Fluctuation is not a completely benign character innate trait, but it is not bad, to be precise, it should be a very face-oriented trait, because having this character trait means that the magical energy in your body cannot be arranged neatly through normal spell-casting techniques, and will always only cast the spell you want to cast in the form of a turbulent current - or "pour" out.

To avoid the negative effects of this character, giving up the path of magic to become a pure warrior may be a desirable but compromising option.

However, frenzied fluctuations are certainly not entirety, only negative. With this innate gift, your Mage or Warlock class will automatically change to a special Berserker or Berserker, and the effects of the spell will often be slightly different from the original one, in addition to a certain range of fluctuations in the caster's level each time......

Well, yes, slightly...... It's just that this "slightly" variable depends on the depth of your understanding of madness magic and your method of control, as well as your luck.

In the case of Fireball, a regular mage's Fireball will blast at the target location at the caster's will, then create an explosion, which will then deal fire type area magic damage.

The Frenzy Mage's fireball technique is different. You can never predict exactly what kind of magic effect this magic fireball will produce, it may be launched by you normally and explode normally, it may explode in your own hands before you launch it, and it is not impossible to teleport directly to the enemy's face the moment it leaves your fingertips, and the original fireball suddenly splits into two, three, or even four like scratches......

It's no joke.

This is the case with mages and warlocks with the trait of Crazy Wave characters, who are the engine of annihilation one second and save the world the next.

That's why players say that they play kitchen knives in good times, rely on the law master in adversity, and gamble crazy in desperate situations.

As for the probability of a spell's effect fluctuating, some mages and scholars who have studied it believe that it is related to the personal beliefs and will of the frenzied caster.

The explanation of faith is very simple, and the game's mad mage players often believe not in Magik, the god of magic, or Noreqi, the goddess of knowledge, but in Lachry, the goddess of luck.

The will of the individual is reflected in the caster's proficiency in controlling the turbulence of magic. The turbulence of magic is not completely out of control, just like when you fall into a fast-flowing river, if you are clear-headed, you will subconsciously grasp the life-saving straw and try to get to the shore, and the confused person may go with the flow and eventually drown, or be lucky enough to be washed back to shore by the current.

Dorothy was the man whose sanity had been burned by rage, and she was so emotionally broken that she couldn't contain the magic turbulence in her body, but the river called Crazy Waves didn't wash her up to safety, but only pushed her further to the extreme of getting out of control.

Dambert knows his daughter. The red-haired man deliberately guided her to do so, as if he was enjoying a stage play that performed destruction, and the big sword in his hand watched the smoke in front of his vision gradually become clearer, and the expression on his face suddenly changed to serious calmness and seriousness after a while: "He's here." ”

But not to himself, but to the other two people beside him, Ted the Psychic Mage and Sana, who claimed to be the priest of Doom.

Soon, the smoke cleared—

The fireball technique that exploded on the spot burned the floor and walls of the entrance to this underground laboratory to a color close to carbon black, but the red-haired girl still knelt in the center of the embers unharmed, her slender silhouette was not completely overturned by the heat wave of flames, the position of her chest was disordered and undulating, the weakness of wheezing flowed from between Sakura's lips, and the sea-blue eyes reflected a transparent magic barrier that enveloped herself, and the "protective energy damage" cast by the super magic specialty "Spell Spread".

and a mage who seemed to appear in front of him out of thin air.

Maybe it was through the "teleportation technique", just a moment ago.

The mage stood with his back to her, his iron helmet on his head, facing the cult trio in the laboratory room, his staff in his hand glittering with magic, and the wide, delicate dragon rune robe represented a powerful and noble force that surrendered to him.

The unfocused milky white eyes of the spirit sucking mage flashed a bundle of imperative determination, and immediately clenched the staff in his hand, an upper part of which seemed to be a long stick wrapped around a black snake, the snake's mouth opened and bit a purple-gray gem located at the top of the staff, and the deep voice was a little inherently turbid: "Victor ......"

"Victedo?" Dorothy froze, kneeling on the ground and looking up at the man's back, "You're... Lord of the Castle? ”

Yes, he exactly.

The owner of Twilight City turned half of his face to reveal the half-Halloween-style pumpkin smile on his helmet in the girl's gloomy eyes.

Then he turned his gaze forward.

"Ted." The dragon mage's face was obscured by his helmet, and he only looked like a metallic smile, "Betrayal from within us, I thought the evil I had to face should be more black and white. ”

"There is no betrayal here, and there is no loyalty." Ted replied indifferently, "The Doomsday Cult promised me the knowledge of the evil gods, so I chose them, and the reason is as simple as that. ”

"That's chilling." Victor shook his head, "Even a little overwhelmed by me...... But not blind! ”

As soon as the words fell, the staff in the mage city lord's hand suddenly raised towards the red scorpion leader and the Kasha woman who had two teleportation circles under their feet.

Dambert's wait had paid off, and the red-haired man, who had always been very calm, confirmed that the person who appeared in his eyes should be Victor himself, and then decisively used the teleportation scroll in his hand, and prepared to leave with himself and Sana as the target of the teleportation.

Victedo's eyes were sharp, like a sharp sword stabbing straight at Dambert, who was wielding the scroll. The staff in his hand didn't even give the slightest warning, and from this moment it pointed to the top of the side with a little emerald green halo.

The halo then expanded rapidly, spreading out into the entire basement in the form of a massive spherical force field barrier with a shimmering light.

That's the "Space Lock", a high-level protection spell with 8 rings.

The conventional countermeasure used by mages against teleportation magic is the "dimensional anchor" of the 4-ring protection system. The 8-ring spatial lock is an enhanced version of the 4-ring dimensional anchor's range, preventing all interdimensional travel contained within the magic barrier, and even the "astral projection" of the 9-ring will be directly denied by the laws of this magical force field.

Victor is good at this type of spell and is also confident in his casting.

However, the translucent emerald barrier suddenly stalled and spread as it approached Dambert and Sana. Ted raised the black snake staff in his hand, remembering in his mind that the 8-ring spell slot of the same spell was consumed as the "material" for spellcasting, as if he had given a special order to force the magic force field generated by the space lock to shake violently, and then shatter and collapse on the spot.

He wasn't lying. This is his guild, half of the mage tower that belongs to him, and even a transcendent mage who is close to a legend has no right to do whatever he wants in the "tower" of another high-level mage.

The figures of the Red Scorpion Leader and the Doomsday Priestess then disappeared in the teleportation array.

Victor was a little surprised. He realized that he seemed to be underestimating the psiloca's abilities, and then focused his attention on the latter's octopus head.

Ted Hearst waited for his gaze, the tentacles of his jaw showing greedy restlessness, followed by a declaration of war: "Come on, Dragon Vein Mage, next is the duel between us." ”

"Defeat me and save your city – or defeat me and let me eat your brains!"