Chapter 448: Fortitude

The field was scorched, and the two mages fought into a hooligan brawl.

Erwin's face on the stage became more and more ugly, and the eyes of the onlookers around him were like needles, and he could feel that those enemies of his own and the mortals he had despised in the past were talking behind their backs....... In fact, no one cares about him at all, everyone is staring at the contestants below, who will be bored to watch an "audience".

"Useless fool, how dare you make me embarrassed in public! I was so confident before, but I fought like a mud dog, and that ...... Hybrids. ”

The Elven Archmage's expression did not change in the slightest, but he looked at the opponent on the platform not far away, full of resentment and disdain.

A half-blood mongrel who not only unnerved the high-ranking bosses of the Elven Empire, but also ran to the magical sanctuary where his heart belonged, trying to insult this noble and mysterious place with his dirty hands, now, now........ You're still giving me the middle finger!

"Boom!"

With an explosion in the stands, the archmage was really angry, in a physical sense.

In the stands here, Saviara was a little surprised.

"What did you do? Why did he blow up all of a sudden? ”

"I didn't do anything, I just said hello, but the contents of those elves' heads ...... Hehe, it's all the same. ”

What were the elves thinking? Rorschach certainly knew it.

Can a single Morton have such a big weight? To make such a big thing, an eighth-order archmage has shown his face to bully the small, and he has not traveled thousands of miles to recall the apprentice of the same fifth-order archmage?

Rorschach was able to figure out their routine by thinking on his knees.

The drunkard didn't mean to drink, he just wanted to pass through Morton and pull himself into the water.

He also specially found a pure fire method that was the same as his own fifth-order, and he was still the most difficult natural mage to deal with, and it was really hard for him.

Probably planning to beat Morton first, and then use his life/foul language/agitation to force himself to end the gambling fight, the duel of the same level mage, it is normal for an accident to occur, and he killed himself by mistake, which is naturally as they wanted.

As for whether Gabrireth would have any trouble, Rorschach felt that Erwin had no intention of giving the apprentice a chance to live.

Back to the pot, naturally it's better to be a dead person who won't shake the pot to justify.

It's not speculation, it's what Rorschach has seen.....

"Moulton, high-energy impact after 30 seconds, expected energy intensity ...... Nine Rings. It's supposed to be heat magic, luckily. ”

Rorschach squinted, the scroll that was burning slightly in Gabrieleth's chest was probably the killer weapon given to him by his mentor, judging from the means of self-activation, Erwin was really ruthless.

The Nine Rings Spell is not a degree of magic energy that can be measured, but the highest spell position that mages have agreed upon.

The ring spell is very fine at the low level, because it is convenient for learning and research, but after reaching a certain level, the caster has his own path of specialization, and learning other people's top spells can only be used as a reference, and most of the time it cannot be used.

Lack of reproducible propagation properties, the type of spells, the effect, and the degree of energy affected are also very different, and the forcible classification is both difficult and meaningless, and the mages are still hiding their spells as treasures, and most of the higher-level spells are just randomly marked with nine rings.

If you really want to spread learning, you will also mark what kind of spell basic specialization is needed for this spell, and in which areas of research you have a foundation in research, rather than simply mentioning the strength of the mana....... For archmages, mana is really not an issue anymore, especially after the popularization and miniaturization of mana pools.

Generally speaking, if there is a spell with nine rings, it is said that his energy power has exceeded the conventional limit, which is basically the patent of the apex of the archmage.

Erwin himself was only an eighth-order mage, and barely reaching the Nine Rings had stepped on his personal limit, although Rorschach didn't know how he made this magic scroll a one-time one, but it didn't prevent him from retreating away at the same time, informing the unlucky Morton that he had a lot of fun.

Hearing Rorschach say that a nine-ring spell had been activated on the other side, Morton immediately retreated in fright, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

Huge sparks ignited in midair, and the entire arena boiled over, and if it weren't for the fact that the arena that was the face of the Mage Nation had been repeatedly reinforced by the archmages, this powerful spell would have been able to create an artificial earthquake.

The spark comes and goes fast.

"Ahh That blow just now exceeded the current magic power limit, at least a nine-ring plastic energy spell!"

The fireworks dispersed, leaving Morton half-kneeling.

He gasped for breath, the robe had been burned clean, but there was no scar on his sturdy body that made many viewers whistle, but his hair and eyebrows were all reimbursed, and his whole head looked like a boiled egg that had just come out of the pot.

"It's... ,... The opposite side is thorough, in order to conform to Gabriel's 'character design', and finally the killer feature of 'ending up together', is it also a high-temperature plastic energy spell? Fortunately, ......"

Rorschach is also a little scared, if he really ends up and suffers so much, I'm afraid it won't be a boiled egg that can solve the problem.

Looking up at the stands over there, Erwin had unexpectedly disappeared without a trace.

If he is killed by himself, he will quickly disappear into this galaxy.

What surprised Rorschach a little was that not far from Moulton, a charred limb was still struggling, although the lower half of his body was gone.

“...... This life is hard enough, and the normal situation is charred, Gabrielreth ...... Morton, use the spare props I gave you on him, save his life, he's still useful. ”