still muttering to himself: "Damn it, I am also a level nine magician after all, why am I not as powerful as him?"
"Idiot!" Ou Ling's uninjured arm happened to be resting on his shoulder. Ma Sen's murmur was obviously heard by him. For a moment, Ou Ling really didn't know what to say.
Tell him what is good.
How could the strength shown by that guy just now be achieved by a seventh-level magician?
Needless to say, those two weird burning fireballs had already subverted the common sense of magic. Even if Ou Ling wanted to, he couldn't explain why.
The last four arcane missiles alone were enough to make Ouling re-examine this strange teammate.
Arcane missile is a real second-level magic. Below the level of magician, there is no possibility of instant casting. This means that this guy who claims to be a seventh-level magician actually has the strength of at least level 10 or above.
And that's at least...
As for this guy's true strength, even Ou Ling had to admit that he couldn't see through it at all. He could only guess based on the previous battle that he might be at the top of level 12, or he might have just entered level 13. In short...
...he will never be a seventh-level magician like he claims to be...
As soon as Ma Sen helped him lie down on the bed, he was scolded inexplicably. The anger he had just suppressed suddenly came up again: "Damn, don't think that you are injured, I don't dare to beat you..."
"try it yourself. "
"Damn, you win..." Ma Sen glared at Ou Ling for a long time, and finally had to admit: "I really don't dare to beat a cripple..."
"You are said to be an idiot, but you still don't believe it..." A rare smile appeared on Ou Ling's coffin face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Can't you see that my injury is almost healed?"
"Ah?" Ma Sen was stunned, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Ou Ling's broken arm.
Then he saw Ou Ling raise his hand casually. Although his expression was still a little painful, there was absolutely no doubt that the broken arm had been reattached.
"This...how is this possible?" Mason's eyes were as big as a bull's eye.
The scene before him was like a magic trick to him.
When he helped Ou Ling go upstairs just now, he could see clearly. Whether it was the painful look on his face or the strange angle of his arms, these things couldn't be fake anyway. Ma Sen even dared to bet with his head.
, Ou Ling's right hand was indeed broken.
It only took a few minutes before and after, how could it be possible to heal so quickly?
Ma Sen looked a little strange. He really wanted to ask Ou Ling, is your boy a slime?
"That's why I said, you are an idiot. "
"Oh shit……"
"If you weren't an idiot, how could you still regard Feyre as a seventh-level magician?"
Mason was surprised when he heard this: "Isn't it?"
"Nonsense..." Ou Ling seemed to have changed a lot since he was injured. Not only did he have more expressions on his face, but he also seemed to talk more than usual. It was rare for him to hear Ma Sen ask such an idiotic question.
He didn't curse, but rolled his eyes helplessly: "Have you ever seen a seventh-level magician who can beat a twelfth-level magician into a cripple?"
"Twelve-level magician!" Ma Sen was startled, and his expression looked extremely strange: "You mean, that Mathias..."
"Otherwise you think..."
"Madias is a twelfth-level magician, so isn't Feyre..." Ma Sen felt that he was going crazy. He always thought that his strength as a ninth-level magician would not be exceeded in this trial.
He was already considered a leader, but he didn't expect that today was only the first day when he saw a level 12 magician. Moreover, this level 12 magician was easily beaten to a disability by his teammates...
"It should be level thirteen. "
"..." After hearing this terrifying level, Ma Sen almost collapsed.
Damn... is there any natural reason for this? We are all magicians, so why is there such a big gap? Speaking of which... this guy seems to be younger than me...
It wasn't just Mason who nearly collapsed.
Compared with him, Ou Ling is actually not much better.
It's just that his natural personality makes him behave more calmly.
It is no exaggeration to say that Ou Ling is a true genius.
In the Rodante Magic Guild, he was even called the most outstanding genius magician in three hundred years.
When he became an official magician at the age of twelve, he even alarmed the Supreme Council. Even the Supreme Council sent a great magician to congratulate the Rotterdam Magic Guild and congratulate them on having a true magic genius.
In the following ten years, Ou Ling never slacked off. His unparalleled talent and hard work allowed Ou Ling to break through to the level of a magician at the age of twenty-one.
Ou Ling always thought that apart from Gryffindor, who had defeated him, he was the number one magic genius in the Kingdom of France...
But today, this magic genius suffered blows one after another.
First he was defeated by Mathias, and then he witnessed Feyre's performance...
Before, Mathias could barely make sense. After all, he was three years older than him, and there was only a slight difference in strength between the two. The reason why he lost in the end was just because of a small mistake.
But Feyre's abnormal performance completely subverted his previous concepts.
A thirteenth-level mage who is only twenty years old... Is there anyone more terrifying than this in the world?