In the same magic tower that is still aloof, as if he is looking down on all living beings in the world, a magic apprentice is whispering to his friend. His voice is not loud, and he is rustling in the empty magic tower.
"Is the great magician crazy? I heard that recently he has often been exposed to some weird things in the mortal empire... and even the time for meditation has been reduced." He leaned into his companion's ear and started talking about what he had heard recently.
strange things.
This magic tower is the royal magic tower of the Archmage Frunzberg. Everything in it belongs to him alone. He is the uncrowned king here, so he can do whatever he wants here.
However, a powerful magician needs the support of meditation practice. If he is addicted to other things and forgets to improve himself, he is likely to be surpassed by other magicians and lose his status.
In recent times, the great magician of Frunzberg seems to be a little too unprofessional. He frequently does some strange things, even to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.
For those weird things from the mortal empire, he even reduced the time for teaching the apprentices a lot. Therefore, most of the magic apprentices began to be dissatisfied with Frunzberg. After all, they did not want to waste their time.
You're wasting your precious life here.
"Shh! Don't mention it! I heard that the special envoy of the Arant Empire sent a strange iron cylinder yesterday... Two senior brothers went to persuade them, but the teacher fired them..." Another young apprentice said this
When it happened, there was a look of horror on his face.
He still vividly remembered the scene of the two apprentices being kicked out of the magic tower that day. It was really a terrifying thing.
If you can't learn anything, you can go back and mix some basic magic skills. If you are fired, it will be a serious problem. Although you can also switch to the disciples of other great magicians, under normal circumstances, this kind of "secondary entry"
People who enter the palace for the second time are not as popular as the authors who enter the palace for the second time.
"Don't mention it. After seeing that iron lump, the great magician locked himself in the room and didn't eat breakfast today... If this continues, the great magician of Frunzberg will lose his current
status." The apprentice who spoke first shook his head and sighed.
Another person also nodded and agreed with his statement: "Isn't it? It's crazy. It seems that our magic tower will have to change its owner sooner or later! What will we do then?"
"I don't know what they are doing. I heard that my windows were blown out yesterday. They haven't been repaired yet."
"Stop talking, stop talking, the room is full of things from the Mortal Empire, and people are feeling depressed..."
Just as the two of them were leaning against the wall and talking, the door to the Mage Tower was violently pushed open from the outside. A plump mage with a beard walked into the Magic Tower with his chin held high and a figure-footed step.
, startled all the magic apprentices who were practicing and cleaning.
"The Great Magician of Laisen... why is he here? I heard that he and the teacher don't get along very well, and they have always been rivals in the Magic Council..." The face of an apprentice who knew the visitor changed greatly, and he looked at the big man who walked in.
The magician was so frightened that his calves trembled.
After hearing his words, other people's expressions also changed, and some even subconsciously stepped back. They knew that today's incident was no joke.
Breaking into the magic tower of other great magicians without invitation has always been regarded as a rude act to challenge the other party. Looking at today's behavior, the great magician of Laisen who is looking for trouble is obviously well prepared. Recently,
The great magician of Frunzberg, who has not meditated much and has not accumulated much magical aura, will definitely suffer a big loss this time.
Behind the great magician of Laisen, there are several magic apprentices of Laisen. They are wearing gorgeous white robes. At first glance, they are the most popular students of Laisen. They are coming with great momentum this time, and they are definitely powerful.
Come prepared.
"It's not good! It's not good!" A magic apprentice in the mage tower was so frightened that he ran up the spiral stairs and shouted loudly, wanting to help the magic apprentices and his teacher on the stairs.
Leisen didn't care about any of this at all. He had prepared everything today and calculated exactly when Frunzberg was at his weakest to attack. He was confident of victory and didn't need to worry about the details at all.
He followed the magic apprentices who ran up the spiral staircase and walked up the steps slowly. He was brewing a contest between the two of them for a while: his magic aura reserve was twice as much as that of the other.
When the level of magic is almost the same, the duel will be one-sided.
The more he thought about it, the happier Laisen felt, as if he had already seen the proud expression on his face when he stepped on Frunzberg. The two of them had been fighting openly and secretly in the Magic Council for so long, just to wait for today's opportunity to have a showdown.
Win or lose?
Originally, he thought that he was fifteen years younger than Frunzberg. When Frunzberg got older, he would eventually have some flaws due to his lack of physical strength. But he never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.
In the room, Frunzberg, who heard the noise outside, still stared at the huge iron lump in front of him. This cannon was sent by the Alant Empire because it was claimed to be a new invention of Eiland Hill.
, so it was intercepted by Frunzberg for "study for a few days."
Touching the cold and thick iron wall with his hand, feeling the heavy and solid feeling without breath or rhythm, Frunzberg felt that a door was slowly opened in front of him.
He has always been pursuing to break through his limits, but he always feels that an insurmountable wall is right in front of him. But now, that wall seems to be fragile. At least, he feels that he is no longer the same person as yesterday.
The window was shattered and shattered, completely shattered by the shells. There was only a pitiful window frame left, hanging crookedly on the hinges, looking funny and dilapidated. The cold wind blew into the room, carrying Fulen with it.
Zberg's white beard swayed slightly.
"This is really an exciting creation..." he murmured, and spoke highly of the thing in front of him: "Alan Hill...are you my final answer? Interesting! Interesting!"
"Unexpectedly! The thing I have been pursuing all my life is not in the west, but in the mortal kingdom in the east... Those ants... No, we can't call them ants now. They are not ants, they are worthy of attention...
...Mortal!" He muttered, with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the noise that was getting closer and closer.
"I know that compared to the surge of magic, wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind! It would have been great if I had seen these things thirty years ago." His hand stopped on the cast door.
On the muzzle of the cannon, stroke the smooth surface.
"Bang!" His door was pushed open from the outside. With blood on his mouth, apprentice William fell backwards into the room and rolled to Frunzberg's feet. Almost at the same time, a rough voice rang out
He stood up, which made Frunzberg very disgusted: "Hahahaha! Frunzberg! I never thought you would be here today."
"Yes! I didn't expect that I would be here today." Frunzberg nodded subconsciously, still thinking about the insights that all these mortal experiences brought to him.
"I am Laisen! I am here to challenge you today!" The great magician Laisen raised his hands, and blazing fireballs filled his palms, making his bearded face look particularly eerie.
Apprentice William tried to struggle to stand up, but because the magic aura inside his body was pulling at his internal organs, he fell back to the fallen position, unable to even speak.
Frunzberg looked at the two fireball spells on Laisen's palm, nodded and praised: "It's really a lot of effort to be able to sing two fireball spells at the same time."
"Since you have praised me, I beg you to go to hell!" The proud look on Laisen's face became even stronger, his voice became sharper, and he shouted loudly: "Double Fireball Technique!"
"Huh!" Frunzberg certainly had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death. The air around him began to condense and curl up on his left hand. With his right hand, he grabbed a handful of shotgun steel sand from the box next to the iron cannon, and swung it around.
In front of the left hand.
There was a confident smile on his face, as if the great magician of Laisen, whose magical aura was clearly visible, was not a threat to him at all.
Then, in the next second, the wind magic exploded in the palm of his left hand. The air that had been compressed to the extreme was finally overwhelmed by the heat and detonated. And around the palm of his left hand, the air compressed by the wind magic formed a
The invisible gun barrel. The flames surged and expanded in this transparent gun barrel, instantly pushing out the iron sand in the palm of Frunzberg's right hand.
As if a tiger squatting gun was shooting at close range, the steel sand formed a bloody wind on the front of Frunzberg. The particles flying out like steel needles were accelerated by the explosion to the state of cutting like sharp blades.
Removed everything that blocked the road.
In just an instant, a super-large shotgun fired at close range. As the target, Laisen and several of his apprentices thoroughly experienced what it means to "fire a salvo of thousands of arrows."
Before they could see clearly what they were facing, the steel sand rushed into their bodies, shattered their meridians, cut their blood vessels, and embedded itself in their spleens and stomachs, leaving behind
inside their eyeballs.
The two fireballs were blown out of shape by the passing steel sand halfway through, and were destroyed before hitting Frentzberg.
