In this universe, magic is undoubtedly the most powerful weapon, but not everyone has the luck to become a spellcaster, even the relatives of the mages are no exception, and often these relatives will become the target of some people with ulterior intentions, in order to protect their relatives, under the careful development of some mages, an item that can store magic in a limited amount is created, which is the staff of the magic store. This item can store up to three powerful spells, even people who don't have the slightest magic power can use it as long as they know the trick, and more importantly, while using the staff of storage, the mage who made the staff will also sense it, and they will rush to the scene as soon as possible.

A small staff of magic storage is not enough to arouse Rhaegar's vigilance, usually speaking, the highest level of magic that this staff can store is only the third order, and such magic can't hurt him, but - a scoundrel in a small city can actually have such a rare and precious thing, this can't help but make him think.

"Die. Visen grinned and activated the magic in the Staff of Wisdom, and a large fireball with a diameter of one meter shot at Rhaegar at a rapid pace, causing the surrounding people to exclaim that they had never seen magic before.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, he didn't want to expose his magic too soon, but obviously, the current situation could not allow him to hold back, and with a thought, a water-like barrier appeared in front of him out of thin air, and the fireball fell on it, causing ripples immediately, and wisps of white smoke rose with it, and the fireball that could turn a person into char in an instant disappeared without a trace.

This phenomenon immediately frightened Visen, who thought he was sure of victory, and although the staff in his hand could only shoot one spell at most, and then he had to accept replenishment, with this one spell, he had become the leader of the city's underground society, and now, this weapon that he considered invincible had lost its original effectiveness.

There was only one kind of person who could rely on his own strength to resist magic, and as the thought rose in his mind, Visen suddenly felt all the strength of his body drained, and the huge scoundrel sat limply on his knees, and now, his only hope was that the man who had given him the staff would arrive in time, otherwise, no one knew what an offended mage would do.

Rhaegar didn't hurt the ignorant guy in front of him, and before he was ready to teach the other party some lesson, the undead's unique instinct made him feel the approach of some powerful soul, apparently, the mage who had given the staff of the magic to Visen was in the city.

Generally speaking, as long as you can get those rare materials, it is not difficult to make a staff of storage, any mage above the first order has this ability, but if you want to infuse magic into the staff, only a mage of the fourth order or above can do it, if the opponent is the person who made the staff, then next, Rhaegar will have to face an opponent who is at least one order higher than himself.

This fact made Rhaegar feel a little uneasy, and he quickly looked around: this was not a good place to fight mages, the magic of both sides would cause huge casualties, which would have caused a lot of trouble that could have been avoided, and more importantly, this was not an environment he was familiar with, and he would not have any advantage here. In less than a second, the geist had already decided on his next tactic, and after casting a spell that increased his speed on himself, Rhaegar rushed out of the crowd of onlookers.

Rhaegar who was in a hurry to get out didn't notice that in the crowd next to him, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was always looking at everything that happened with eagle-like eyes, and when Rhaeggar's figure disappeared from sight, the middle-aged man turned around and walked out of the crowd.

The city is not surrounded by plains, but just outside the docklands, next to the slums, is a rolling hill with dense woods that are alive even at this season. Due to its location, this is one of the few places in Nawinx that Rhaegar is familiar with, and it is also the battlefield he chooses - the dense woods and undulating terrain can hide his body well, as long as the difference between his strength and the other party is not too great, with the help of the terrain, he can at least retreat safely.

However, his wish was dashed momentarily before entering the woods, and a figure in a mage's robe appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking his path.

The short-range teleportation technique, which allows mages to reach any place within a radius of 100 meters in an instant, is a magic that only mages of the fourth order and above can master.

"Name you," the apparently dominant mage said in a commanding tone, pointing at Rhaegar with his staff, "and the teacher, and then I'll think about what to do with you." "This is a middle-aged man of about forty years old, and he has a fourth-order mage badge pinned to his chest, but the staff he holds, as well as the clothes he wears, are all items that only those archmages can use.

Rhaeggar's lips quirmed, but he didn't make a sound, and he looked at the mage in front of him in awe, and the expression of a beginner apprentice strengthened his opponent's confidence.

"You should be glad you didn't hurt my cousin," the fourth-order mage clearly appreciated the other party's reaction, as a humble being who was abandoned by his own mentor due to his lack of talent and was forced to flee to this remote kingdom far from the mentor's location after stealing some of the mentor's magical materials, Rhaeggar's reaction made him feel like a big man, and in order to be able to continue appreciating this reaction, he decided to continue to exert pressure:" Otherwise, you're a corpse now, and now say your name and teacher, and if I happen to know you, I'll let you go - of course, until then, of course, you have to learn a lesson for your mistakes..."

Rhaegar's body suddenly fell backwards without warning, startling the mage who was immersed in pride, and the spell stored in the staff was almost fired.

"Damn it," cursed the mage, who had always considered himself noble, as he cautiously approached Rhaegar and made sure that the latter had stopped breathing, "a coward, a shame for a mage, to be scared to death before a battle because of the strength of his opponent, it would bring shame on the entire mage world. ”

Surrounded by intense disappointment and anger, the mage was completely unaware that behind him, a translucent shadow-like object was silently floating in the air, rapidly approaching him, and before the mage could turn away, an energy arrow shot out of the shadow's hand and pierced his body.

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