Even after the horrific explosion on Shatterthroat Boulevard, Marcus only symbolically sent two wizards to the tavern where the explosion occurred.

After making sure that no one had planted a bomb in the tavern, the two wizards simply set up a barricade and immediately went back.

From that time on, everyone knew that war was inevitable.

Since the explosion, the noise of the Broken Throat Avenue has become louder and louder, and people with special intentions have jumped into the sunlight and said something loudly, gathering a large number of confused and uneasy people. Anxiety and panic began to spread to each other like a plague, and even spread to nearby neighborhoods as people fled the area.

But what reassures those who are a little sane is that His Excellency the Silent Wizard is silent about the chaos in front of him. Neither those who jumped out like clowns calling or fished in troubled waters who had begun to loot in the chaos were executed by the patrolling wizards of the Staff of Broken Throat.

It was as if Lord Marcus had given up on them.

At this time, Roland happened to come out of the sewer mouth. There were only twenty-five bottles left in the suitcase.

Although currently only in the Broken Throat Boulevard and a few nearby areas have been arranged for the bomb. bullet, but that's all Roland needs at the moment.

Confusion is contagious. As long as it causes a torrent of chaos and fear in the place at the beginning, the chaos will naturally spread to the entire city of wealth as you run around.

He looked up at the people who had begun to run in chaos, at the people who had begun to smash, scream, scuffle together, at the clown who was shouting freedom and new order on the bridge, frowned and thought for a moment, and then retreated into the shadows of the alley.

Just as the chaos reached a climax, a faint and almost colorless light blue halo flickered from Marcus's station, like a fire rising in the night, or like a lighthouse in a storm, almost instantly calming the people of Broken Throat Avenue.

After a few faint jumps, the light blue halo suddenly brightened hundreds of times, violently jumping into a halo condensed into a bucket, and the silver-gray streamer flashed above the halo and condensed into a large section of runes, and the figure like a blue crystal gradually condensed into an entity in the rune surrounding.

Then, the gray-robed wizards who were exactly the same as real people, but with dull expressions, walked out of the halo one after another.

But Roland knew that this was not the teleportation technique of the enchantment wizard, but the simulacrum of the combat wizard.

Although it may sound lofty, it is nothing more than an improved mirror image.

In the Lookout White Tower, even the battle wizards are divided into several schools: there are those who flexibly use flying techniques and magic storage props to carry out irresistible high-altitude bombardment and aerial combat; There are those who use all kinds of melee sorcery to weaken the enemy, and then use their weapons to kill the enemy neatly; There are also those who use all kinds of unguardable illusions and defensive witchcraft to put themselves in a place of absolute safety, and then calmly use various means to solve each other.

The Staff of Broken Throat, led by the Silent Wizard, is the last one.

Because of the chaotic magic field that perpetually surrounds Mount Balan, the entire Fararah is surrounded by all kinds of demonic creatures. To alleviate the stress, Fararo even has several permanent employment agreements at the Temple of the God of Contract.

Forced by this environment, everyone who grew up in Fararu had to learn how to fight all kinds of strange demonic creatures. Fortunately, the south side of Faraara is right next to the White Tower, so the people of Fararah do not fear and hate wizards because they do not understand it, as Karar does. Starting from the generation of the old king of Fararuo, in more than ten years of savings, the Fararu people have also formed several wizard groups as elite reserves.

The Staff of Broken Throat is one of them.

I saw translucent virtual images condense into entities in the air, then disappear in place, and then randomly appear in another place, outlining silver-gray cardinal points.

Soon, a faint thunderous roar began to be heard in the air.

But the most conspicuous thing was the steel staff in their hands, which was more than a meter long and seemed to be no different from a long-handled axe.

Metal-doped staffs do not write laws about temperature changes, prophecies, and logic strike types, and can make spatial and storm-based sorcery violent and uncontrollable, so most wizards avoid using metal in their staffs.

However, the reason why the Staff of Broken Throat dared to use a staff made of pure steel, or the axe, took advantage of this property.

The people of Fararo have been bathed in the magic of chaos since birth, and with magic running through their veins, they are the easiest people to turn berserkers except for the Suze. But again, the Fararathians are not as sensitive to Aum's laws as the Titans - in other words, they have a high bloodline stat but a natural lack of perception attributes.

In this case, it is very easy for the Fararaj to become a wizard, but it is extremely difficult to become a wizard above the bronze rank, and it is basically impossible to become a wizard of the silver rank.

After all, if they couldn't perceive the laws of Aum's Wall, their souls would not be able to sublimate from it at all.

Marcus is a special case. The reason why he was able to advance all the way to the golden peak in the wizard's way, and even vaguely touched his origin, was because of his special bloodline-

He's a half-demon.

Not a demonic hybrid, but a demonic creature.

To be precise, his father was a Son of Hiss—a two-headed, terrifying howling and roaring wolf, a powerful demonic creature born with a silver order.

The chaotic magic that flowed through his veins allowed him to be born with the ability to unleash roaring and fearful screams at will, so he was rightfully regarded as a monster by his fellow villagers, and was persecuted by the villagers many times. But because of his own bloodline, he was born to be much more sensitive than other wizards.

His story is out of the question. In short, after he became the old mountain king's most trusted wizard advisor, he proposed to form a wizarding group using himself as a model - Marcus didn't mean to let them be wolfed, but to let some less gifted wizards try to harness the power of the fury after training.

He poured his own blood into the bodies of these young wizards, then gave them all-metal staffs, teaching them only a few spatial and storm sorcery in order to achieve speed.

After the training is complete, they have to crush their own throats themselves. While making a silent oath for yourself in exchange for the ability to cast spells silently, you can also restrain yourself from the terrifying roar that you let out all the time.

Then, the Staff of Broken Throat appeared.

This is a terrifying army that only has the rank of Black Iron Rank, but can exert the destructive power of the Bronze Rank.

Even though there were only fifty people here now, seeing the dark clouds that began to gather in the sky, no one doubted that they would destroy the Green Fruit Lock in an instant.

This is a ritual-level combined spell that uses the Five Rings' Lightning Falling Technique as a sample witchcraft, increasing the impact surface by hundreds of times at the cost of reducing the first-order destructive power.

This is not some esoteric witchcraft ritual. If it was a joint spell by fifty Black Iron Rank wizards, it would only take less than twenty minutes to complete the spell.

It is foreseeable that after the thunder strikes down, not only the lock of Qingguo, but also the area near Qingguo Avenue will be shattered by the thunder that falls from the sky. Although wooden buildings can be insulated, they simply cannot withstand the high temperatures of lightning.

Moreover, the ontology of these wizards is hidden elsewhere, using the transmission and casting properties of the simulacrum entity to remotely arrange witchcraft rituals. It can be said that if you don't know where their body is, you can't interrupt it at all; If this ritual is not interrupted, the war will end immediately at the moment it begins.

"That's boring, isn't it?"

Roland leaned against the alleyway, looked up at the darkening sky, and smiled pleasantly.

As if he had a headache, he clenched his right hand into a fist and gently pressed his forehead, a faint hint of silver metallic light between his fingers.

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction," Roland said, whispering in an incomparably gentle voice, "Five, seven, thirteen, twentieth, and twenty-one, detonate immediately." ”

At that moment, it was as if the whole street was silent.

Only Roland and the professor know—

The show began.