"Dead, dead, all dead."

A poet with a slew face and a disheveled hair sat there, staring blankly at the scorched earth ahead, as if he were the corpse lying on the ground.

Within a hundred meters of him, a soul demon with a tall figure and slender arms was rummaging through corpses, trying to find one or two living people to suck their souls.

At this time, it seemed to hear the cry of a living person, its body did not move, and it turned its head 90 degrees, looking at the poet's muttering, like a cruel smile from a mouth that had been cut.

With a snap of its fingers, it pounced on its latest food.

"Bang."

But it was ruthless and cold, and the soul prisoner demon fell in front of the soulless poet like a failed long jump, motionless.

"Archmage Clay, you have been able to control a Soul Prisoner Demon with just the 'Necromantic Immobilization Technique' of the Three Rings, and it really lives up to your reputation." At this time, a middle-aged mage figure slowly emerged, but it was a compliment to the elderly mage Clay who was walking in front.

"Grandpa Clay was originally a master of necromancy, and this method is simply easy to do." At this time, the hot woman beside Master Clay chimed in.

"It's me who gets excited." The middle-aged mage nodded and smiled.

At this time, they were followed by more than a dozen mages, all of whom had come from the capital of the Northern Alliance early in the morning using teleportation.

It wasn't until dawn last night that the teleportation restrictions were completely lifted.

At this time, new figures appeared around the crater one after another.

Compared to the early hours of last night, these people who appeared this time were undoubtedly not the big names in the Northern Alliance or even the entire Ice Fields Mountain Range.

Just the power of the temple, the middle-aged mage glanced at it lightly, and there were no less than ten around the crater.

The Alliance's city guards were officially stationed, constantly reining in the corpses and wreckage that had fallen to the ground.

"Anze, can you see what happened here last night?" Suddenly, Archmage Clay asked.

When asked like this, An Ze, who was standing at the end, showed a look of shame and said embarrassedly: "Archmage Clay, I'm sorry I only saw the traces of the fireball technique, and the others couldn't see it. ”

Suddenly, the other mages around couldn't help but let out a laugh.

After An Ze finished speaking, he immediately regained his composure.

In fact, among the more than ten people present, he and the illegitimate daughter of the alliance leader Tang De in front of him belonged to the queue to come in.

The other party was able to enter this investigation team and follow this Archmage Clay who faintly dominated the power of the entire Northern Alliance Mage Association, naturally because of his family background.

And he Anze benefited from the player who killed all sides last night, Midsummer.

Therefore, he, who is also a player, can follow along and provide knowledge suggestions for players.

"Muen, what do you think?" After greeting another gray-haired archbishop of the church who was also passing by, Master Clay continued to ask questions about the middle-aged mage beside him.

The middle-aged mage Mu En thought for a moment, "Looking at these adventurers who are dying all over the ground, it seems that they are all directly wiped out with instant death spells. I guess it's the six-ring spell of the Death Circle. ”

Suddenly, several mages behind him couldn't help but whisper, "Impossible, how can the Death Circle have such efficiency and power." ”

"Yes, you must know that the death finger of a single body requires seven rings, and the strength of the death circle of the six rings can be imagined."

It's no wonder that these young mages are questioning.

Because the Death Circle is a spell that kills a certain number of life dice, which is equivalent to a certain level of living creatures.

Each caster level is capable of killing 1-4HD (life dice) creatures.

Generally, when level 11 can cast this spell, it will only be able to kill the total number of life of level 27 (27HD combined) at one time.

If you change to a squad with an average level of 3, there are only 9 people.

The power may not be as good as the fireball technique.

"That's right, it's caused by the 'Circle of Death'." However, Master Clay was the final word.

"How?" Frey couldn't help but be surprised at the moment.

Compared with the hot dress she wore when she met Zhao Xu last time, this time her whole body clothes were much more conservative, and this time she came to explore it even more tightly.

"I also have such a scroll in my hand, but it doesn't look like it has this power."

Frey looked at the huge crater smashed by Eldraine's Palace, and at this time, the ground was densely covered with corpses, and they were all divided into circles one by one.

"That's because the scroll in your hand was made by a level 11 mage. However, the spell released by the other party was made by a level 27 mage. Master Clay smiled kindly.

"But Archmage Clay, this number is not right. The power of this spell is capped at level 20, so at level 20, it can kill 20-80 (20D4) life dice at once, which is the sum of the creatures of this level. ”

The questioner was a young mage, his face full of confidence, "But look at the circle of corpses that haven't had time to move. In terms of equipment level and clothing, I estimated that it was probably a level 3 adventurer, so that forty or fifty people would at least have more than 150HD killing power, which was almost twice as bad as the 50 life dice kill expectation of level 20. ”

However, Mage Clay didn't cast an appreciative gaze, and only explained lightly, "Because the opponent's spell is stacked with the legendary specialty 'Spell Miracle', it directly doubles the effect of these spells with variables, so it soars from 80 to a full 160HD of killing power." ”

As soon as these words came out, the mages behind him couldn't help but take a breath.

It's actually a legendary specialty, and the magic effect of spells!

They've heard that the prerequisites for this specialty are "Spell Potency" and "Spell Extreme", and that you need to reach level 27 caster to be able to use it.

"This can't really be an artifact, right?"

It was not uncommon for them to use a staff to use a six-ring spell, and even their own pride in the sky had come into contact with this kind of staff.

It's just that that spell is actually superimposed with a legendary feat, which is twice as powerful, and that's a bit of a stretch.

"No, there is no artifact breath here, the other party is just using a magic wand." Master Clay concluded, "The young man is really willing to kill the other party like this, I'm afraid that the staff energy has been completely consumed." ”

As he spoke, Mage Clay couldn't help but take off his glasses and wipe them with a cloth.

"Grandpa Clay, not really." Frey couldn't help but reach out and tapped the number of various spell circles that were lying on the ground.

The middle-aged mage looked at Frei kindly and explained, "Do you think about the Soul Prisoner Demon in front of us? ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the crater in the distance.

A total of more than a dozen Soul Prisoner Demons were wandering at this time, and many big forces had also cleaned up these somewhat extraordinary numbers of undead creatures in the process of searching the battlefield.

"You can't summon ordinary necromancy, can you?"

Although Frey is not a mage, she has a lot of magic items, and she can't figure it out at the moment.

"It's the high of the Eight Rings that evokes the dead." The young man in the back row said with a bright smile.

"That's a big deal."

Even if she is backed by Tang De and has a lot of wealth, she can't help but sigh at this moment.

She stood up and spun in circles, as if to take in the whole scene in her mind.

"So that's why that midsummer player was besieged by thousands of adventurers, and as a result, he was able to fight back and successfully break through most of them?" The last Anze suddenly came out with this sentence.

"That's right." The elder mage Clay concluded, "The afterlife is terrifying, and the magic items that the afterlife brings are even more terrifying. ”

"Old man, I can't afford to spend millions of gold coins just to show a killing show."

The mages also silently followed the old man and looked ahead, the crater that they had not yet entered, but it smelled and was full of devastation.

This huge crater of meteorites was filled with countless corpses all over the place, most of them were stacked in a messy manner, and they were stained with blood all over the place.

It's like a mass grave.

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Falling Star Town.

The town gate guard.

More than a dozen warriors in full gear stood on top of the sentry post, still wearing the kind of Mithril Acceleration Armor that would be the envy of outsiders.

At this time, because of the sudden ascension of Eldraine's Palace, the entire Northern Alliance was alarmed. Countless powerhouses rushed to the meteorite crash to investigate.

At this time, the city gate of Falling Star Town has a good guard strength because it has to escort the refined Mithril, and it is even more prepared for this special season.

At this time, a mage wearing a shining starlight cloak walked to the city gate, and if a strong person watched, he could even feel the faint aura of death on his body.

The mage didn't pause, and directly took out a letter of introduction and handed it over.

The guards who were reviewing the letters, after breaking the red clay seal on it, glanced at each other with contempt, secretly thinking that the mysterious letter would take such a lot of effort.

"The Northern Alliance Mage Association Branch, now dispatches the Third Ring Mage Midsummer to serve as Falling Star Town-"

The guard jerked his head up, his eyes widening, "You, are you?" ”

"What's wrong?" The captain who was reviewing the package came over and was about to see what was going on.

It was only when his eyes swept the text on the letter, and his face changed instantly.

"Midsummer, a mage."

Zhao Xu showed a warm smile and looked at the guards in front of him to introduce himself.