Chapter two hundred and sixty-four forbearance and tolerance
Chapter 264: Endure it again and again
However, it soon became a matter of patience.
Pyroblasts were fired one after another, causing the source water shield to collapse. In order to continue to maintain the source water shield, Gryffindor had to use most of its magic power, so that an eight-second chant of thunder and lightning was enough to
It took a minute, and during this period of time, Gryffindor had been enduring the indiscriminate bombardment of Pyroblast...
Whenever Pyroblast exploded on the source water shield, Gryffindor could only comfort himself, it was nothing, let him be arrogant first, and he would be unlucky when his magic power was exhausted, so Gryffindor
Fendo has been waiting, waiting for the moment when the opponent's magic power is exhausted...
But……
Gryffindor soon discovered that things were far from being as simple as he imagined. The magic power of this Garros hillbilly seemed to be never used up. Ever since he broke out of the ice, he had been using pyrotechnics on himself.
During the bombing, one minute passed, two minutes passed, and it has been three full minutes now. He has not even stopped chanting spells. A rough calculation shows that the pyrotechnics that exploded on his body are at least twenty.
More than...
The audience was completely excited, and almost everyone was shouting loudly.
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
"Come on, young man, one more, one more!"
The cheers sounded neat and rhythmic, just like a well-trained cheerleading team. The entire atmosphere of Dawn Square was completely ignited by these twenty pyrotechnics, and everyone was immersed in a kind of excitement.
In the shock and excitement, before the game started, no one thought that they would have the opportunity to become a witness to history.
Look, a magician who is less than twenty years old has unleashed twenty pyrotechnics. This feat alone is enough to make him famous in the history of Anriel magic. Everyone can even imagine that,
Many years later, when every instructor teaches his disciples the Pyroblast Technique, they will probably mention that many, many years ago, a young great mage named Feyre was in a place called Dawn Square.
He blasted out more than twenty pyrotechnics in one go!
The magicians who were immersed in shock and excitement had no time to take into account the mood of Gryffindor. At this time, Magician Ferre was everything. He was the most dazzling star in the entire Dawn Square. Thousands of magicians
They helped him count the number of Pyroblasts in unison, and saluted him with applause and cheers.
At this time, even Herza, who was supposed to remain neutral, stood up with an expectant look on his face. As for Hoffman next to him, he even leaned half of his body out of the VIP seat while cheering loudly and without grace.
, while applauding the young magician desperately...
"Are you still not a human?" Gryffindor almost wanted to vomit blood. This Feyre was so perverted. Twenty Pyroblasts were blasted out, but he didn't even take a breath and still chanted unhurriedly.
The spell is still to release a fireball the size of a washbasin as soon as you raise your hand...
The whole game was like a performance by one person. He kept singing, casting spells, and blasting out pyrotechnics one after another, while he could only act like a clown, desperately trying to maintain the source of water protection.
If the shield is not blasted away, an occasional counterattack will only scratch the surface. The only effect is probably to cause ripples in the elemental shield...
Gryffindor really thought about it and couldn't figure it out. How could a normal human do such a perverted thing? The consumption of Pyroblast is so high that it is almost equivalent to two Flame Storms. Even if there are many people above level 16
The great magician would not dare to choose this magic to forcefully break open the shield, let alone this young magician who has not even broken through level 16?
So much so that Gryffindor even secretly wondered if this guy had any magic-recovering equipment on him?
But no, even the equipment that restores magic power cannot be so powerful. This is a continuous pyrotechnic. Unless it is a real artifact, what equipment can restore so much magic power?
When the twentieth Pyroblast was unleashed, Gryffindor was truly in despair...
He couldn't figure out how an ordinary trial match could reach this level. What is the background of this Garros country bumpkin named Feyre? How could he be so perverted? He couldn't be killed even if he was frozen for thousands of miles.
He said that he could actually cast Pyroblasts instantly. Okay, okay, let's just do it instantly. I just tolerated it. But as if the instantaneous casts were not enough, he blasted out twenty Pyroblasts in one breath.
…
Are you here specifically to play with me?
Gryffindor was almost driven crazy. The pyrotechnics were fired one after another, as if they would never stop. Even though Gryffindor was holding on to the Source Water Shield, he felt a little overwhelmed.
But the opponent had no intention of stopping at all - not only did he not want to stop, but he also continued to blast harder and harder...
Yes, the opponent's casting speed is indeed getting faster and faster.
The magicians in the audience may not feel it very much, but Gryffindor, who is at the center of the storm, clearly feels that the casting speed of this Garros hillbilly is indeed getting faster and faster.
From the beginning, it took seven seconds to complete the spell, and now it takes less than five seconds to blast out a pyrotechnic. At least one-third of the chanting time is compressed, making Gryffindor want to hit him to death...
Is it easy for you to beat me?
"Are you human?" Gryffindor was surrounded by flames. He really wanted to die. It was ridiculous that he originally imagined using mind control to consume his magic power like he did with Mason.
After the magic power was exhausted, he slowly ravaged him. Only now did Gryffindor realize that he was really wrong...
Look at this bastard using Pyroblast just like eating and drinking. Does it seem like all his magic power is consumed?
Fortunately, I didn't deal with him the same way I dealt with Ma Sen. Otherwise, I would have lost all my face. Maybe I had already exhausted my magic power by casting Psychic Storm, and this bastard was still casting Pyroblast leisurely.
Woolen cloth……
But now there is no point in saying anything...
The only thing Gryffindor can do now is to try to keep the source water shield unbroken, and let the opponent blast one after another Pyroblast on him, waiting for his magic power to be consumed in a gorgeous fire.
The final moment of assembly...
The huge contrast between before and after is indeed full of irony.
When I first started, I actually wanted to exhaust this bastard's magic power. This was just like an ant trying to get on an elephant, but ended up getting fucked by the elephant instead. This bastard was simply a pervert. Using magic like Pyroblast,
Come and exchange it with your own source water shield. You must know that although these two magics are level 15 and level 16, the magic power consumed is completely different. The consumption of replenishing the source water shield is probably not as good as that of fire.
One-tenth of the explosive technique, this is a loss-making business no matter how you look at it.
But this bastard is so shameless and wants to use pyrotechnics to fight against him...
"You have the guts!" Gryffindor's face turned livid. He stared at Lin Li panting while desperately replenishing the magic power in the source water shield. This time he also made up his mind. Anyway, his occasional counterattack was nothing.
In effect, it is better to just put all the limited magic power into infinite wretchedness. I will use the source water shield with you to see how long you can use it up!
At the moment when he made this decision, an inexplicable sentence popped up in Gryffindor's mind - life is like rape, if you can't resist it, just enjoy it silently...
"This guy is quite wise..." When Lin Li saw that Gryffindor stopped chanting spells, he immediately guessed what he was thinking. He couldn't help but feel a little funny at the moment. It seemed that Gryffindor, the number one magic genius in France,
It was indeed not for nothing, he actually came up with such a vulgar method...
But it doesn't matter. Although the Pyroblast technique consumes a lot of energy, it is not a problem for me.
Even in normal times, you can blast at least a hundred of them. What's more, I just drank the Ten Thousand Colors Potion today. It is a real master potion. You only need to drink a small bottle to bring it to yourself immediately.
There will be at least ten seconds of magic immunity, and ten seconds of level 15 magic instant. At the same time, the remaining effect of the medicine will last for ten minutes. It will continue to stimulate mental power and make the magic recovery speed reach ten times the normal speed...
…
For ordinary magicians, ten times the recovery speed of magic power may be nothing, but how can my mental strength, which even Anduin envies, cannot be compared to ordinary magicians? It is no exaggeration to say that ten times the recovery speed is nothing.
The magic power recovery speed is almost equivalent to being in a state of full magic power at all times. In other words, any magic I release in these ten minutes is equivalent to a state of no consumption. Pyroblast is nothing, if it is not magic, I
If your level is not high enough, I would have used a hundred dragon breath spells to kill you long ago...
It's a pity that Mason's mental power is not strong enough. Otherwise, if he was given a bottle of multi-colored potion at the beginning and kept his magic power full for ten minutes, he might not have been beaten so badly by Gryffindor.
Already...
"By the way, I promised Ma Sen that I would kill you!" When he thought of Ma Sen, Lin Li's eyes suddenly turned red, and his spell chanting speed increased significantly. The casting time that had been compressed to five seconds was once again blocked by him.
It was compressed to four seconds, and in an instant, the muffled sound of "rumbling, booming" in Dawn Square was inaudible. The blazing heat brought by the pyroblast technique was so hot that even the air seemed to be ignited.
Pyroblasts were fired one after another. At this time, Lin Li was like a machine cannon. The continuous pyroblasts were blasted out with long tail flames. Often the first one who had just hit Gryffin was blasting out.
Duo's body exploded, and the second one already lit up with a bright red light on his hand...
"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty..."
"One more, one more!"
"Sixty!" As this maddening number spit out from the mouths of the audience, Gryffindor's source water shield was finally overwhelmed, and was turned into a white mist in the gorgeous firelight...
"Okay, Gryffindor Magician, in your own words, don't worry, it's just the beginning..." Lin Li held the Sky Staff in one hand, with a continuous joking smile, and slowly lay back.