Monia didn't wait long, and in her field of vision, a blurred shadow surged in front of her cell, gradually revealing a thin old man with disheveled hair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He took out the key ring and looked at the young mage in the cell with cold eyes: "The people of the Mage Society, break through to the east. ”

"It's something that has been promised a long time ago."

Monia didn't respond, and Errickent replied himself as if a character in the game had triggered a special scene. As his words fell, the old thief had opened the prison door, turning into a surging darkness again, fading away until it completely disappeared from the young mage's view.

"The original agreed meeting place is the ...... of the rotunda."

The young mage said to herself, and Monia roughly guessed that these conversations should be the hints of the trial to her. Erickent's spell pool was very shallow, and there was no spell that was widely used, such as stealth, so Monia could only manipulate the young mage's body and rush to the round hall as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the entire black prison was in turmoil, and the area was fortunately not patrolled by jailers at the time. After three or five Musa, Monia came to the assembly round room, where twelve prisoners had gathered before her, and three of them were faintly in the middle.

"You are?"

One of them noticed his arrival.

"Graceful flame."

The young mage replied that it seemed to be a nickname, and from that point of view, the organization should be commensurate with each other.

"It's you, Flame," the man replied, the candle of the Rotunda shining a young but pale face as he met the young mage's gaze, and he smiled kindly, "I'm a raven, and I remember the two of us discussing the mysteries of fire-like spells together. ”

"Hello, Raven." The young mage responded to his friendliness, and this part seemed to be a very important episode, Monia was unable to control Erikent's body, and could only watch the young mage act on his own as if he were watching a cutscene in the game, "It's a pleasure to meet you in reality, and my understanding of fire spells has benefited me a lot." ”

"Haha......" he laughed happily, "Flame, your knowledge of spells is not bound by dogma, you are very creative, and I have gained a lot...... Come, you come with me. ”

He took the boy to the twelve mages, and when he got closer, he could see that the twelve mages were actually divided into several small camps, with three mages who should be the strongest in the middle, and three small groups next to them, and the mage nicknamed "Crow" pulled him into one of the groups.

"He's a mage with graceful flames and a great insight into fire spells."

Raven introduced himself to the small group.

"Frost."

"Storm."

The other two nodded in acknowledgment.

"Frost" is a female mage who looks to be about thirty or forty years old, and her actual age is estimated to be slightly younger than she seems, the Black Prison is not a place to raise people, and almost everyone is much older than they seem. Monia saw the female mage through the eyes of the young mage, and a line of information "good at ice spells" appeared in her mind.

"Storm" is very similar to "Crow" in appearance, and men who don't pay much attention to appearance have pale and withered faces in this place that never sees the light of day. As the young mage looked at him, Monia learned that it was a mage who excelled in wind spells.

"Let's do it together later." After seeing the three of them introduce themselves to each other, "Raven" nodded, "After a while, when His Excellency 'Russ' arrives, it will be roughly the time for us to act. ”

"But......" the young mage said after a moment's hesitation, "I remember that our Mage Federation has twenty or thirty members in the Eastern District, so why did we start acting so quickly?" ”

"Of course, we have been waiting for the mid-level mage from beginning to end, see, the middle three Your Excellency are a small collective." Raven whispered, "They don't care about us low-level mages, for them, the more people there are, the easier it is to attract the attention of the Judge Knights, and we are just acting as bait to attract the Judgment Knights." ”

"Actually, Lord Moya's plan is probably the same, she plans to let our mages break through from the Eastern Zone, obviously hoping that we can attract the attention of the Inquisition that has received the news, so that her descendants can better escape. However, in comparison, Lord Moya's methods are more than a step higher, and it is not a big deal to be able to create such a big mess and give us a chance so that we don't have to die in a stinking cell, so it is not a big deal to attract some firepower for her. ”

"And your Excellency's actions have chilled all the low-level mages."

From their conversations, Monia could know that the Mage Guild should be a mage organization with low-level mages as the main body and middle-level mages as the core. In the current middle-level mage, he does not hesitate to sacrifice the lower-level mage who came later for the sake of his own life, which will indeed make many low-level mages feel cold.

However, for mid-level mages, the mage guild was originally a tool, and after escaping from the black prison, this tool was useless, in contrast, increasing the possibility of escape was of course the most important thing. The other low-level mages should know this as well, otherwise they wouldn't have formed small groups.

"Russ, you're here."

As Monia pondered the current situation, a voice interrupted the little mage's musings. Following the young mage's line of sight, it was one of the three mages standing in the middle who spoke, "Now that you've arrived, let's start acting now." ”

His voice was not loud, but it was unmistakable.

After the four middle-level mages gathered together, they didn't care whether the other mages followed or not, and walked straight forward, disappearing into the darkness.

"Keep up."

"Crow" said, following up, the other mages were not unresponsive, and followed behind the four mid-level mages. After all, mid-level mages are the most powerful combat force at the moment, and it is estimated that they will not be at all embarrassed until the Ruling Knights of the Inquisition arrive.

In a trance, Monia regained control of her body, and she controlled the young mage's body to keep up with the army. Nearly twenty prisoners acted in unison, and they were so out of place and so conspicuous in the chaotic black prison.

Soon, the jailers gathered together and rushed towards the mages.

The strength of the jailers in the black prison is not weak, and with the superb martial arts and heavy armor, two or three can basically suppress the mid-level fighters. There were at least a dozen or twenty warriors who charged the mages, crowded into a narrow corridor and swarmed in, quite a bit of the momentum of a knight's charge.

It's just that......

"Do you really think the mage is your prey?"

The middle-level mage led by him sneered, as a low-level prisoner of the Black Prison, which mage had not been tortured by the group of madmen in the Inquisition, and which one did not have a grudge against the jailers who treated them like pigs and dogs? Originally, he didn't intend to waste precious time to vent his grievances, but now they are all sent to the door, blocking the way, just in time to kill a happy one.

"The one on the left prepares the greasy technique, the one on the right prepares the spider web technique, and we prepare the fireball."

He commanded.

Greasy and cobwebs are very common spells used by mages, basically every mage will have these two spells, Errickant is lucky to be on the right, otherwise Monia will be found by mages not to even know the basic spell of spider webs.

"Onward!"

In stark contrast to the calmness of the mages, the jailers were imposing.

Each of them was a devout believer in Tonatiu, a warrior of the hundredth, with armor as a gift from the gods and weapons as blades against the infidels. And their enemies are a bunch of evil wizards, a bunch of rats who only deserve to hide in the sewers, what reason do they have to retreat? What reason do they have to be afraid?

They just need to move forward, forward, and forward!

"For the glory of Tonatiu!"

The jailers roared in unison, stepping! Forward!

The mages calmly watched the jailers' charge, and when their speed was at their highest, Monia's group of mages raised their hands together, and the entire corridor floor was completely covered with greasy substances, and the jailers stepped on this layer of greasy forward, and then the soles of their feet slipped, the front row fell to the ground, the back row fell to the front row, and a group of iron bumps crashed together and stacked up layer upon layer, blocking the entire passage like a hill.

"Sure enough, we overestimate these fools who believe in gods."

The mage at the head waved his hand to stop the casting of the spider web spell, and chanted the spell of the fireball spell with the other three intermediate mages, and the spell of more than ten syllables could not be chanted quickly, but the jailers were piled up like this for a while, and they would definitely not be able to get up for a while, at least until the end of the fireball chant.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

In a slight succession, four fireballs slammed into the steel armor and exploded, and the raging fire burned the steel, and although there was no way to melt it into a puddle of molten iron, the constant wails of the mountain made by the jailers could tell that they would never again be an obstacle.

"It seems to be blocked."

A mid-level mage glanced at the mountain of armor blocking the corridor, shook his head, took a deep breath, and spat out a powerful incantation, with him as the source, the huge whirlwind tore through the atmosphere, and invisible air waves rushed out of his mouth, piercing the mountain of armor that had been burned together.

The mid-level mages had some abnormal flushes on their faces after casting this spell, but a few mages didn't notice, they looked at the hole that could only crawl through, and said in a slightly complaining tone, "This hole...... It's too small. ”

There were also some tired middle-level mages who gave them a blank look and said coldly: "You can go out without going here!" ”

Several mages immediately fell silent, and after a middle-level mage used the icy aura to cool down the cave, the four middle-level mages climbed into this "dog cave" without any mage demeanor in turn, leaving the low-level mages who were still staring at each other dumbfounded.

It's not because you can't let go of your dignity - in a place like the Black Prison, no one would lead themselves into a situation where they could die for the sake of boring face and dignity. Rather, after a few mid-level mages, who would be the next to walk this path?

The sooner you go in, the better your chances of survival, that's something every mage knows. If it weren't for the fact that cannibalism in such a place would make everyone lose more than they gained, it is estimated that a civil war would break out among mages. Even so, the situation is deadlocked, and no mage wants to be the first bird.

What to do?

Looking at the stalemate, Monia knew that she had to stand up, she manipulated the young mage's body and coughed lightly, attracting the attention of all the mages: "Everyone, it is not good for all of us to continue this stalemate, we must decide the order of entry as soon as possible, otherwise all of us will be waiting for this never-ending torment." ”

All the mages' eyes were focused on the young mage.

"I have a method here, I don't know if everyone can accept it? Each group elects a representative to play a guessing game, each representative has to guess a punch with all the other representatives, in order of victory or defeat, and two representatives with the same number of times will play an extra game to determine the final order. ”

After Monia finished speaking, she looked around and looked at the pensive mages, waiting for their decision.

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