The Wizards of the Grey Tower, who stood in a line, were the first to strike.

After a slight flash of the gem on the top of the retro-style magic wand, the magic icon marked on the magic book in Barot's hand suddenly disappeared, and then appeared at Barot's feet. The complex and cumbersome magic formations continued to spread and unfold, and the surging magic power channeled could be sensed even by Bazok in the distance.

"When the moon is full, the white sand beach is at its most terrifying, and this is the night when the tides are in the sky. The tide is rolling!"

In front of Balot's hand, a huge wave suddenly surged, and the wave more than ten meters high had already stunned the young magicians watching the battle on the sidelines. This kind of intensity of magic confrontation is no longer an ordinary competition, and it is almost catching up with the confrontation between high-level magicians.

The churning waves suddenly moistened the surrounding air, and the tide that swept through the arena was intent on sweeping away the Fool Combination at once. In the face of this terrifying wave, Bazok and Claes did not take action immediately, because he sensed that the opponent had a follow-up method.

At that moment of surging like a huge wave, Motta and Montorris were preparing a magic that would be impossible even for magicians outside the court. The combined magic formation brewed for a while and then quietly unfolded, and the cold from the north dominated the entire arena.

"Connecting Magic, Northern Cold!"

It's a high-level field magic that affects not only the ambient temperature, but also the magic in motion. Affected by the cold current in the north, the surging tides slowly condense into ice, turning into a crystal clear wall of moving ice.

"Unleash the tidal surge of the Seven Rings with all your might, and then use the two people to urge the connection field to enchant the cold current of the Northern Realm. Swap the tide surge into an ice and snow magic glacier with the Eight Rings. That's a lot of money. Far away from the field, Hayek explained to Greon why the tides turned into a world of ice and snow.

Looking at the huge ice cube that was still sliding, Grien couldn't help but be a little worried: "It sounds like a tricky look, can he unlock this magic fat man?"

"Ah, if I were to change it, I wouldn't be able to solve it, the magic created by the three Grey Tower wizards together. "But if it's fat, maybe there's a way." ”

Faced with the massive ice cube that slid towards him, Bazok asked Rofis and Claes to stand with him. He's conceiving a magic that's simpler than anyone could have imagined to crack this massive magic. However, the operations required are sophisticated enough to discourage the average magician.

"We've been nostalgic for our childhood, and we can't forget those building blocks that are long gone, that's our best enlightenment!

After estimating the huge volume of the ice cube and the running speed. Bazok's starting hand in the transport room had already used space magic to put down the first transparent space block in the clearing not far away. Although the audience on the field didn't know what the fat man was doing with his hands dancing. But the Wizard of the Grey Tower saw that the spatial blocks blocking the sliding glacier were rapidly increasing. No, not in the way, the ever-increasing blocks of space were piled up into a slope, and Montorris quickly understood Bazok's true intentions.

The huge ice cube was quickly lifted up and slid along the slope created by the space blocks when it was sliding fast. The audience who witnessed this scene was stunned. Because the ice cubes in the glide actually flew out of thin air. Over the heads of Bazok and others. After slicing through a perfect arc, it smashed directly into the open space outside the arena. Looking at the huge ice cubes stuck upside down on the ground, many spectators who were close to the arena were sweating. If the ice goes further twenty or thirty meters, it will fall directly on the audience.

"Mr. Bazok. You're crazy!" Montoris didn't expect his opponent to use the stacking of space blocks to solve the magic of the Great Ice Age. The solution was secondary, and he was even more surprised that the fat man's precise magic control could not only calculate the various parameters of the ice cube sliding, but also predict the final landing point of the huge ice cube, and then use the accumulated space blocks to warp the huge ice cube in the slide, so as to free himself from the danger of being swept by the big ice river.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Claes had already made a counterattack with Rofes. Claes stacked buffs on Rofes one by one, pushing the elementalist's elemental sensitivity to the limit. Shrouded in a multicolored light, Rofis felt the power of the fire elemental slowly converging, and he was brewing a huge magic that had never been seen before.

It is also a magic array that spreads out in all directions, and with the double bonus of buffing magic on his body and adding a magic array, Luo Feis catalyzes the concentration of fire elements wandering around to the highest level.

"Hover in the fire, soar in the fire, reincarnate in the fire! The fiery feather is better than the fire of lava, the indomitable figure is always dazzling, and the crisp cry makes the birds sink! ”

In the cold northern cold current, a red light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and then a fiery red figure appeared in the ice and snow. The Zhengtai Elementalist did his best to guide the fire elementals that were hiding around him. The rising flames became more and more numerous, and under the manipulation of Rofes, it turned into an undead bird that had always been huge. The flames that rose up continued to pour out, and Rofes was already a little overwhelmed.

"Rofes, hold steady and relax the tension in your heart a little. Don't be afraid, treat the immortal bird as your companion, remember the pigeon you once raised, and slowly guide it to fly out. Bazok was well aware that this was the first time that Rofes had cast such a huge spell. As a demonic poor physique, he naturally couldn't withstand the power of the scorching fire element, but he believed that Rofes could do it, so he taught him this magic.

Inspired by Bazok, Rofis guided the Flame Immortal Bird to fly towards the place where the Wizard of the Grey Tower stood. The undead birds flapping their wings melt all the ice in their path as they travel. The magic of the field, known as the Northern Cold, was cracked by the scorching flames, and only the undead bird that radiated endless heat remained on the field.

Montorris was a little surprised that the young elementalist was able to maintain such magic, and that Rofes had shown a talent far beyond that of his peers. Praise to admiration. The wizards of the Grey Tower must stop this scorching bird of fire, or they will have to swallow the bitter pills of defeat.

Although this immortal bird has surpassed the imagination of many magicians, a well-trained wizard of the Gray Tower will naturally not be afraid of this level of magic. Motta took a step forward, staring directly at the flying immortal, reading the level and power of the spell.

Immediately, he grasped the magic wand and pointed forward, and the magic book in his left hand instantly turned a page, and at the same time, a magic icon on it made a crunch sound of disappearing.

"Waterspout!"

Just as the immortal bird was about to approach, the ground suddenly burst into a huge wave. The sudden appearance of the water column then quickly twists into a rapidly rotating tornado. The immortal bird plunged headlong into the swirling waterspout, and suddenly formed a strange scene of water and fire.

The last mixed immortal birds and waterspouts turn into droplets of water and then fall, turning into an amazing rain of the sun in the sunlight.

But at the moment when the raindrops fell. Montorris had already taken advantage of the droplets of water that had fallen from the sky.

"Instant freezing!"

It's still a frozen magic that doesn't give up. The majestic falling water droplets suddenly stopped under Montoris's manipulation, and then turned into thousands of shiny ice beads.

"Manipulating objects, draining!"

As soon as the wizard of the Gray Tower raised his hand, the ice beads in the sky quickly returned and hovered beside Montoris, and Balot, who was standing beside him, was already preparing to brew the next spell.

Both Bazok and Claes were aware of their opponent's movements. Both men were watching intently as their opponents were about to make their next move. Rofis had just released the immortal bird, panting and adjusting his state.

Barot raised his left hand slightly. The thousands of ice beads that were hovering around Mortoris began to converge in front of him. Countless motionless ice beads await the moment of eruption.

"Ah, it's coming!" Claes sensed that his opponent had already started moving. He had already thought about how to deal with the large number of ice beads, and the protective spells that had been prepared early in the morning were already faintly ready to be released.

"The wind is blowing!"

Although it's just a five-ring spell. But the strength of the spell has exceeded the strength that this magic should have, and the thousands of ice beads that are even more troublesome are also blown by the strong wind, and they are wrapped together and shot at the three Claes.

Bazok didn't make a move, and his instincts told him that this spell was definitely not that simple. Claes, who was responsible for blocking this wave of magical attacks, raised his hand and a high-level protection spell had already come out.

"Force Field Magic?

Under the effect of force field magic, the three force field shields formed a convex shape to block the way of the wind, and the ice beads ping-pong slammed into the unbreakable position shield and fell to the ground.

"That's not right!" Bazok, who is far more sensitive to spells than anyone else, sensed that there was something strange about the ice beads that were sliding on the ground.

Sure enough, the Grey Tower wizard on the opposite side had already begun to use this opportunity to create a winning attack.

"Cast spells from a distance, manipulate items!"

Trying his best to control the ice beads that fell to the ground in the distance, Montoris had to pay several times more magic than usual. Although the consumption is a bit large, it is definitely worth it in the eyes of the Wizard of the Gray Tower.

Seeing that the ice beads that fell beside him or even behind him were once again controlled by the wizard of the Gray Tower, they had already surrounded the three of them from all directions one after another. Bazok finally sensed his opponent's calculations. From the attack just now, for this moment.

In this case, it is possible to avoid these headache-inducing ice beads by using the group dimension jump, but the problem is that the entire arena is now locked by the dimensional anchor, and it is no longer possible to do any dimensional teleportation. Bazok had to come up with another way, or the next step would be a hard bead of ice that would knock them all down.

In an instant, Bazok, who had no time to recite the chant, brought out a spell from the magic book.

"Air Labyrinth!"

At the same time, Mottoris, who was manipulating hundreds of ice beads, had a twist of mind, and all of them flew towards the seemingly defenseless trio. To his surprise, the ice beads didn't fly as he had imagined, but wanted to run into the twisty pipe. The ice beads that were circulating around the three of them were eventually guided by the air maze to an exit and landed on the ground with a crackle. The fat man stomped these eyesores to pieces with a single kick, preventing them from being used by his opponents again.

"That spell is an air labyrinth. Montoris's surprise had turned into an inexplicable excitement, "I've heard my mentor say that this is an ancient magic that few people can use, and it seems that Mr. Bazok has a high level of magical attainment." ”

"Really?" replied Bazok casually, "I want to pay a visit to your mentor when you say that, but unfortunately the Acropolis of Isu rarely allows unbelievers like me to enter." ”

"It doesn't matter, I can refer you if I can. Montorris said as he prepared for the next wave of the offensive.

After using two spells that required ultra-precise control, Bazok felt a little tired. Yefaran's magician is far inferior to the Gray Tower wizard trained by the devil in terms of physical strength, let alone a demonic poor physique like Bazok. This game must be borrowed as soon as possible, otherwise he and Rofes will be dragged down first.

However, the other party has already seen Bazok's weakness clearly, the offensive just now has not worked, and the Gray Tower Wizard has already brewed another wave of offensive.

"Field magic? Thorn Stone Forest!"

The raised stone forest covered most of the arena, and Bazok and the others suddenly found themselves in an area where strange rocks were towering.

Spreading the magic of the field, and then using the bonuses provided by the field to launch a magical attack, is a tactic that the wizards of the Grey Tower have always used. They have been honed to control magic with more accuracy than ordinary people, and in this regard, the Fool Combo is not as good as those Grey Tower wizards, except for Bazok, and even Claes are not as good as those Gray Tower wizards.

When the stone forest field was rolled out, Bazok and the others no longer had the heart to guess how to crack the field magic that covered half of the field. Compared to this, the upcoming magic attack is what they should pay attention to. It is with this near-seamless cooperation that the Wizard of the Grey Tower begins to gain absolute dominance, pushing his opponent into a desperate situation step by step.

Because Rofis had consumed too much magic by casting the immortal bird, he felt like he was about to collapse after releasing two rounds of magic to barely block the flying stone arrows. Unable to squeeze out any magic power, he relied on his magic wand to gasp constantly, looking at the rolling ground, Rofis still hoped for the first time that the game would end quickly.

When Rofes was no longer able to fight, all the defense of the Fool fell to Claes alone. Bazok can't prematurely use all of his mana on attacks that are meant to drain mana. He quietly waited for an opportunity, hoping to peek through the fatal hole hidden by the opposite side's seamless cooperation.

As time passed, Bazok was not so optimistic, and the opponent's step-by-step magic tactics had pressed their living space to a minimum. Some anxious fat people began to miss the days when Naxi was charging ahead.

"If Naxi had been here, I don't think it would have been so embarrassing. ”

A light sigh is full of helplessness for the situation in front of you. (To be continued......)

PS: I wanted to write this game more excitingly, but my imagination and pen power were not enough. The next chapter will be the winner, and then a few foreshadowing will cut to the next volume of Rise of the God of War