Dai Lan hid above the 10,000-year-old tree with lush foliage, his eyes like an eagle, staring at everything that happened under the tree.

He actually had a small pine branch in his mouth, which was quite careless. In fact, he was waiting for the right moment to make a move.

Our attentive butler Murray had already seen Dai Lan's thoughts, and today this arrogant little boy had to stand up for Emily.

However, Dai Lan's martial arts are too far behind that black-robed mage, and if he continues like this, it is undoubtedly equivalent to death. Thinking of this, the old Scottish man was anxious in Dai Lan's head.

"Can't you just stop for a moment?" Feeling the strangeness of his hot head, Dai Lan frowned and whispered to Murray.

Murray sighed and didn't answer.

The black-robed apprentice mage was not lightly injured by the hidden weapon, and coughed up blood while covering the wound.

He wiped the stains on his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and looked viciously at Emily, a cold beauty who fell to the ground.

Suddenly, my heart fluttered, and evil thoughts crept into my heart.

"Anyway, there is no one around, and as a victor, of course I have the right to enjoy the spoils." The black-robed mage muttered to himself.

Indeed, in this age of the jungle, victory is the only criterion!

He slowly approached the fainting beauty lying on the ground, his eyes shining green, and the branches on the ground creaked.

However, the knights who had just been poisoned by the mist and turned into zombies now stood up one after another, leaning on the black-robed mage to surround them. They chirped and smelled the fresh, fresh and alive, and were extra excited.

The black-robed mage snorted coldly from his throat, full of disdain: "I originally wanted you to fend for yourself, but it seems that you don't need it anymore." ”

He stretched his arm deep, raised his palm, flipped his fingers down, and muttered a few words of mantra in his mouth.

Dai Lan could see clearly on it that there was a terrifying tattoo on his exposed arm, and the tattoo was a black staff with a snake's head!

Looking at the five zombies again, they immediately stopped howling and began to tremble, and then knelt on the ground one after another, as if begging for mercy. They were cautious, their teeth chattering, and they seemed to cry.

The black-robed mage showed no mercy, and his right palm quickly slapped on their heads. With each shot, the zombie fell in response, and his own palms gradually turned pale blue.

The old butler Murray suddenly exclaimed: "Mr. Dai Lan, this is a very vicious method of practicing demons. ”

"Huh?"

Murray hastened to explain to Daylan.

In the medieval mage world, a strange phenomenon was discovered. Some people don't need to practice hard to achieve high levels. The other type of people, no matter how hard they try, can only become elemental mages at the third rank at most. Therefore, the consensus reached by everyone is that talent is a necessary condition for becoming a good mage.

But what exactly is talent? Can it be quantified? Why are some people so talented?

For thousands of years, no magician has been able to articulate these questions.

Later, there was a guy called Andreas. Visalius' awakened magician, vowing to figure this out. He gave up his esteemed professorship at the Academy of Magic, and was paid a handsome 50 gold louis a year, but willingly became the grave keeper of the Wizard's Cemetery.

This awakened mage secretly dissected the remains of no less than 100 dead mages in the dark of night. Unexpectedly, they found that the inside of their minds was much the same, except that a specific area of the mind of a high-level mage was much larger than that of an ordinary mage, and it carried a light blue liquid in it, which was also much more. He judged that this liquid determined a person's talent for cultivating magic.

Of course, we now know that that's what is called the Inspiration Cell.

The grave keeper was sentenced to death for dissecting, damaging, and insulting the body of a dead magician, but his theories became the truth of the profession.

Let's remember this immortal name once again, the genius awakened magician, Andreas. Vesalius!

According to legend, a divine magician in later generations created an evil magic in order to increase the inspiration cells in his mind. After being magically used, the inspiration cells of ordinary people become extremely active, and then the temperature rises and boils. And the caster can easily absorb these inspiration cells into his own body.

This kind of magic is called zombie transformation.

However, magicians cannot increase their own inspiration cells indefinitely, because the area of the mind where they are stored is limited, and the cells of others and the substances in their own body will always have some rejection, which greatly limits absorption.

Overall, the Wizard can increase his Inspiration Cells by 40% in this way!

This magic was so evil that it was listed as one of the two forbidden spells by the League of Magicians, and gradually disappeared.

I don't know why, but this black-robed apprentice mage actually knows how to use this magic.

After listening to Murray's explanation, Dai Lan became even more hostile to this despicable villain, and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

The black-robed mage absorbed a large number of inspiration cells, which was very satisfying, but also consumed a lot of energy. He shook his body a few times and coughed dryly for a while, apparently he still couldn't absorb the talents well.

He slowly approached Emily, looked at the girl lying on the ground, and said to himself as if he was stupid: "My dear eldest lady, I didn't expect to get you so easily." Although you are my ...... sooner or later"

The black-robed mage bowed. Body, with that pale blue hand gently stroked Emily's little face: "Oh, my dear beauty, your skin is so smooth and soft; Your facial features are so delicate and breathtaking. In the whole city of Dundee, I am the only one who can be worthy of you! Because I'm the only magician here, I'm the richest person here. ”

Between the lightning and flint, he felt that the evil wind above his head was not good, and it seemed that there was a thousand forces pressing straight down.

It was too late to see the situation clearly, and there was no time to find out who the sneak attacker was, so once again, with instinct, the apprentice mage rolled sideways and dodged the attack. It's just that the incident happened suddenly, and coupled with a rib injury, he hid very embarrassed.

The sneak attacker, of course, is Dai Lan.

Dai Lan doesn't pay attention to benevolence and morality, either you die or I die, he won't be stupid enough to be like the protagonist in a brainless martial arts drama, before the sneak attack from behind, he has to say: Look at the sword!

Jumping down from a tree seven or eight meters high, Dai Lan fell not lightly, but fortunately, the soles of his feet were full of soft fallen leaves for many years, and he did not hurt his muscles and bones.

With a missed blow, Dai Lan didn't give the black-robed man any respite at all, holding the blade of Thor, like a ferocious cheetah, he rushed over, desperately stabbing at the enemy.

The black-robed mage was originally seriously injured, and he had just absorbed the inspiration cell, so he only had 30% combat power.

But that's enough to stand up to the 21st-century Dai Lan.

After taking a few dark losses, the black-robed mage gradually adjusted his steps and became more and more calm.

And Dai Lan's heart is like falling into an ice cellar, and the longer it drags on, the less chance he will win.

After stabbing more than twenty times, the black-robed mage had already controlled the situation and could even fight back effectively.

The young man made a careless move, and was swept to the shoulder by his ebony staff, and half of his body was numb. Then another staff pressed down and went straight to his forehead!

Dai Lan's heart was cold, it's over.

At this moment, a large powerful hand suddenly grabbed the black-robed mage's ankle, preventing him from taking half a step forward. The hand was so powerful that it brought the mage to a stumble, and the staff brushed Dai Lan's scalp.

It turned out that the James Knight, who was first injured by the hidden arrow, did not die, but was only seriously injured. When he woke up and saw a black-robed man behaving badly towards his master, Emily, he understood what had happened.

It wasn't until Dai Lan jumped from the tree and trembled with his opponent that James began to gather strength and wait for an opportunity.

When the mage inadvertently came to James, he grabbed the mage's ankle with all his might, giving Dai Lan a chance to live.

Dai Lan reacted very quickly, and seeing that the black-robed mage couldn't move for a while, he rushed forward again and fought hard.

"Pounce!"

The black-robed mage twisted his body hard, dodged the fatal part, and was pierced between his left waist. That Thor's blade is an ancient artifact, sharpening iron like clay, not to mention a soft waist, and the blade immediately ends to the hilt.

"Ahh

The black-robed mage screamed heartbreakingly, and almost fell. With years of cultivation, he will be able to stabilize his body. A kick kicked James Knight away, and an elbow hit Dai Lan on the left cheek, causing his head to pop and a mouthful of blood gushing out.

The mage quickly recited a few low-level spiritual spells, and in an instant, his complexion improved a lot, and his eyes became more and more green.

He turned his staff and went down to kill, and decided that no one here would survive.

As the sun sets, there is only a little light and shadow left in the forest.

Just as the mage was about to make a move, several red signal flares rose in the sky not far away, instantly lighting up the entire sky. Judging by the noisy footsteps, no less than 100 people are running towards here.

The black-robed mage looked at the colorful signal flares, and then looked at Dai Lan who was standing on the side, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and cursed in a resentful tone: "Robertson family, this revenge, I want you to pay back ten times!" ”

With one turn, the black-robed mage disappeared into the endless night.

Immediately, Dai Lan couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground with a bang.