Before the legend of the main god passed on the law, the vast majority of magicians stayed in their own magic towers, conducting unknown experiments, and the dark wizards in the fairy tales were largely derived from these magicians. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At least, no one would think that before the advent of magic academies and the like, a being like a magician could be regarded as a real professional.

At least in this era, the reputation of magicians is really not very good, of course, the magicians of the aristocratic faction are another thing, at least the common people do not have much fear of the noble mage, at most it is regarded as something like a noble (originally) professional.

And the magician in front of Lina's eyes, that is the real dark wizard, the dark wizard does not refer to the elemental system classification of a magician, but only represents the wild magician and the like, the magician used to scare people in fairy tales, this is a real existence, and it also makes everyone feel a headache, because of the strange means in the hands of the magician, no one will know what it is, and no one will want to get in touch with a real dark wizard.

"Still don't say it? I'd like to see how long you can hold out." The magician Miranda Mond said with a smile, it sounded quite gentle, not at all like a legendary dark wizard, but the cruelty in her content reflected the fact that she was indeed not a good person, at least for her, some of the means were more powerful than gentle words, and that was the power of magic.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, I just can't say it." The pain that came out of his mouth was as if the whole person was being torn apart alive, as if every part of his body was also being broken down and then constituted again, Lena said it in complete pain, and Miranda only smiled slightly at what Lena said.

There was no look of faith in her eyes, Miranda listened like an elegant aristocrat, as if she was quietly enjoying the song and dance, however, in front of her was never anything related to the art of music, but a simple scream, from the sorrow of being mentally tortured and her reason about to become fragmented, as Miranda was listening to the explanation, but she was just trying to find a reason to torture Lena.

How could a guy who stayed in such a dark magic tower have a psychologically normal existence?

"Okay, then I'll give you a little trust for the time being, but I hope you don't betray my trust." As if she had heard enough, Miranda clapped her hands and recited a strange incantation, and the pain in Lena's body was relieved. It's hard to believe that anyone would develop a spell to torture something as pointless, but if there were, Miranda would definitely be one of them.

The sweat on her body was still flowing, the muscles of her face were still twisted, and now Lena didn't even have the ability to stand up, because although the powerful spell stopped, the consequences would not disappear because of this.

Just like the person who received the fireball technique will not change back to its original form because of the dissolution of the fireball technique, let alone lose the damage caused by the fireball technique, damage is damage, what happens is what happens, and it will not disappear because it is lifted, stopped, etc.

Lena knew this quite well, so she didn't think about standing up, because she knew that if she did, she would fall off the horse, and with her current physical fitness, she could not even move a finger. And rightfully so, as her mental sanity had been damaged by Miranda's evil spell, and her muscles had been injured and detached from the twists of pain.

The room was silent, and Miranda had already left the room, leaving Lena alone, and only the sound of Lena's breath could be heard in the room like the first breath of a person who could hold her breath for three minutes after coming ashore.

At the same time, there is also a strange incantation sound, which is even more bizarre than Miranda's incantation, because this voice is not only completely incomprehensible, but also has a kind of incantation that seems to slide towards the abyss of madness as soon as it is heard, and from then on, it has nothing to do with normal people.

Such an evil spell cannot exist in the mouth of an aborigine, especially among an apprentice who is called a sixth-level magician, because of such a spell, even the main god has no way to create it, and what can be compared with it is only the necromancy of the Supreme God of Death, the Great Destiny Technique of the Supreme God of Fate, and the Soul Spell of the Supreme God of Life.

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"Have you heard of it? Recently, there is a madman who is constantly looking for someone to challenge him with a stone sword." In a hotel in the Lane Empire, a middle-aged uncle was talking, and then he took a big sip of butterbeer and spat out a mouthful full of alcohol.

"Of course I've heard it, it's said that it's just a seventh-level warrior, although a warrior of this level can already be regarded as a strong man on one side, but who is here? This is the realm of warriors, seventh-level warriors, and in this realm, they are only relatively common warriors." The answer was a man who looked a little old, although he was already old, but the muscles of that body and the strong aura all showed that this man was an eighth-level warrior.

"You haven't just heard of it, I still remember that you were beaten badly by him, and you lost to an eighth-level warrior of a seventh-level warrior, and you didn't have any face." It was another martial artist who spoke, he looked quite young, but he could see the accumulation of time in his eyes, which showed that this person was not a young man at all, and he still stuck his feet on the ceiling version, and the whole person was hanging upside down and talking.

"You're still so fond of hanging upside down, madman." It was as if he felt quite dissatisfied because of the words of the upside-down man, and his words made him feel that the people in the entire hotel were looking at him with strange eyes, so he decided to teach the upside-down man what it meant to respect his seniors, and he also swept away himself as just a parallel eighth-level soldier who was called Vice Shi and defeated the seventh-level warrior.

I don't know when, this man has picked up a weapon in his hand, and the fighting spirit flows out like a flood that has been vented, and the weapon in his hand shines with a strong brilliance, and the air pressure seems to have become heavier.

Judging from the momentum alone, this blow can already be said to be close to the skill of a ninth-level warrior, and it will definitely not be an eighth-level warrior who is a parallel product, but a real eighth-level peak, a truly powerful warrior.

However, in the eyes of the upside-down man, he was really too slow, as if time had stopped, so he only exerted force with his right foot, and the whole person was like a meteorite raid, obviously he shot later, but it was faster than the man's weapon, and the hand knife slashed through the man's neck, not because he didn't want to kill, but because his hand was his weapon.

In the eyes of the man, suddenly his gaze changed, it was clear that he was the one who shot at the last moment, but why did he see a familiar body, and it was reversed up and down? This was not normal at all, he thought so, but the thought didn't take long, he didn't even recognize who the familiar body was, he just felt as if he had picked up something the top of his head, and made the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, and then the red liquid squirted out.

"What is this about?" As if he was hallucinating, the uncle, who had been drinking butterbeer at first, seemed to wake up from a dream, and in front of his eyes, he only saw a headless corpse and red blood.

Then, the other guests seemed to understand what was happening:

"Dead?"

"Dead so soon?"

"Sure enough, it's a parallel import."

Such voices began to fill the hotel, and as for the hanging man, it was as if he had been forgotten.