At that moment, a series of roars rang out from various locations along the Avenue of Broken Bones.

The earth was wailing, the air was whistling and blasting away dust and masonry, and the screams and shouts of the people were drowned out in the roar.

At this time, of course, no one would notice that most of the physical simulacrums of the Staff of Broken Throat that kept flashing in the air disappeared in an instant. The remaining half of the simulated entity also began to become translucent due to the turbulence of the magic, crackling and flashing with electric light as if the signal was unstable.

The lack of a caster directly led to the collapse of the ritual. When the silver-gray nodes in the air were extinguished one by one, the violent electricity immediately began to crawl on the dark clouds, and a slightly smelly hurricane swept through the air, and the air pressure instantly decreased, making the few people who could still stay calm also begin to panic.

At this moment, a silver-gray light flashed, and a tall middle-aged man with slightly curly long hair instantly appeared in the middle of the entire ritual field.

The wind caused by the mana disorder blew freely in the air, blowing the man's long tan hair wildly, revealing a bronzed skin rarely seen in the Northlands. The most striking thing is the man's slender scar that runs horizontally through his lips and extends to both cheeks, as if he had a blade in his mouth.

That man was Marcus.

After the golden-level wizard who had tried to contact the origin appeared in the air, he didn't make a sound, and only made two simple gestures, and the gradually dimming silver-gray halo around him was instantly covered with a brighter silver.

After he took over the control of the ritual, these magical powers not only stopped dissipating, but gathered together, and multiplied at a slow but determined rate that was like breathing.

Just one person joined the ritual, and the effect was almost comparable to that of nearly thirty people's Staff of Broken Throat.

But he was also restrained by the ritual and couldn't get out.

At least until the ritual is three-quarters complete, no matter what happens, it must go on. Otherwise, the magic of the reverse flow alone is enough to make the participants of the ritual less able to control the witchcraft. For himself, this is just a significant decrease in the success rate of his spells for a certain period of time; But for the Staff of Broken Throat, who were already using magic beyond the limits of their control, it would have nearly killed them.

Marcus's teeth of hatred were about to crush.

I don't know who I offended recently, first the two people who His Majesty personally ordered to take care of were captured by the people of the Castle Lock, and then his own street fell into chaos due to the explosion.

He thought it was an accident, but he didn't expect the explosion to become particularly accurate, and several witchcraft positions hidden underground with more than twenty wizards he had carefully cultivated were blown into the sky.

Because of his modification of the Staff of Broken Throat, these wizards who wield the magic of madness are no longer able to use the normal Stand Wall as a defense. Covered in the core area of the explosion by an explosion of this level without protection, it can be said that there are no dead corpses, and whether they can find the foam depends on where they stood before they died.

But in addition to his anger, Marcus has a slight fear of the mastermind of the explosion that cannot be ignored.

He knew almost nothing about causing the explosion. Either used to burst. The explosives, the time and place of their placement, how to find out the witchcraft positions they have set up, whether they are spies or betrayed by the top...... He didn't know anything about it. He didn't even know what the person who caused the explosion wanted.

At the same time, he had an almost premonitional fear in his chest, and it became more and more evident as time passed:

The number of sorcery positions that have been detonated is too dangerous. It's just right.

While maintaining his awareness of the outside world and maintaining his protective sorcery, Marcus can only replace at most six sorcery positions. If Marcus were to forcibly complete the ritual in place of the seven Witchcraft Positions, he would lose his sense of the Wall of Aum for a short period of time - that is, he would lose the ability to cast spells entirely.

Marcus feared that since the other party had identified his five witchcraft positions, there was no reason why he couldn't find the remaining four.

If he detonated half of the remaining positions - nay, even one of them while he was leading the ritual, then Marcus would be almost entangled here.

But the lock of the green fruit can't be put down. I don't know who secretly sent the news of the past, but it seems that the Locks of the Green Fruit had already learned in advance that the Staff of Broken Throat wanted a war. Marcus's wizard's eye had seen from afar that the Locks of Green Fruit had been preparing for battle since the vision appeared over Shatterthroat Avenue.

Damn it!

Marcus's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and the wild blood from his father made his sanity almost boil.

Originally, his side should have taken the absolute initiative. But because of this inexplicable explosion, even if the other witchcraft positions were not detonated, the guidance ceremony that gave him peace of mind until the end was over, but the first hand had already been lost.

If he was allowed to successfully place this witchcraft within the scope of Qingguo Avenue, not to mention the specific lethality, the streets that burned up in an instant would be enough to demoralize. In terms of the average discipline level of the mercenaries in the City of Fortune, it can be said that after the first round of lightning bombardment, basically the opponent's miscellaneous army will directly break and flee.

But now that the enemy has reacted and reacted, his sorcery has lost its tactical value, even if it is done immediately.

Marcus swears if he finds that one in his own street bombing. Bastard, he's going to have to put on an iron coat full of blades on the inside, and then crumple that bastard with the coat with a twisted stance.

Looking condescendingly at the people who were gradually calming down, Marcus barely felt some comfort in his heart.

If nothing else, at least I haven't been here in vain these days.

These people believe in themselves so much, so at least, stick with them to the end!

With similar thoughts, the residents around Roland who had been running around him stopped and stared up at Marcus floating in the air.

Although they didn't know much about the current situation, they at least knew that if Master Marcus could stabilize the situation, maybe there was hope for them?

This group of ordinary people didn't know anything about wizards, but they felt that no matter how powerful the wizards were, they wouldn't be able to beat more than 500 wizards against more than 300 skilled people, right?

In particular, some of the wizard masters seem to have something happened in the explosion......

But looking at Marcus's calm face, the long-lost courage seemed to slowly reverberate in his chest again.

Maybe, win?

No, even if you can't win, do you have to throw in the towel before you start?

They remembered the words of their youth, of their relatives and friends who had lost their lives because of the violation of all kinds of messy rules, and of the fact that-

Just as they were torn between fleeing and staying here, an excited young voice came from the side: "Master Marcus, come on!" ”

"Yes, Master Marcus, come on!"

"Come on! Master Marcus! ”

"Damn, I'm not running away! I'm not going to run away! ”

The young voice seemed to be a fuse, and the residents were moved by it and shouted excitedly.

The emotions in people's hearts are intertwined, and the courage that has not been seen for a long time is like sunshine that warms the hearts of the residents under the dark clouds.

That's the color of hope. It looks so beautiful in the midst of a desperate situation.

After taking the lead in shouting, Roland cleared his throat and moved his feet lightly without a trace, leaving the position where he had just stood.

Yes, it's good to be emotionally charged and hopeful. Only in this way will Roland be able to fulfill the expectations of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor.

However, the current hope is too fragile to be no different from hallucinations, and it only takes a light blow to "wake up". Hope in that desperate situation is as beautiful as glass, but fragile. Only by forging this fragile hope into steel can it be possible to save them.

So, what can be used to hammer hope?

Roland smiled a dazzling smile.

"Nature is despair, and only the despair that drowns to the point of suffocation will make the rare hope beautiful and touching, so ......"

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction, number six, detonate immediately! The detonation is delayed by 30 seconds on the 8th, and the detonation is delayed by 50 seconds on the 9th to the 12th! ”

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Go to Sanjiang today, ask for a Sanjiang ticket~ (bow)

But with so many great gods in the same issue of Sanjiang, I feel a lot of pressure...... Let's not talk about the insects in the same area.,There are several old authors above LV3LV4 such as Phantom Rain and Old Devil...... I feel that the top five are hanging (forehead)

If you don't know how to vote for Sanjiang, please go to the work related ~ (tea)