It was still the same magic tower that was high up, as if he was despising all beings in the world, a magic apprentice was whispering to his friend, his voice was not loud, squirming in the empty magic tower.

"Isn't the Grand Magician crazy...... I've heard that lately he's been in a lot of contact with some of the oddities of the Mortal Empire...... Even the time for meditation has decreased. Leaning into his companion's ear, he spoke of strange things that had been heard lately.

This magic tower is the royal magic tower of the archmage Frentzberg, and everything in it belongs to him alone. Here he is the uncrowned king, so he can do whatever he wants here.

However, a powerful magician needs the support of meditation cultivation, and if he becomes obsessed with other things and forgets to improve himself, then he is likely to be surpassed by other magicians and lose his status.

In recent times, the Grand Wizard of Frenzberg seems to have been a little too unprofessional, and he has been doing strange things so often that he has forgotten to sleep and eat.

For the sake of those strange things from the mortal empire, he even reduced the time he spent teaching his apprentices a lot. As a result, most of the apprentices became dissatisfied with Frenzberg, as they didn't want to waste their precious lives here.

"Shhhh Don't mention it! I heard that yesterday the envoy of the Arrant Empire sent a strange iron cylinder...... The two senior brothers went to persuade them, but they were expelled by the teacher......" Another young apprentice said this, with horror on his face.

He still vividly remembers the image of the two apprentices being kicked out of the magic tower that day, and it was a terrifying thing.

If you can't learn something, you can mix some basic magic skills to go back.,If you're expelled.,It's a big deal.,Although you can also transfer to other great magicians.,But under normal circumstances,This kind of "second palace" person,And the author of the second palace is not very popular.。

"Don't you say it, after seeing that iron bump, the archmage has been locking himself in his room, and he hasn't eaten breakfast today...... If this continues, Archmage Frenzberg will lose his current position. The apprentice who spoke first shook his head and sighed.

The other person also nodded, agreeing with his statement: "Isn't it, crazy and crazy, it seems that our magic tower will have to change its master sooner or later!" What are we going to do then? ”

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I heard that my windows were blown up yesterday. It hasn't been fixed until now. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it, the room is full of things from the Mortal Empire, and people are languishing......"

Just as the two of them were leaning against the corner and talking, the door of the Mage Tower was rudely pushed open from the outside. A fat and bearded magician walked into the magic tower with his chin held high, startling all the magic apprentices who were practicing and cleaning.

"Archmage Leyson...... How did he get here? I heard that he doesn't deal well with the teacher, and he has always been a sworn enemy in the Magic Council......" An apprentice who knew the comer's face changed greatly, and looked at the great magician who walked in, and his legs and stomach trembled with fright.

Hearing his words, the other people's faces also changed, and some even subconsciously retreated, they knew that today's incident was not a joke.

Breaking into the magic towers of other great mages without being invited has always been seen as rude to challenge the other party. Looking at today's posture, the great magician Leyson who came to find trouble is obviously prepared, and he hasn't been meditating much recently, and the great magician of Frenzberg, who has not accumulated much magical breath, will definitely suffer a lot of losses this time.

Behind the Grand Mage of Leyson were several of Leyson's magic apprentices, dressed in gorgeous white robes. At first glance, it is a few of the most successful students under Leyson. They came with a menacing momentum this time, and they definitely came prepared.

"Oh no! Oh no! "One of the magic apprentices in the mage tower was so frightened that he ran up the spiral steps, shouting loudly, wanting to give the magic apprentices at the top of the stairs and his teacher.

Leyson didn't care about this at all, he was ready for everything today, and he had calculated that Frenzberg was at his weakest to attack and attack, and he was simply victorious, and he didn't have to worry about those subsections at all.

He followed the magic apprentices who had run up the spiral staircase, and walked up the stairs unhurriedly, brewing in his mind for a moment about the battle between the two: his magic reserves were twice as high as the other's, and the two of them were at the same level of magic - and the duel would be one-sided.

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt, as if he had seen the smug expression on which he stepped on Frenzberg. The two of them have been fighting openly and secretly in the magic council for so long, in order to wait for today's opportunity to compete for the winner?

Originally, he thought that he was fifteen years younger than Frenzberg, and when Frenzberg was older, he would eventually show some flaws due to his lack of physical strength. But he never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.

Inside the room, Frenzberg, who heard the noise outside, still stared intently at the huge iron lump in front of him. This cannon was sent by the Arrant Empire, and because it was claimed to be a new invention of Ellan Hill, it was intercepted by Frenzberg and used to "study for a few days".

Touching the cold and heavy iron wall with his hand, feeling this heavy and solid feeling without breath and no rhythm, Wrenzberg felt a door slowly open in front of him.

He had always sought to push his limits, but he always felt that an insurmountable wall was right in front of his eyes, but now, that wall seemed to be fragile, at least, he felt that he was no longer the same person as yesterday.

The windows were shattered and shattered, and they were completely shattered by shells. All that was left was a pitiful window frame, hanging crookedly on the folding, looking comical and dilapidated. A cold wind blew into the room, with the slight swing of Frentzberg's white beard.

"It's an exciting creation...... "It's a very exciting creation," he said, saying highly of the thing in front of him: "Iran Hill...... Are you my last answer? Interesting! Interesting! ”

"Unexpected! What I have pursued all my life is not in the west, but in the mortal kingdom of the east...... Those ants...... No, you can't call them ants now, they're not ants, it's something to look at...... Target...... Mortal! He muttered, with a smile on his face, and paid no attention to the noise that was getting closer.

"I knew that wisdom was the most precious treasure of mankind compared to the surge of magic! If only I had seen these things thirty years ago. His hand rested on the muzzle of the cast cannon, stroking its smoothness.

"Bang dang!" His door was pushed open from the outside, and the apprentice Wilhelm, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, fell backwards into the room and rolled to Frenzberg's feet. Almost at the same time, a rough voice rang out, much to the disgust of Frenzberg: "Hahahaha! Frenzberg! I can't believe that you have today. ”

"Yes! I didn't think I could be where I am today. Frenzberg nodded subconsciously, still reminiscing about the insights that all this mortals brought him.

"I'm Leyson! Today is here to challenge you! The Archmage Ryson raised his hands, and the blazing fireballs on both palms were filled with terrifying reflections on his bearded face.

Apprentice William tried to struggle to his feet, but because of the magic aura that had been beaten in his body, he pulled his internal organs, and fell back to his fallen position, unable to speak.

Frentzberg looked at the two fireball techniques on Leyson's palm, nodded and praised: "It really took a lot of effort to be able to chant two fireball techniques at the same time." ”

"Since you've praised it, then please, go and die!" The smug look on Leyson's face became even thicker, and his voice was already sharp, and he shouted loudly: "Double Fireball Technique!" ”

"Whew!" Of course, Frenzberg did not intend to sit still, the air around him began to gather and condense, curling on his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a handful of scattered steel grit from the box next to the iron cannon and placed it in front of his left hand.

He had a confident smile on his face, as if the Leysin Archmage, whose magical aura was clearly visible, was not a threat to him at all.

Then, in the next second, that wind magic exploded in the palm of his left hand, and the air that had been compressed to the extreme was finally overwhelmed and heated and detonated. And around the palm of his left hand, the air compressed by the wind magic was restrained, forming an invisible cannon breech. The flames swelled in this transparent chamber, instantly pushing the iron sand on the palm of Frenzberg's right hand out.

As if a tiger cannon was firing at close range, the steel grit formed a bloody storm in front of Frentzberg, and the particles that flew out like steel needles were accelerated by the explosion to a state like a sharp blade, cutting everything that stood in the way.

In just an instant, a super large shotgun fires at close range, and Leyson, who is the target, and several of his apprentices completely experience what it means to "fire ten thousand arrows".

Before they could see what they were facing, the steel sand rushed into their flesh. Shattered their meridians, cut their veins, embedded them in their spleens and stomachs, and remained in their eyeballs.

The two fireballs were blown out of shape by the passing steel sand halfway through, and were extinguished before they hit Flensberg.