How could Hoffman tell him such a thing? This kind of genius pharmacist may not emerge for hundreds of years. The more power he has, the more he will be a competitor. Even though Hoffman never mentioned it,
But he had already made plans in his mind. What method should he think of to draw this young man into the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce?
That potion formula was a test. As a businessman, he knew how to make detours and build trust better than the likes of Jonathan Enroth.
I have to admit that Hoffman is indeed shrewd. After the exchange meeting, there are at least ten forces that want to win over Lin Li. But at present, there are only a few that are really promising, including Hoffman's Flash.
Gold Chamber of Commerce.
He used the power of Ten Thousand Curses to build friendships, and also used the soul-drying curse to sell a huge favor. As long as nothing unexpected happened, Hoffman believed that the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce he represented would have the greatest opportunity among all the forces.
Zhi, this is a 20-year-old Pharmacy Master. If you give him ten years, it can be said that becoming a Pharmacy Master is just around the corner. By that time, who dares to point fingers at the Glitter Gold Chamber of Commerce?
Seeing the opportunity, Hoffman was as guarded against Herza as if he were guarding against a thief.
This old man represents the Supreme Council. In terms of status, when Ferre joins the Garros Magic Guild, he is equivalent to joining the Supreme Council. If this old man digs a corner, it will be much easier than him. He only needs one step.
After the paper order was issued, many forces, including the two major temples, could only watch helplessly as the genius pharmacist joined the Supreme Council.
"I can't tell you even if I kill you..." Hoffman gritted his teeth secretly, but his fat face was full of confusion: "If you ask me, who should I ask? I'm not from the Magic Guild, how could I know?
Where did he come from? Old guy, please stop being so suspicious..."
"Don't come here..." Herza didn't believe it at all. He knew this damn fat man very well, and he seemed to be loyal and honest, but secretly he was full of evil. If there was one truth in ten sentences, it would be regarded as the conscience of this damn fat man.
Found.
"This is a trade secret, you can't tell me even if you ask me!"
This time, Hoffman simply cheated. No matter what Herza asked, he always used business secrets to explain it away. As a result, the dignified controller of the Supreme Council had no way to deal with him. The only thing Herza could do was
Could you be glaring at Hoffman fiercely and cursing in your mind, "If you don't tell me, won't I see it myself?"
While the two were talking, the battle in Dawn Square also ended.
Aldwin stood up from the VIP seat: "The winner of the first game is Feyre from the Garros Magic Guild!"
"Hua Hua Hua..."
There was thunderous applause in Dawn Square, and thousands of magicians stood up in unison, paying tribute to the winner of this game with warm applause and cheers.
In the world of magic, the strong are always worthy of respect.
For the truly powerful, magicians will never be stingy with their applause.
The game just now was so beautiful. Although from the beginning to the end, the young man from Garos always used some low-level magic, but among the thousands of magicians present, how many of them were blind?
How could you not see what these low-level magics mean?
Ever since the insidious ice storm, everyone has known that this young man's spell-casting skills are no worse than those of many great magicians. Although the elemental structure of the ice storm is simple, it cannot be changed at will. There is no need for magic.
Without a deep understanding of the essence and precise control of magic power, who dares to take such a risk? If you are not careful, the magic power will backfire, let alone someone like him who can easily release this ice storm without any lag at all.
Got out.
Of course, the final result was not ideal...
But this has nothing to do with magic. Battle mages are inherently different, not to mention a battle mage with barbarian blood. They are born with unparalleled brute strength and frightening magic resistance, especially when they add it to themselves.
After adding various buff magics, this resistance will reach an outrageous level.
Those battle mages in the legend are monsters that can forcefully absorb magic below level ten with their bodies. Thinking about it this way, Loken holding on to three ice picks is actually nothing...
What's more, the subsequent magic dispersion and flame storm are the real highlights of the entire game.
If I had to use one word to describe everyone's feelings, I'm afraid it can only be - "amazing".
Flame Storm Level 8 and Magic Dispelling Level 5. The difficulty of using these two magics at the same time makes even great magicians daunted. To master this almost abnormal spell-casting technique, it will take several years or even decades.
After repeated study, only in this way can it be possible to divide the mental power into two parts, control two kinds of magic at the same time, and cast two different magics in a subconscious state. This process seems to be very simple.
, but the dangers in it are like dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will end up being shattered to pieces.
Among the thousands of magicians in the audience, there are many people above the level of great wizards, but at this moment, few of them dare to pat their chests and say that they can play such a superb game like this young magician.
Spellcasting skills.
No one will think there is anything wrong with paying tribute to such a person with applause.
"Fare, well done!" Seeing his roommate win easily, Ma Sen was even happier than he had won.
"I just happened to seize the opportunity..." Lin Li smiled and asked Ma Sen casually: "How is it? When will your game start?"
"Don't worry about the third game. Don't I know what kind of strength that guy Larry has? It's too easy to beat him. When I get to the second round, let's see if that old guy still dares to curse me..."
"Idiot, it's a good thing to have confidence, but it's wrong to not understand the situation..."
No one knew when Medellin came over. This old guy was like a ghost. He appeared quietly behind Ma Sen, scaring Ma Sen so much that he was speechless on the spot...
"You, you, you... aren't you at the VIP table?"
"Idiot, Feyre won so beautifully. How can I, the trial instructor, not come over and give you a few compliments? But you better be careful. I'm not joking with you. That guy Larry came back from Shadow Valley.
After that, I made frightening progress, and my current strength is probably as good as yours."
"Really or not?" Mason was a little dumbfounded. The expression on the old man's face really didn't seem like he was joking. Could it be that Larry, that guy, has really made such great progress recently? Why am I so unlucky? I thought I picked up something.
Soft guy, but I didn’t expect that this soft guy actually took medicine!
"You'll know when the game starts..." After Medellin gloated, he glanced at Dawn Square again: "Yeah, that little bastard from Gryffindor seems to be on the field..."
"Oh?" Lin Li followed Medellin's gaze and saw Gryffindor walking to the center of Dawn Square with a smile on his face and a staff in hand. His opponent, who was also Lin Li's acquaintance, was
During the Shadow Valley trial, one of Sarson's teammates, Frederick, once wanted to attack Lin Li.
When he saw that his opponent was Frederick, Lin Li immediately lost interest. This guy was only level 11 in strength despite the odds. He was like an ant in front of Gryffindor. He expected to figure out Gryffindor in this game.
The details of Fendo are nothing more than idle dreams/
In fact, this was the common thought of everyone present - including Frederick himself.
When he stood in front of Gryffindor, Frederic was really desperate. He never thought that he would be so unlucky and win the lottery of Gryffindor.
The man in front of him is the number one magic genius in France. He broke through to the level of a great mage in his twenties. Although he has improved tremendously since he came back from Shadow Valley, he is now only at the peak level of the eleventh level.
What chance does Gryffindor have of winning? They can crush themselves to death with just one finger...
"G...Gryffindor Magician, please show mercy..." Probably only Frederick himself knew that this sentence was really not a polite word, he really hoped that Gryffindor would show mercy.
"Magic Frederick is too humble." Gryffindor smiled and didn't say much. He just slowly took two steps back, slightly increasing the distance between the two parties, and at the same time signaled to the referee that he was ready.
alright.
"It seems that both trial apprentices are ready, so the competition begins now!"
Almost at the same time as the referee's voice fell, Frederick began to chant the spell. The voice coming out of his mouth was fast and fast, and even sounded a little hoarse. The magic fluctuations surrounding him seemed extremely disordered, and even
Lin Li, who had no intention of paying attention to the battle, felt that this Frederick was on the verge of a backlash of magic power. His spell chanting speed was too fast. Almost one of every three characters was compressed. This
But for a magician to do something that only a great magician can do, it is almost the same as seeking death.
However, Frederick had no choice.
In terms of strength, he was far different from Gryffindor. The only thing he could do was to use an extraordinary magic to gain a slim chance for himself when the battle had just begun and the two sides were still on the same starting line.
.
It's a pity that Gryffindor didn't even give him this chance.
Frederick was just halfway through chanting the spell when he suddenly felt as if the magic power in his body was blocked...
"Oops, how can magic feedback be so fast?" Frederick's heart tightened, and his fat face suddenly turned pale. He couldn't figure out why Gryffindor's magic feedback was so fast. It didn't happen at all.
At the slightest sign of casting a spell, it was as if the magic feedback was released just by the thought.