This time, Lin Li's game was ranked last. Seeing that it was still early, Lin Li was not too anxious. While chatting with Mason Ouling next to him, he calmly waited for the results of the other two games.
The second person to play was Gryffindor, the number one magic genius in France. He continued his eye-catching performance in the previous game and won this game in less than two minutes. He came from Starlight City.
The thirteenth-level wizard of the guild had no ability to fight back in front of Gryffindor. He was beaten from beginning to end. There was no control and no detours. Some were just explosions. The explosions from beginning to end were just like that.
Like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, this thirteenth-level mage was swept out of the top six in this final.
When the referee announced the winner, Dawn Square fell silent.
At least half of the thousands of magicians in the audience were re-examining the number one magic genius in France. Everyone knew that he was very strong, but many people did not expect that he could be so strong.
Looking at the match just now, the strength displayed by both sides was at least two levels apart. Gryffindor easily defeated its opponent without even using its brain.
Many people couldn't believe that such a disparity in strength could actually appear between two young magicians who were both in their twenties.
You must know that those participating in the finals this time are all elites from various guilds. The worst and worst are all tenth-level wizards. There is no weakling at all. Gryffindor won so easily, which only shows that his strength has already improved.
It's incredibly strong.
"Why is this kid so powerful..." Hoffman looked at Gryffindor in the distance and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"I've advised you before, but you didn't listen..." Herza glanced at him sympathetically, thinking that this damn fat man was probably going to be in trouble. Just by looking at the nervous look on his face, he knew that this time
The bet placed by the Glitter Gold Chamber of Commerce is definitely not small. If Gryffindor really wins the final, the odds are 4 to 1, and the damn fat guy Hoffman will have to cry...
In Herza's opinion, the Flash Gold Merchant Guild has definitely lost money this time.
What kind of strength Gryffindor is, among the thousands of spectators present, Herza probably knows best. Gryffindor's mentor, Northam, one of the top ten controllers of the Supreme Council, is not an ordinary person.
, even in the Supreme Council, he can definitely be regarded as a legendary figure. From a member of a remote magic guild to one of the top ten controllers of the Supreme Council, it only took twenty years. Today's Northam,
Regardless of his strength or skill, he can be said to be an outstanding figure in the Supreme Council. How can the disciples he has taught be comparable to ordinary young magicians?
This fat guy, Hoffman, is a little too courageous. He actually dares to win an upset in this kind of competition. Why doesn't he think about it? With Noson's character, how could he allow his only disciple to fail?
As a member of the Supreme Council, Herza naturally understands better than others how many appalling secrets this council, which controls the fate of magicians in Anriel, hides. How can a businessman know the inside story?
Can you understand? Even Herza himself has to admit that what he has learned in the Supreme Council for decades is just some superficial knowledge. Only those like Northam or Anduin have successfully competed for arbitration.
Only those who are in the position of the author have the opportunity to come into contact with the real core secrets.
"Purchase money to buy a lesson..." Herza's eyes moved away from Hoffman and fell on the young magician who was chatting with two roommates on the edge of Dawn Square. She couldn't help but sigh secretly.
This young man is a real genius, and his incredible method of casting amazes even himself. Unfortunately, he met Gryffindor and was destined to fail to win the finals this time.
Nowadays, Gryffindor has far surpassed the average young magician. Not to mention those young people in their twenties, even in the entire Oranna Magic Guild, there are only a few people such as Aldwin Medellin.
Only then can I dare to say that I can definitely defeat him. Others, even Dallion and his ilk, may not be so sure. Such strength is no longer comparable to that of ordinary young magicians.
"What a pity..." Herza shook his head, looking a little regretful. In fact, if you really want to say it, the Garros magician named Feyre is the most suitable person to win the finals, not just because of his outstanding talent.
, and also because he was born in Garros, a small and remote guild, and his background is far less complicated than Gryffindor. Even if a new guild is established in the Breeze Plains in the future, it will not become an insurmountable problem.
But Gryffindor is different. His mentor is Northam, who hopes to become an arbiter. Once he wins this final, countless ulterior things will arise between the new guild and the new arbiter.
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It's a pity that Gryffindor is too strong this year.
Although the young magician named Fei Lei is equally powerful, if he wants to become the final winner, he may have to wait for another trial three years later.
"Bah!" Hoffman curled his lips, not believing what Herza said at all.
In fact, at this time, even Hoffman himself had to admit that in terms of pure strength, Gryffindor was indeed stronger, but Hoffman still insisted that Gryffindor would definitely lose this game.
Competition, because he knew very well that the young magician named Fei Lei, in addition to being a great magician, was also a master of medicine!
In a magician's battle, a bottle of potion can determine the outcome, let alone a potion master?
The two of them each had their own ideas, and they both refused to give in to each other. They both insisted that they were right. They were arguing with each other, and their faces turned red.
At this time, Mathias had already walked onto Dawn Square...
Seeing Mathias play, Lin Li immediately became energetic.
"I want to see if you dare to be slutty again..." With this thought in mind, Lin Li watched the battle seriously.
Then, he froze...
Mathias in this match was like a different person. He came up with a storm of attacks. With his extremely fast spell casting, he suppressed the opponent so much that he couldn't even release any magic feedback.
, the surging magic elements seemed to be boiling, filling the Dawn Square with a fiery atmosphere. Mathias tried his best to persuade every attack, and there was no defense from the beginning to the end.
When he used a flame storm to force his opponent into a blind corner, Lin Li suddenly discovered that this guy didn't even have an elemental shield...
"Holy shit, this guy is so arrogant..." Lin Li was dumbfounded. Compared with the previous wretchedness, this game was just sparks flying. It was a violent style from beginning to end. If it weren't for Gryffindor,
If he were standing not far from him, Lin Li would even think that Mathias was actually looking for Gryffindor to take action in this game.
That poor twelfth-level mage only cast one spell from beginning to end.
That's an elemental shield...
At this only moment when the magic was broken by Mathias, his game came to an end. Mathias didn't even look at him and just blasted him with an air burst.
There was a muffled sound of "bang". Just when the elemental shield was broken, the poor twelfth-level magician was directly hit by an air burst. It felt like being hit hard on the chest by a hammer.
Suddenly, the person's vision went dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the stone slabs on Dawn Square a bright red...
"The winner of this match is Mathias from the Sunrise City Guild!"
Lin Li glanced at the injured level 12 mage from a distance, and couldn't help but smile to himself. Although Mathias' strength has improved by leaps and bounds, his mind is still as small as before. He used air bursts to defeat his opponents twice.
The magic pattern laid by Devin can only reduce magic damage, but it cannot offset the impact of air burst. In this special environment, if you want to hurt your opponent, the low-level magic of air burst has become the most effective method...
Both the previous Sarson and this poor twelfth-level mage were seriously injured when they were blasted out of Dawn Square.
"Feire, it's your turn!" When the referee read Lin Li's name, Medellin on the side couldn't wait to urge him. The old man was in a good mood. Two of the three trial apprentices entered the top six.
Such achievements were enough for him to brag about for quite some time.
"come on!"
"Good job!"
"Yes!" Lin Li slowly walked to the center of Dawn Square amid the cheers of his two roommates.
Gala, who came from the Magic Guild of Longwang City, had been waiting there early. He was still wrapped tightly in a black robe, and his face was as pale as a dead person. When Lin Li stepped forward,
It can be clearly seen that there is no expression on Gala's pale face, as if he is wearing a mask.
Lin Li stared at him for a long time, unable to imagine that this was the man who Ma Sen said had known about peeking at little girls bathing since he was ten years old...
What puzzled Lin Li the most was that the magic waves emanating from Gala seemed to be completely different from most magicians he had seen. It was a cold and depressing atmosphere, just like the one in Shadow Valley.
At that time, it felt like being surrounded by countless undead. If Lin Li had to name a similar person, I'm afraid it could only be Senderos, whom he had just met a few days ago, and this half-human, half-undead monster.
, which is somewhat similar to the Gala in front of me.
Lin Li knew that this was the real aura of death, just like the high-level vampires in the Valley of Shadows, or the corpse witches. Only magicians like Senderos, who had been dealing with various undead creatures all year round, had this scent in them.
It emits such a strong smell of death.
However, even the aura of death exuding from Senderos was far less intense than the Gala in front of him.
This discovery shocked Lin Li./
Senderos is the real Lord of the Undead. He has broken through the legendary realm many years ago. Even a figure like Anduin has to admit that Senderos is powerful. Gala is just a level fourteener.
He's just a magician. How could the aura of death exuding from him be stronger than that of a character like Senderos?
Lin Li couldn't understand at all how a guy who took pleasure in watching little girls bathing could exude such a strong aura of death. But he had never heard of the Magic Guild of Yuanwang City and what achievements it had made in undead magic...
etc……
"Could it be because of the trial in Shadow Valley?" A thought suddenly came to Lin Li's mind.
That’s right, it’s the Shadow Valley Trial!
The more Lin Li thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. When he first came to Oranna, twenty-four trial apprentices gathered in the guild hall, but Lin Li had never felt that anyone had a strong aura of death. In other words
, Gala at that time should still be normal, and in the next two months, the only thing that could be related to the undead was naturally the trial in Shadow Valley...
All kinds of thoughts popped up in Lin Li's mind one by one. When he thought about Gala again, his heart couldn't help but tighten. If it was as he guessed, Gala now might no longer be the same person.
That fourteenth-level mage has a stronger aura of death than Senderos, how can he be kidding?
Lin Li tightened the sky staff in his hand and stared at Gala with his eyes. His mental power had been pushed to the limit by him. The surging magic elements rolled up and down, setting off a magic storm in Dawn Square. Lin Li was stunned.
Seriousness was written on his face, because he knew very well that when faced with this half-human, half-undead monster, a single oversight might leave lifelong regrets.
This was not just a game, he had to give his full strength.
Gala stood there expressionless, with a dead face, still without a trace of expression. He was holding a fire staff, but the magic fluctuations emanating from it were different from the fire magic.
It doesn't matter at all. Lin Li, who had stayed in Shadow Valley for seven days, knew that it was the purest power of death.
Just when Lin Li was facing a formidable enemy, Gala, who was holding the staff, suddenly moved...
"Great Immortal King, you are finally back..." Gala's voice was hoarse and low. Of the thousands of people in Dawn Square, perhaps only Lin Li could clearly hear what he was saying.
"No... the Immortal King?" Lin Li's heart tightened. Could this be some sort of summoning technique for the undead?
Then he saw a black smoke rising from Gala's body, and then like a plague, it instantly filled the entire Dawn Square. The powerful aura of death made Lin Li lose control of his body in an instant.
In an instant, all that was heard was wailing, crying, roaring, and low moaning. Countless sounds blended into one, and the entire Dawn Square seemed to have turned into a purgatory on earth in an instant.