Bhasa Yar and Chicodoli fought to the death, and Chicodoli was defeated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But though Chicodoli is dead, Bhasa Yar is surrounded, and he uses an ancient magic - the Hellers.

At first, the earth shook, and then a pair of withered arms stretched out from the depths of the earth, firmly grasping the people of the mage slaughterer.

"Don't, something!" The Slaughter Mage Regiment was in chaos.

"Hurry up and use the flying arts!" A high-ranking mage in the Slaughter Mage Corps let out a loud shout, and the mages who were not caught flew into the air.

"What kind of magic do you use when you use it?"

At that time, there was no talk of dark magic.

"Why do you ask so much?" Blah Yar, his eyes lit up.

"The king will not let you go."

"Really? I just want to go to him, too! "If it weren't for the king's connivance, there would have been no bastards, so many people wouldn't have died, and my dear friend would not have died in vain." You brutes, even children, women, and children have been killed. Are you still human? ”

The thought of so many innocent people being slaughtered made his heart like a knife.

"That's an order from the Empire, do you dare to disobey?" The magician who took the lead said, "Actually, we don't want to do that, but as you can see, if we let those women and children go, we may be the ones who die, and maybe even our families will be implicated." ”

He was right, and according to Chicodori's personality, it was quite possible to do such a thing.

"Turn on!" With a roar of rage, the entire defensive barrier opened.

"Heaven and earth collapse!" With a brutal shout, countless points of light flashed in the sky, and the points of light converged into lightning bolts.

"Oh no, it's lightning!" The magician who took the lead shouted, but it was too late.

The dense thunder and lightning converged into a power grid, sweeping overwhelmingly, and the magician who stayed in mid-air was already knocked down by the lightning before he could escape.

"Ahh Not good! ”

"It's a thunderbolt spell!"

"Oops!"

The screams were incessant, and one by one the magicians in mid-air fluttered down like a falling kite.

Suddenly, the whole sky, as if it was raining, fell to the ground in a dense and dense way.

"Ahh Screams began to ring.

"Damn it!"

Although he fell from mid-air, the magician still has the ability to protect himself, even if he is injured, he will not die.

"It's all right!" The mage who took the lead asked eagerly, it seemed that he still loved his subordinates.

The wailing continues......

Po Sayer looked around the school training ground, and after feeling that it was almost over, he said: "I will go to the king now, since you all have no heads, and you have no Chicodorites, then this expedition will be stopped for the time being." ”

Bhasa Yar had an almost commanding tone, a majestic, unquestionable tone, and his expression was calm, unhurried, and had the air of a general.

The magicians with it are deflated, so many magicians can't help Po Suyer, and they are all turned on their backs by the people he beats, what else is there to say.

And now the commander-in-chief, Chicodoli, has been killed, the command has failed, there is no organizational ability at all, and the rebels are attacked again.

Bhasa Yar looked at the thousands of magicians, they had no intention of fighting again.

Just stared angrily at Bo Sayer.

"What's the matter, are you still not convinced?" He was furious, his body fluttered into the air, he raised his hands, and a ball of energy appeared between the palms of his hands, which was obviously the magic of the light system, but in the light, there was even thunder and lightning......

"What's going on?" The lead magician couldn't figure it out, "What kind of magic is this, why is the light still entrained with thunder and lightning, isn't it that one core can only produce one kind of magic?" Why can Bhasayar produce two kinds of magic? ”

In the Age of Long Magic, compound magic had not yet been created.

However, even in the current magic world, ordinary magicians still have no ability to play compound magic, because compound magic is to blend two different elements together, this kind of blending is not an ordinary harmony, just put the two elements together, it is a magic that requires a strong core to forcibly connect the two elements, so it is not used by ordinary magicians.

When Bhasa Yar performed this move, the audience fell silent, staring at the light as if on a pilgrimage, and their eyes were free from anger, pain, or impatience, but only devotion and incomprehension.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Someone whispered from below.

"Now I'll go to the king, and you'll all wait here." He took the light, flew in the direction of the palace.

He flew faster and faster, and soon broke through the air blockade of the palace and flew directly to the palace hall.

"Boom!" With a thud, she went straight down from the roof.

There is a large hole in the roof of the main hall.

"Who?" The guards quickly secured the king from the central throne.

"Your Majesty, be careful." The guards stepped forward.

After standing still, he looked around coldly.

"Who are you?" The minister asked with guts.

"Whoosh ......" was followed by the magician who guarded the palace.

The "Trample ......" magician surrounded Bhasayar, and then the Praetorian Guard also surrounded the first floor, and the minister stepped aside.

The king, who was already in his 50s, glanced at Posa Yar and asked, "Who are you who dare to break into the palace?" ”

"Your enemy's country, which country's magician are you?" One of the ministers scolded, "Your country will pay the price for today's actions." ”

"Your Majesty!" Bhasa Yar half-knelt and bowed.

This surprised the people in the hall.

He calls our king Your Majesty, and bows half-kneeling, is he a magician of his country?

"You are?" The king wondered.

"Your Majesty, my name is Bhasa Yair, and I am a registered mid-level magician in the Ötzi Empire."

"What?" The minister was surprised.

The king furrowed his eyebrows, "Intermediate magician? ”

"Your magic level, how can you be an intermediate magician, don't deceive people, who are you?" The magician guarding the palace asked sharply, "Are you all fools for us?" ”

Bhasa Yar showed his left arm, and as soon as he said the incantation, he saw a string of characters appear on his left arm, as if it were a string of passwords.

"Huh?" The magician guarding the palace was shocked, "This is the sign of a magician in our country. ”

At this time, the president of the Wizards Association also came out, since Chicodoli took power, he was almost overhead, usually dealing with a little military affairs, doing logistics for Chicodoli.

The guild leader, who was already full of gray hair, squinted at the characters, and then reported to the king: "Your Majesty, this is indeed the mark of a magician in our country, and his rank is also an intermediate magician. (To be continued.) )