Chapter 3: The Death Mage

"Explosion Circle!!

Geraff was shocked to find that someone had set a trap in Esmeralda's room!

What the hell is going on?

He didn't have time to think about it, he quickly condensed his magic power, and at the moment before the magic array exploded under his feet, he stomped on the ground and jumped up desperately.

"Boom!"

The magic array exploded, shattering the floor.

"Whew~ It's dangerous!"

Geralf's right hand glowed with cyan light, clinging to the ceiling, and the whole person hung from the roof like an ape, dodging the explosion circle.

He wiped a cold sweat and stared at the still burning magic array below with some fear, finally there was no danger.

At this moment, a brownish-yellow light lit up on the ceiling, and a strange magic array also appeared, and two large rock hands suddenly stretched out, hugging Geralf tightly.

"Earth Magic: Earth Spirit Bondage!"

Geralf's little face was a little ugly, an explosion circle and a binding circle, such a sophisticated means, who set this kind of sophisticated trap in Esmeralda's room.

"Assert ......"

A sharp, cold evil laugh suddenly sounded.

Geraff listened to the ominous laughter, and felt a chill in his heart, and looked down at the voice, and a rickety figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

By the light of the burning fire, he could see the man's form.

Pale and withered hair, sallow and dry skin, pouted like an old lady, covered in rotten death, hidden under a wide black robe, a pair of green eyes blooming with an evil light, like a ghost from hell.

This man is too old!

Much older than Byson, like he had been half-buried in the ground, and he didn't have a few days to live.

Coupled with the eerie aura he exudes all over his body, he is simply an old monster!

"Who are you? Why is it in Ace's house? What did you do to her?! Geralf stared at the old monster in front of him, gritting his teeth and saying angrily.

"Don't worry, that little girl is a precious material, and I can't even hurt a single hair of hers!" The old monster smiled, and a white bone wand in his hand knocked on the ground, and a long black snake crawled out.

This black snake looks very evil, its pitch-black body is full of scarlet eyes, dense, and it is still blinking, it looks extremely infiltrating, making Geralf's scalp a little numb.

And on the tail of the black snake, a beautiful blue-haired girl is entwined.

The girl's face was pale, there was sweat on her forehead, her eyes were squinted and not completely closed, she should still be conscious, she seemed to have been infected with paralyzing toxin, and now she was in a semi-comatose state.

"Little love!"

When Geralf saw the girl entangled by the black snake, his heart suddenly became nervous, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and looked at the old monster coldly: "What's wrong with her?!" ”

"Don't worry, this little girl is a rare "elemental spirit" in a hundred years, I can't bear to hurt her, just let her sleep first. ”

The old monster slowly took two steps forward, and his green eyes swept over Geraff calmly, then shook his head, and said expressionlessly:

"Wind, fire, water, earth, thunder...... It's a mixed aura, surrounded by elemental molecules of five natures, a mortal body, garbage goods, this kind of qualification is difficult to become a magician! ”

Geralf was indifferent to the old monster's evaluation, he already knew that his magical talent was very poor, otherwise he would not have failed the magic test for three consecutive years!

Magical talent is mainly judged by elemental affinity, the more single the type of elemental affinity, the higher the magical talent, and the spirit body is the manifestation of a series of elemental affinities reaching the limit!

Conversely, the more elemental affinities a person has, the worse the talent!

Geralf has an elemental affinity of up to five attributes, and the mixed multi-elements greatly reduce his sensitivity to the elements of the outside world, affecting his magical practice.

The old monster stared at Geralf, his eyes suddenly cold, and said, "Waste like you has no value to me!" Blackie, kill him! ”

Hearing his master's order, the black snake quickly straightened up and bit Geralph's neck fiercely.

"This is an extremely rare Netherworld King Snake, born in the land of Yellow Springs, where evil qi gathers, it is extremely poisonous, once bitten there is no cure!"

The old monster looked at Geraff coldly and said, "Boy, you still have five seconds to confess your last words!" ”

Geralf stared at the old monster calmly, without saying a word, looking very calm.

"Four!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

When the countdown was over, the old monster suddenly laughed wickedly, staring intently at Geralf, ready to admire the horror of his death.

At this moment, the Nether King Snake suddenly screamed miserably, and the countless eyes on its body were constantly bleeding, convulsing like crazy!

In less than a moment, the highly poisonous Nether King Snake died violently!

"Uh... What's going on?! ”

The smile on the corner of the old monster's mouth suddenly froze, and he looked at the strangely dead Nether King Snake a little sluggishly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

At the same time, an icy spell sounded:

"Fire Magic: Dragon Fire Dance!"

Geralf finally broke free from the shackles of the earth spirit's hand and landed smoothly on the ground, his fingers flexibly intersected, quickly condensing the magic power of the fire attribute, and spewing out a whirlwind fire dragon from his mouth, drowning the old monster in a sea of fire.

"I'm sorry, I seem to be more poisonous than that stinky snake of yours!" He snorted, picked up Esmeralda quickly, and retreated to the door, distancing himself from the old monster.

The lethality of fire-based magic is very strong, and it is at the top level of the seven-system magic, and the Storm Dragon Flame he casts hits, although this old monster looks unfathomable, but he doesn't believe that he will be intact.

Geralf vigilantly observed the movement ahead, and his magic power was running at high speed, and he did not dare to slack off.

The dragon flame burned for a long time, and it was only when everything in the room was reduced to ashes that the fire gradually weakened, and the strange and rickety black figure reappeared in front of Geralf's eyes.

"Intact, how is this possible!" He was a little incredulous.

"Incredible, really incredible! The Snake of the Netherworld, the leader of the poison, will be poisoned by you, boy, you have given the old man a big surprise! ”

The old monster's green eyes were full of excitement, staring at Geraff as if he had found a rare treasure, and he couldn't help but lick his chapped lips, his face full of longing and greed!

"You... Who the hell are you?! ”

Sensing that evil gaze, Geralf felt fear for the first time in his life, as if he was in the mouth of death, and he couldn't help but hug Esmeralda in his arms and take two steps back.

"Ilankos!" The old monster laughed evilly.

"Impossible!"

Hearing this name, Geralf's body trembled suddenly, only to feel the cold hairs on his body stand up, and he said in disbelief: "Ilankos? That legendary death mage? That guy should have died more than a hundred years ago! ”

At this point, he paused, his gaze fell on the bulging Adam's apple on the old monster's neck, and said, "And, Ilankos...... But women! ”