Led by Roy, a group of people walked towards the stone bridge. As soon as it moved, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

The clearing is huge. However, the area close to the location of the stone bridge is small. When the Thunderstorm Mercenaries arrived here before, they brutally drove away the others and occupied most of the area on the left. So much so that now everyone who wants to study this magic wall can only squeeze in front of the right side of the stone bridge.

And as the news spread that Rondello and the others teamed up to take out the seven Thunderstorm Squads. In everyone's mind, they have become the worst enemies of the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment. The two sides are already mortal enemies. It is not surprising that the battle broke out at any moment.

One can imagine how much commotion it would cause when they were seen walking towards the stone bridge.

The atmosphere became tense all of a sudden.

As Roy and the others got closer and closer to the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group, everyone's heartbeat was also accelerating.

Many people couldn't help but put their hands on the hilt of their swords, licking their dry lips, waiting for a chaotic and bloody battle to begin.

However, nothing that everyone imagined happened.

In the half-squinted eyes of Morton and the Thunderstorm mercenaries that flashed with bloodthirsty light, Rundero and the others walked over from less than twenty meters away from them. Although everyone tensed their nerves, although sparks could already be seen between the casual eye collision of the two sides, there was no fight after all.

This has made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

What everyone is most concerned about now is how to enter the ruins of the abyss, which is close at hand. That's the only reason they're here. It would have been unworth it if he had been forced to get involved in a fire before that.

The mercenaries walked to the stone bridge. The knights naturally formed a semicircle, guarding all sides. Several of the mages in the group stepped out and began to observe the red wall of magic.

"What a huge mana fluctuation. As soon as she approached the magic wall, Olivia exclaimed in a low voice.

"Huge, of course," the magic wall said. A magician, who was about sixty years old, raised his head, glanced at Olivia, and said, "This is the magic circle of the ancient ruins. According to our magic test, the strength is higher than the defensive circle of the walls of Muni City. ”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the crowd. When Roy is seen dressed as a ranger with a bow and arrow. The brow couldn't help but frown.

"How many of you know the Devil's Pattern?" he straightened up and said coldly, "If you don't know the Devil's Pattern, retreat outside." There's no place for you to watch the excitement. ”

The old magician's words made the other people around the magic wall also turn around, and the eyes of the people who looked at them were obviously dissatisfied.

There are a total of eight people who have come out of the joint mercenary team. Their arrival made the already overcrowded stone bridge even more crowded. And what made them angry was that not all of them were magicians. At least not Olivia and Lacios.

Olivia is a Highlander wizard. And Lacios is a dwarf sorcerer. Although they are both French combat classes, these two classes are very different from orthodox mages in terms of how they cast spells. Naturally, there is not much research on these two classes when it comes to magic patterns.

At their level, trying to crack the magic pattern circle is simply a fool's dream. You must know that even if you are a true magician, you can't have much of a high level of magic pattern attainment without a long period of study. From a certain point of view, the accumulation of knowledge of a magician is more demanding than that of a magician.

Besides, if it were just these two people.

To the displeasure of the magicians. They actually saw a bow hunter in the middle of the gang! What the is going on? Could it be that a few arrows from this dark-haired kid can knock down a wall of magic that they can't even break together?

A pair of unkind eyes were cast at Roy.

Compared to ordinary mercenaries. These magicians have a much worse temper and a much more direct temperament. Their noble status has cultivated their pride and conceit.

They didn't care about the rumors that the gang in front of them had killed Gnar, and dared to compete with the Thunderstorm Mercenary Group. In the realm of magic, they only recognize their peers and do not give any outsiders a good look. What if it's as strong as Morton? Isn't there anything a Sanctuary powerhouse can do with this magic wall?

Originally in these magicians wanted to come. People who don't understand magic or even have a little bit of self-confidence in their magic pattern attainments should retreat from the difficulties. But what they didn't expect was that the black-haired boy who was stared at most with their contempt and contempt came over instead.

"Please give way. Roy didn't even glance at the men. Time was short, and he didn't have time to fight with these big-headed bean sprouts.

As he spoke, his body squeezed directly out of the two weak magicians. At the first time of approaching the magic wall. All of his attention had been drawn to this powerful magic pattern.

What appeared in front of Roy's eyes was an extremely mysterious and profound magic pattern array. Dense with demonic lines and symbols, many of which he had never seen before. Its complexity is far greater than that of the Tower of Illusion Pattern, which is considered to represent the highest level of magic patterns after the final battle.

There is no doubt that the age of the construction of this magic array is far more than three hundred years. This should be at least a masterpiece of the heyday of magical civilization thousands of years ago.

To make matters worse, it was a hybrid magic circle composed of at least five or more circles. The magic patterns of different magic circles overlap or interleave, or share a single magic pattern, intertwined, influencing, amplifying, balancing, and restricting on the surface, it is simply a mess!

No wonder the group of magicians spent several prayers without a clue. To be precise, this kind of magic pattern array, which represents the peak of the magic civilization, is not at all decipherable with the current magic pattern science! Even if you look at it for a hundred years, it will be in vain.

In that respect, neither can Roy. Even if his magic pattern teacher was a magic pattern expert like Williams, and even Austin gave him a lot of guidance, but the ceiling of the times was so high, no matter how powerful he was, there was no way to make magic patterns break through the limitations of the ceiling.

At least not for a short time.

Luckily, though, this magic pattern array is subtle and profound, and it's hard to figure it out from the bottom of the principle. But if it's just brute force, Roy isn't completely helpless. Because he has two treasures that no magic pattern expert can imagine and dream of today.

Elemental Eyes and Life Emerals!

Through the Elemental Eye, Roy was able to see the direction of the elements in any pattern. You don't have to rely on perception to capture it. In this regard, he is different from other magicians. It's the difference between a normal person and a blind person. The difference between speed and precision is a hundredfold.

And the discovery of the Devil's Pattern of Life allowed Roy to master the foundation of the lowest level of the Devil's Pattern. This means that no matter whether it is a modern magic pattern or a classical magic pattern, and no matter how the magic pattern has been developed, changed and disguised, as long as the corresponding life magic pattern structure is found. It is equivalent to finding the foundation on which it was built.

Roy may not be able to construct such a profound magic pattern, but he can destroy it!

Just when Roy was studying the magic circle, he didn't expect that the pot had already exploded next to it.

"You!"

Among the two magicians who were directly pushed away by Roy was the old mage. For a moment, his face turned red, his gray beard trembled, and he was obviously angry enough.

"What are you doing?"

"It's so rude. Boy, do you know who he is?"

"Apologies. Apologize immediately!"

Seeing the old mage being pushed away by Roy, the magicians were furious and blamed Roy.

The magicians who can join the abyss exploration team, any one of them is not a simple character, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as thunderous when the name is taken out.

Half of them are high-level leaders of major mercenary groups, with extremely high status and right to speak. The other half comes from the famous magic towers or wealthy families. It was a graciously invited, and even the Mission Hall came forward to ask to join the exploration.

They're making a fuss. Immediately, it caused chaos on the scene. Many mercenary captains rushed over to reassure their mages while learning about the situation.

And after hearing that the old mage was squeezed away by Roy, everyone's faces became not very good-looking.

"Mr. Rondelo," said a mercenary captain who was usually familiar with him, "I think you should listen to everyone. Tell your companion to apologize to Mr. Spengler! How can you do that to the esteemed Mr. Spengler?"

Rondello was stunned.

The mercenary captain's name is Pan Lang. It's an old friend. Although they are in another mercenary group, the two have similar personalities and have had many pleasant cooperations, and they cherish each other. When he first arrived here just now, it was Pan Lang who told him about the situation here.

I didn't expect it. He was the first to stand up.

Almost at the same time as Pan Lang's words landed, the other mercenary captains also accused Roy in unison. For a time, Roy became the target of public criticism.

"Damn," Wood unraveled his confusion in Roundroll's ear, "Spengler is a ninth-level magician in the Divine Craftsman Hall, and he is only one step away from entering the Divine Craftsman Realm. ”

As soon as he heard this, and saw Pan Lang's eyes constantly rushing at him, not only Rundero understood, but anyone with no problem with his brain understood.

Indeed, those who can be selected to join the team to explore the ruins of the Abyss, whether knights or archers and rangers, are the best of the great fighting classes, the elite of the elite. Magicians are no exception. Among the magicians present, the lowest one had the level of a two-star Sun Magister.

However, just because you're strong in combat doesn't mean you're proficient in magic patterns.

On the contrary, a mage who focuses on combat rarely becomes a good mage. The long hours of dedicated research and the huge accumulation of knowledge required by a magician are a drag on any magician who wants to improve their combat effectiveness.

Most of the magic patterns that magicians learn are dabbled in because of the needs of the magic element array, and the level is not high.

On the contrary, it is those magicians who are unable to continue to improve because of the magic barrier, who devote their lives to the study of the magic pattern, without distractions, and have achieved remarkable results.

And such a demon pattern master, because of the limitations of his own strength, it is impossible to participate in the abyss exploration. Therefore, when faced with this profound magic pattern array, Mr. Spengler, who was not only a three-star Sky Sage, but also had the title of a ninth-level Great Demon Pattern Master, became a treasure.

No one wants to offend this old gentleman.

Even Morton, after trying to force a break through the magic wall with his strength, stepped aside without a word. Half of the entrance to the stone bridge, which was originally completely occupied by the Thunderstorm Mercenary Regiment, was let out for these magicians to study. Spengler, on the other hand, occupies the central position of the stone bridge.

Everyone was looking forward to this ninth-level Demon Pattern Master being able to crack the Demon Pattern Array. Even the other magicians next to him, when they were studying, focused most of their energy on assisting Spengler. At their level, it was almost impossible to crack this magic pattern.

This shows how strong the reaction was to see a ranger with an arrow squeezing through Spengler and unceremoniously taking his place.

Not to mention the others, even the members of the joint team have a little embarrassment on their faces at the moment.

Leo is at the heart of this combined team, the person everyone trusts the most, and that's right. Whoever dares to argue with him, everyone will stand by his side without hesitation.

However, knowing magic does not mean that you have the same knowledge of magic patterns. This guy is only about twenty years old, even if he has learned magic patterns since his mother's womb, can he compare to Mr. Spengler?

What is especially speechless is that in this process, this kid squatted in front of the stone bridge and looked at it carefully. Unaware of the chaos behind him that was almost stabbed in a hornet's nest.

In other words, he didn't have everyone's accusations at all.

What kind of attitude is this!

"Good...... Okay......" Spengler looked at Roy and trembled with anger, "You have the ability, just crack it yourself." I don't have the skills to do that anyway. ”...... (To be continued......)