"Look at this. At Rhaeggar's shout, a ball of light flew out of his palm and sank into the ground two meters away, and then, black ripples spread out from where the ball had disappeared, as if infected by the plague, and the entire glade turned black in an instant.

After a moment of hesitation, the command from the controller finally prevailed over cautious nature, and Natados raised his legs, ready to pounce on his prey again.

Before its feet could leave the ground, the weight of the weight sent it into the mud.

Natados roared, unable to understand why the otherwise dry and solid ground had suddenly become extremely muddy, the monster that had never seen a swamp before, and did not know the properties of a swamp, struggled desperately, but could only sink itself deeper and deeper, and eventually, the part of its chest was completely trapped in the swamp created by Rhaegar's spell.

The plan was successful, and there were only five minutes between the effects of the seventh-order spell he had just mastered, after which it would turn back into dry ground, and while reaching the edge of the swamp behind Natados via a short teleportation, he launched a fierce attack on the monster that could not turn around.

In the process of escaping, Rhaegar had already figured out how to deal with the monster's tough skin: under the manipulation of consciousness, a series of frost missiles smashed on Natados's head like meteors, although it could not cause fatal damage to it, but it succeeded in creating a large piece of ice in the back of the monster's head, and after that, a dense series of fireballs, the heat of these fireballs melted the ice and caused some damage to Natados's skin, and after several consecutive processes, the skin that had been tortured by repeated contraction and expansion finally cracked, and the hard skull became fragile。

Thirty seconds before the swamp failed, after firing a dozen acid arrows in a row, before the swamp could turn back to land, Rhaegar shot through the monster's head, and it turned out that Natados's brain was far less tough than its exterior, and in just a few seconds, all the brain tissue of this huge monster was corroded into pus.

At this point, the swamp ended, and the mud-covered swamp turned into dry ground again, and Natados' huge body was buried in the earth from its chest, and if no one dug up its corpse, the monster would remain in this position until it rotted or was eaten by the animals of the jungle.

A feeling of weakness came from the depths of Rhaegar's soul, he knew that the continuous battle had consumed a lot of his physical strength, and if another monster like Natados, or the Karenstein giant poisonous lizard came at this time, he would have to abandon his body, and after a slight moment's hesitation, the geist took out the crystal ball he had received before entering the proving ground from his pocket, ready to send a distress signal.

For the Mage Tower, every mage is incomparably precious, even a fifth-order trainee mage is no exception, and although the power they possess cannot be compared to that of a formal mage, it is enough to be called powerful in front of the vast majority of people. In order to avoid unnecessary losses for the mages in the trial, before the trial, each mage will be given a crystal ball, and those who feel that they cannot pass can get in touch with the mages in the trial ground through the crystal ball and be escorted out, and in return, these mages will be permanently disqualified from advancing - although they will be declared a failure to return from the original path on their own, it is enough to prove the courage of the trialist, if they don't even have such courage, no matter how strong the magic is, they will not be able to become a real mage.

However, for the current Rhaegar to lose his qualifications to become a full-fledged mage forever, or even to lose the support and protection of the mage tower as a result, it doesn't matter anymore, facing a being who is far more powerful than himself, has an unknown number of helpers, and is obviously hostile to himself, no undead will risk fighting him, even if he can become a god after defeating the opponent. Survival is always the most important thing in the lives of the undead.

Rhaegar carefully placed the crystal ball on his chest and began to chant the incantation, and a ray of light shot out of the crystal ball and disappeared into the sky. According to the narration of the mage who distributed the crystal ball, within ten seconds after reciting the incantation, the mages in charge of guarding the trial ground will arrive, and for the sake of insurance, the strength of these mages will be one level higher than the level of the trial ground they are guarding, no matter what the situation, a seventh-order mage is absolutely sure that they can bring anyone out of the sixth-order trial ground safe and sound.

A minute passed quickly, and no one came looking for him.

A sudden realization rose in the spirit of the geist—in fact, if it weren't for the repeated battles, he would have thought of it a long time ago—that he had fallen into a trap since he entered this proving ground, and the appearance of Natados and Tula was definitely not accidental, these creatures who were supposed to stay in the seventh-order trial ground would never be able to cross the magical barrier between the various trial grounds on their own, and now, the situation illustrates this even more.

Until then, Rhaegar had always thought that the assassins who had killed him were from the hands of the Grim Reaper, but now, after all the events he had experienced, the geist began to suspect that the attack he had encountered, the current trap, and even the death of the other Rhaegar who had summoned him, were all likely the work of the same person.

A man with great power inside the Mage Tower.

This fact made Rhaegar feel a deep sense of crisis, but at the same time, it also aroused the nature of the god of judgment in the depths of his soul, and a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and the geist casually threw away the crystal ball, let it fall to the ground and shatter to pieces, and strode towards the exit of the proving ground.

Outside the trial ground, Carson stood alone dozens of meters away from the exit, his snow-white hair fluttering gently in the wind, and under the starlight, the figure of the master of the mage tower was like a 10,000-year-old tree standing proudly and erectly, vigorous and upright - he had been standing here since Rhaegar entered the trial ground.

"I suggest you go back and rest, you've been standing for ten hours," a middle-aged mage walked up behind him and said respectfully, with his tall stature and a well-defined face, and the badge he wore indicated that he was a ninth-order mage - that was Villar, the highest-ranking mage in the Storm God after Carson, "If he comes out, we'll let you know as soon as he comes out." ”

Carson didn't answer, just shook his head slightly, his eyes not even taking off the exit for a moment.

"This is just a sixth-order mage's trial," Villar did not give up his efforts to persuade: "As the master of the Mage Tower, you shouldn't put all your energy into such a thing, there are many more important things waiting for you. And," he looked at Carson's back, "No one has ever been seriously injured in a trial, and if he can't hold on, the crystal ball will allow him to be rescued in the first place..."

"He's my student," Carson abruptly interrupted Villar, "and he'll make it." ”

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