In a world where material resources are scarce and inheritance is scarce, civilians can break through the shackles of the twelfth level and step into the thirteenth level, which can already be described as amazingly talented.

They suffer from lack of guidance, lack of material, experience is all on their own, and they have to run for life, and martial arts are just a means for them to make a living. They don't have the momentum to move forward, they have to think about family, friends, and the future.

For example, now, a thirteenth-level swordsman can definitely beat a mere ninth-level mage, but Wood still unloads his weapon and salutes Al as a family warrior.

"Welcome back, Ah ...... Thomas...... Lord Brut, Lord Brut, Lord Baron, will be a great pleasure to see you. ”

Obviously, the wandering swordsman knew a lot about his identity, and he pressed him with Brunt.

"You can do it yourself, or do you want me to do it. ”

Al didn't take his words at all, and the stubble followed his rhythm.

Why did he rush to chase this man the next day? This man had too many problems! To sow discord among the core members of the family, rob him of his property, and simply sneak into his yard and wound Boone, Al would not let him go.

He was not afraid of Brut, who was disappointed by what he had done after he left. He's just very sensitive to the word variable now.

Late will change.

If Al of the ninth-level mage does not rely on his identity and confronts the wandering swordsman Wood who lets go, will he be an opponent?

If it was just an ordinary ninth-level mage, it was definitely impossible to be Wood's opponent. But is Al an ordinary mage?

Once his universal scaffolding is built, even one of the two most constraining factors in a mage's battle, the cast time, is not needed. Another factor is magic, which is endless, and the spells are endless.

But is magic a problem for Al with the magic furnace?

If the opponent is a thirteenth-level, no, not a thirteenth-level, tenth-level spell-casting profession that masters spells, Al would not dare to hold it up like this.

A mere wandering swordsman, how can he block the attack of his torrent of spells, and he is not a mage killer like Amanda who specifically targets mages.

Three Heroic Soul Avatars absorbing the fighting skills of the Vengeful Stalkers, one with a spear, one with a short sword, and one with a wand dashed towards Wood.

The room fell silent suddenly, evil rustling whispers, crazy laughter, and black shadows moving around the room.

"Summon the Shadow Demon Legion. ”

Wood's men shivered and shivered, fearful in pairs on guard.

Several people glanced at each other and quietly erased their figures. Whoever this evil mage is, now is a good time for them to build up their merits for the heir of the Iron Blooded Family, Young Master Brut.

The vigilant four horsemen tensed up intently under the malicious gaze.

Al drew a dull blade that had not been used for a long time, and spells lit up on the dark purple sword.

With Al as the center, a subtle ray of lightning spread out, illuminating the entire room. Illuminate the shadows of several people who have disappeared.

"Electromagnetic scanning. ”

The Aphotic Blade turned into a cursed serpent and split into four. The rat boy kept coming out of Al's shadow and blew himself up in the air. Scattered large swaths of shadow energy.

"Negative energy erosion. ”

The Four Horsemen flanked the assassins behind Al on either side, and the finger-sized Curse Serpent silently burrowed into their trousers, crawled into their clothes, and suddenly opened their fangs and mouths, biting down on their hearts and vests.

The entire hall, filled with screams, fears, and shouts, sounded Arle's bland incantation.

"Spell: Heart-Eater. ”

Unreservedly cursed and killed, the four middle- and high-level assassins who fell under the curse were devoured on the spot, their faces were blue, and they died.

The long whip girl who blocked the road before snorted and swung a whip. Several warriors with dual heavy weapons rushed towards Al, stomping the entire hall in an endless reverberation.

The Curse Serpent returned to Arr's hand, and the four Cursed Snakes spat out snake letters, looking coldly at the people coming from all directions. They had just eaten their hearts, and in the sound of Al's indifferent incantation, the dark red snake's pupils scorched and glowed.

"Go ahead and have a good time. Heart-Eater Serpent!"

After eating the heart, the four heart-devouring snakes blessed with a secret spell bounced out of Al's hand like lightning with a swish, poof, puff, and the sound of flesh penetration was endless, eating the heart. A puddle of blood mist erupted from everyone's heart, and their bodies lost their voice, and they were defenseless in the face of strange spells.

Only the agile and magically well-equipped escaped and exited the hall in fear.

At this moment, the entire hall was just a blink of an eye, and all of Wood's weak men were killed by Al.

Wood was entangled in three Heroic Spirit stand-ins, and who could understand the grief of the elite subordinates who had spent so much time and energy gathering and who carried his desire for the future, were all killed by the Baron Thomas in front of him in less than a moment?

He finally became a human being, and finally he was able to dominate other people's lives!

Wood laughed angrily, and the mottled and impure sword qi forced the three heroic spirit stand-ins back with a single sword, and looked at Al fiercely, and the long sword pulled a sword flower and prepared to rush forward to restrain Al with a sword. If he stays any longer, he will have to die here today.

"Very well! Your Excellency Baron Thomas, don't blame me......"

"Self-destruct!"

Just a defeated dog, honestly give me death.

The Heroic Spirit stand-ins blew themselves up one after another, and the magic power in their bodies that supplied the level 10 combat units was the most lethal, and one of them blew Wood's talisman to shakiness. But in a moment, he regrouped around Al, rushed up and blew himself up.

The Shadow Demon Legion pounced on it from all directions and blew itself up.

The army of the little rat brothers came straight out of his shadow and blew themselves up.

The Curse Snake pounces on it and bites it every chance it gets, even if it can't bite through the Dou Qi Protector, how long can your Dou Qi last?

Al just stood aside, three magic furnaces behind him slowly spinning, endlessly pumping mana for summoning.

At the beginning, the Candleburg Library gave Tien a copy of "The Aesthetics of Explosions", which vividly illustrated the art of explosions. After Al learned to do it, the self-detonation of the army of summoned creatures was his means of pressing the bottom of the box.

Wave after wave of explosions, advancing like waves in layers, not giving the wandering swordsman any chance to rush out at all, always in the center of the self-detonating legion.

Wood was bombed and unable to move an inch, and he was defeated and retreated, but he could not retreat, all supported by his fighting spirit and swordsmanship. He had to beg for mercy in humiliation, begging for mercy from a small ninth-level mage.

"Your Excellency Baron Thomas, I ask for your forgiveness. Please forgive me for my offense!"

The young four horsemen who grew up in a country manor were dumbfounded, is this the power of a mage?

Al was unmoved by Wood's pleas for mercy, Aurett had no habit of underestimating enemies, and nobles always acted in a way that killed them all and left no trouble.

A Heroic Soul stand-in suddenly pierced through the layers and exploded to hug Wood, and another Heroic Spirit stand-in also swooped in, striking back and forth, and the body constructed from the cold and hard lines of magic blurred locked him firmly. The whole person is encased in a full-body shackle.

"Icy shackles. ”