After an unknown amount of time, Isis woke up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Overhead is a dim light - the light stone lamp of fifty years ago can still be used, I have to admire the quality of the construction back then, the three sages of alchemy live up to their reputation, but it's a pity, why not a mage, a mage? What about the mage who defeated me? I didn't die? a battle mage? Is there such a branch of mage?

A deep, magnetic voice sounded from behind, "Are you alright?"

"Your Excellency, for me, for the treatment? ”

The battle mage's massive body slowly appeared in view: "Do you know why you failed?"

"Slow. ”

The battle mage sighed and shook his head: "The chant of the fifth-level spell just now, if I guessed correctly, it only takes eight seconds, right?" ”

"Not fast enough. ”

"There is no point in having a hard mouth, even if a priest blesses you with an 'Angel Blessing', it is impossible to raise it to less than four seconds," the battle mage tapped her forehead lightly, "The human brain has a limit to processing speed. Level 5 spell, fastest, four seconds to chant. ”

Isis's eyes widened.

"Speed is really the key to success. This is especially true for mage versus. Knowing this limit, once the opponent is determined to chant a level 5 spell, the rest is enough to launch a surprise attack that can break the shield within four seconds. ”

Isis fell to her knees.

So precise!

Why is this battle mage's judgment so accurate? The fifth-level spell chant for four seconds is an experience that can only be summed up after how many bloody battles, how many times to survive, and how many victories!

This battle mage doesn't have the weak appearance of a mage at all!

Tall, strong, bright-eyed, energetic! Is it because of such a strong and agile body that you can win again and again, or because you win again and again?

Could this be the path that a mage should take?

The battlemage straightened up in the dim light, his already burly figure even taller.

"Stand up, young mage. Ever since the alchemist made the first forbidden spell scroll, the mage has declined. ”

Isis stood up and said indignantly: "Prepare for three days before you can put one!

"But in a thousand years, there are only seven Dharma gods who can release forbidden spells on their own. Alchemy, driving the noble mage off the altar, turning the long and arduous meditation into a compound of alchemy materials and magic circles that can be exchanged as long as there is money!"

Isis bowed her head.

This battle mage, who is not old, has too deep an understanding of mages.

As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem.

The forbidden curse of slaughtering cities and destroying the country, no matter how much money is spent, as long as it is not a small country with thousands of people, the people of the whole country can still save one or two. Therefore, even if it is a small country, there is no need to bow down and beg in front of the Fa God.

The mage, the once dominant being, the ultimate existence that once stood at the top of all combat classes, has declined.

Damn alchemy!

The battle mage's voice grew deeper and deeper: "Mage, if you want to recover, you must take a new path. ”

Isis knelt down for the second time: "Please...... Guide me!"

"If I can coach, that's a ghost!" Duck said loudly in the team chat, "The one in the back, right?

"Reject her!" Hickstu reacted quickly, "just say she's too tender!"

Duck looked at the girl's face full of hope with pity, and shook his head slightly: "You are too tender." ”

Hickstu almost collapsed: "Can you speak?"

Duck complained, "Didn't you tell me to say that?"

For example, if the time is not ripe and the conditions are not available, you guys have blocked the back road, how can you make it up later?"

Duck was exchanging words with Hikstu in the team chat, but Isis said, "I'm sorry, sure enough, I'm too stupid." However, I can learn!"

Hickstu yelled, "Soak her! No, no, no, no, set her! Talk to her, what are you doing, where do you live, who are your parents—huh?"

George glared at him coldly, and Hickstu shuddered and quickly shut his mouth.

Duck bent down and looked at the girl coldly: "I don't accept inexplicable apprentices. ”

Hickstu excitedly said, "Perfect routine! ”

The girl's eyes were full of determination: "My name is Isis, and my father is Clemson of Jerusalem. ”

Hickstu couldn't help but exclaim in the team chat, George's eyebrows raised high, and Duck was already stupid.

Clemson was the commander of the garrison of Jerusalem in the last Holy Guard War, and when reinforcements did not arrive, he led his troops to fight the Arabis to the last soldier, and finally died a heroic martyr.

Now, his daughter is on her knees at my feet and wants me to teach her magic?

Hickstu, who recovered the fastest of the three, shouted, "Don't waver, this silence is just right!

Duck learned George's tone and said lightly: "After the martyrs...... You might want to think about it. Before that, you have to be honest and answer, how many of you are there, and what are you here for?"

"Fifty-five, plus an employer. for the loss of justice and reputation. So, Master Dark, your purpose?"

George sighed in the team chat: "I know who they are." It's hard to deal with. ”

Duck asked, "Who?"

"Answer her question first, and say that you are a mercenary, and you have been entrusted to save people. I'll explain to you later who they are. ”

Duck said to Isis, "I'm a mercenary of Team 1643, someone got lost here, and I accepted the commission to find her. ”

Isis's eyes flashed with joy, and she raised her little face and said expectantly, "I can help you!

Hikstu quickly said in the team chat: "Don't agree! Hold on, take out the shelf! There is no one of the high-level mages to talk to!"

Duck's eyebrows raised slightly, leaned down, and slowly approached Isis's white and delicate face, and the big nose was about to poke into Little Joan's nose.

Isis had never been so close to a stranger when she had grown so big, her face began to burn, her neck became red, her fists clenched tightly and refused to relax, and although her legs trembled a little, her feet were pinned in place.

"Give her a slap in the face!" shouted Team Hickstu.

Duck was shocked: "What?"

"Let her know that she is a captive, and say less about conditions!"

"Can you do it?"

"This stubborn girl just has a hard shell! It's soft when it's smashed, and you can play with it as you want—uh, you can handle it!—stop fighting now!"

"Why don't you fight again?"

"It's been too long, the atmosphere is not right!

Duck inexplicably held out his index finger, and Isis stared blankly.

"Pick her chin, blow in her face, and pose like soaking her!"

Isis stared blankly, this powerful high-level mage, stretched out an index finger, shook it in front of him for a while, and then slowly moved away, inserted it back into his own nostrils, digging, digging.

"Isis, if you like to help, you can help, don't help me myself. As for whether to teach or not, depending on my mood, now, disappear from my presence, or, obediently be my hostage. ”

Isis was dumbfounded, gritted her teeth, and said, "Hostage." ”