Hearing what Ma Sen said, Lin Li suddenly remembered that the middle-aged man in front of him was the one who assigned trial instructors to everyone in the guild hall yesterday. At that time, Lin Li felt that he looked familiar, but he never knew him.
I thought about where this guy came from.
The middle-aged man walked out from between the trees and stared directly at Lin Li: "Is your name Fei Lei?"
There was a bit of condescension in the hoarse voice, and it sounded like he was interrogating a prisoner.
But the other party was the trial instructor after all. Although Lin Li was dissatisfied, he suppressed his anger and replied respectfully: "Yes sir."
The middle-aged man nodded and didn't say anything more. He just looked at Lin Li with eyes that became more and more fierce.
"Teacher Huo Lun, this guy is the one who injured Mathias!" Seeing the ugly expression on the face of the trial instructor, the two guys who were good at adapting to the situation immediately guessed something. They suddenly changed from nodding and bowing yesterday.
He was filled with righteous indignation now. If he hadn't witnessed their ugly behavior yesterday, Lin Li might have thought that these two guys were really loyal and wanted to stand up for Mathias.
It's a pity... That kick yesterday betrayed everything.
"Magic Feyre, is this true?" Huo Lun's expression showed a hint of sternness.
"Yes, Mr. Hollen."
Lin Li was honest and recognized him easily.
Anyway, the witnesses and physical evidence are all there, so even if you want to deny it, you can't deny it.
"Today's young people are indeed more promising than us old guys, haha..." The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, but his eyes were always fixed on Lin Li: "The Olanna Magic Guild clearly stipulates that guild magic
Private fights between masters are strictly prohibited, Magician Ferre, did no one tell you?"
"Is there such a thing?"
"It seems that your memory is not very good, but it doesn't matter. After you live in the guild dungeon, you will have enough time to recall. Now - as the arbiter of the Oranna Magic Guild, I announce that I will arrest you for harming my colleagues.
You, if you have anything to say, you can leave it to the guild dungeon, because... you may stay there for a long time."
"Why did you take away Fei Lei?" Ma Sen stood forward, guarding Lin Li behind him, with an extremely determined look on his face.
Ou Ling did not speak, but silently looked forward and took a step, and this step allowed him to firmly protect his roommate with his body.
"You two are Ou Ling from Rotterdam and Ma Sen from Thousand Sails City, right?" Huolun showed a contemptuous smile on his face: "Why, do you also want to live in the dungeon with him?"
"Damn it, are you being unreasonable?" Ma Sen flushed with anger and pointed a finger at Huolun: "When Mathias injured Ouling, why didn't anyone arrest him and put him in the dungeon? Now it's his turn
Feyre, is he hurting his colleagues?"
"He was injured by Mathias? Masen...can you tell me where Mathias injured him?"
"Right hand! Mathias broke his right hand with an arcane missile!"
"Mason, do you mean... Mathias first used an arcane missile to break Ouling's right hand, and then Feyre took action and used an arcane missile to break Mathias's limbs?
"
"Yes, that's it!"
"Ouling, can you let me see your right hand?"
When Huo Lun said this, Ma Sen was stunned for a moment.
The three of them lived in the same room. How could he not know that Ou Ling's right hand had already recovered after drinking the bottle of potion? How could he tell if he showed it to Huolun now?
What comes?
"Don't look anymore." Just when Masen was in a dilemma, Lin Li stood up from behind him, staring at Huolun's right hand: "I injured Mathias, it has nothing to do with the two of them.
I can go back with you, but Mr. Hollen, can I take the liberty to ask, what do you call Bartholomew?"
On Huolun's right hand, a ring inlaid with rubies was emitting faint magic fluctuations.
"I am Bartholomew's father."
"Sure enough..." Lin Li nodded, with a look of understanding on his face.
It wasn't until that moment that Lin Li suddenly understood.
Why did he think this middle-aged man looked familiar? It turned out to be because he looked very similar to Bartholomew, especially the ruby ring he wore on his hand. Lin Li was really impressed.
At the banquet at the City Lord's Mansion, I almost got injured under this ruby ring.
What Mathias, what hurting colleagues is just an excuse...
Even if he doesn't break Mathias' limbs, he can still find other excuses to avenge his son. After all... this is the Oranna Magic Guild, which is Aldwin's sphere of influence. The president's son wants to find him.
Trouble, there are really too many ways to avoid it.
"It seems you have guessed it..." There was a hint of joy in Huo Lun's smile. Ever since Bartholol came back from Garros, he had been thinking about revenge for his son all the time.
I have lived for more than fifty years, but I only have one son. He values more than my own life. I have never scolded or hit him since I was a child, and I can't even bear to say harsh words to him.
But he didn't expect that he would come back with two broken fingers after being asked to go to Garros. If his father Odwin hadn't stopped him, Huo Lun would have gone to Garros himself to find the murderer named Feyre.
God has eyes...
Huo Lun never expected that this Feyre would be sent by the Garros Magic Guild for this trial of the Supreme Council.
Now that you've come to Oranna, don't even think about going back alive...
Huo Lun has even thought about it. As long as he is imprisoned in the dungeon, he will immediately use all kinds of connections to make sure that he suffers the most painful torture in the shortest time and dies.
"Unfortunately, I did guess it..." Lin Li smiled, stretched out his hand and took out his staff.
When things have reached this point, there is no need to say more. This simple action can explain everything.
If he hadn't guessed Huolun's identity, Lin Li might have followed him back for investigation, but now that he knew that he was Bartholon's father, how could Lin Li allow himself to fall into his hands? Even if Aldwin Station
So what if he is on his side? Once he falls into the hands of Huo Lun, he will have ten thousand ways to kill him without telling Aldwin. This is too simple...
"It seems that you plan to resist to the end." Huo Lun glanced at Lin Li, and then his eyes fell on Ma Sen and Ou Ling: "What about you? Are you planning to resist with him?"
"Idiot." Ou Ling spat out two words coldly.
"Haha, good call!" Ma Sen, who has always hated these two words, finally agreed with him for the rare time today.
Huo Lun was not very angry. With his current strength and status, except for the murderer who hurt Bartholomew, ordinary offenses were not enough to make him angry. He just nodded: "Since you want to talk to him
Let's go to the guild dungeon together and I can give you this opportunity."
As soon as Huolun's hoarse voice fell, the three of them suddenly felt a huge pressure coming from them, and the source of the pressure was the middle-aged man in black robe. At this time, Huolun was much better than before.
It's completely different, with a powerful aura exuding from every part of his body.
Even Lin Li, who had just broken through level 13, felt breathless under this pressure. This was the purest form of power suppression. Huo Lun did not chant any spells or cast any spells. He just relied on
The outward release of magical power is enough to suppress these three young magicians who are not weak in strength.
"At least level 17..." Under such pressure, Lin Li had the most intuitive feeling about the opponent's strength. Aldwin's son was indeed not that powerful. Compared with the likes of Gray's old Merlin,
It's simply not the same level.
"You guys..." Lin Li opened his mouth, trying to persuade Ma Sen and Ou Ling. After all, they were going against a seventeenth-level great mage. If they were not careful, they would be in danger of being shattered to pieces.
But when the words came to his lips, they turned into a bitter smile. Forget it, it all depends on luck...
What the seventeenth-level great mage possesses is simply inhuman power. Just the magic power released is enough to trigger a terrifying elemental storm in the woods. The strong wind stirs up fallen leaves all over the sky, and a mixture of sand, dust, and mud.
A piece of it hit a person's face like a knife. Standing in the center of this elemental storm, Huo Lun's square face was filled with the joy of revenge.
Huo Lun tightly held the staff in his hand, and the long and complicated chanting of spells echoed in the woods for a long time...
Feeling the terrifying flow of magic power, Lin Li's heart gradually sank. This was at least level 15 magic. With his level 13 strength, not to mention delusional resistance, he even used magic feedback to terminate it.
None of the qualifications are met.
At this moment, Lin Li suddenly heard an old voice coming from the woods.