Verse 339: Give back to others

Norman floated in the air, looking at the dark clouds in front of him and the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, and smiled bitterly in his heart: in the past, he gave others forbidden spells, and it was undoubtedly very pleasant to see others helpless under the powerful forbidden spells, but now it was someone else's turn to give him forbidden spells, and this mood was not very good.

And in his current mood, there is another thing that also makes Norman feel strange, and that is the way these three guys who are suspected of being sea tribes cast spells.

It's like they're all in one.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the characteristics of forbidden spells.

From Norman's experience, forbidden spells are different from ordinary spells: ordinary spells are judged after all the spells are recited, and if the spell is cast successfully, then the spell will be cast, and if the spell is judged to have failed, the spell will not be cast, but the forbidden spell is different.

As soon as the forbidden spell is recited at the beginning, regardless of whether the spell is successfully cast in the end, the forbidden spell has already begun, which Norman called the beginning stage of the forbidden spell. Now it is obvious that it is the stage of the rise, and Norman also judged from this that the other party is casting a forbidden spell.

From Norman's experience, there are two obvious external manifestations in the beginning stage of the forbidden spell: first, it is the extraordinary vision between heaven and earth, such as the shaking of the earth during the natural disaster of the undead, the stagnation of everything during the spiritual storm, and the change of color of the heaven and earth at this moment, and second, the fluctuation of the caster's magical power.

It may be because the forbidden spell needs to use too much magical energy, and in the rising stage of the forbidden spell, the caster's magic fluctuations cannot be suppressed at all, and it will be particularly violent and obvious, and everyone present can easily feel it as long as they are fellow mages.

Now Norman could easily feel the violent magic fluctuations of the caster of this forbidden spell, but the blame was also here: there were obviously three people in front of Norman, but Norman only felt one magic fluctuation.

It wasn't that the magic fluctuations of the three people were mixed together, but there was indeed only one magic fluctuation - because of the effect of the "Heart Sutra of Catching the Sea" to divide the spiritual power, Norman thought that his spiritual power was very delicate and keen, and he believed that his feelings would not be wrong.

In front of his eyes, there was indeed only a wave of magic.

If he closed his eyes and sensed the magic fluctuations alone, Norman believed that no mage would believe that there were three mages casting spells at the same time.

Even if there is a tacit understanding, everyone is different after all, and the meditation space is also independent, so how did these three people blend their magic fluctuations so thoroughly? This is what makes Norman feel strange.

He vaguely felt that this might be related to the strange way of chanting mantras of these three people, and the strange way of chanting mantras of the three people actually made him feel a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen them somewhere......

But at once Norman shook his head, and put aside the idea of going on: now was not the time to study this, and he should have thought more now about how to fight back.

Even if you are facing a forbidden spell, you can't sit still!

Rumble!

The flames on Norman's body suddenly swelled, as if he could hear the sound of flames crashing, and then I saw him rush forward violently, facing the invisible barrier, his hands were dazzling like butterflies, and they were densely blasted into the invisible barrier in front of him, but this fierce attack that had successfully shattered Adolf's mist and rain curtain just now was completely ineffective, and it was all empty.

The flames on Norman's body flew uncontrollably, and he couldn't touch any barrier at all, as if the previous barrier was just Norman's illusion.

This made Norman's movements stagnate, and the all-out swing made his muscles slightly misaligned in an instant, and he was already strained, and a burst of pain came, but he couldn't care about it, and when he saw that the barrier was gone, he quickly launched the dragon wing technique at full speed, and flew forward violently, wanting to fly out.

But something strange happened.

Norman's figure had just moved, like a fly pressed against the glass, and he couldn't move.

This place was obviously nothing under his attack, and suddenly an invisible barrier appeared!

Under the interaction of forces, Norman seemed to give himself a full blow, which made his body unbearable, and the teeth of the collision were faintly shaking, and there was no pain in the whole body.

However, Norman immediately readjusted his condition and went forward again, but as before, he still couldn't hit anything, but when he wanted to continue to fly out, the invisible barrier appeared again.

This thing is like a living creature with wisdom, and the wonder of the forbidden spell is indeed extraordinary.

Of course, Norman would not give up so easily, he immediately tried other methods, such as once again using the Bigby Flying Palm, wanting to use the Bigby Flying Palm to break this invisible barrier, but like his Flame Purification, Bigby Flying Palm could not touch this invisible barrier, it was completely useless.

He relied on his quick casting to cast two more different types of spells, but no matter whether the spells he cast were plastic or spell, tangible or invisible, they were as useless as Bigby's flying palms.

He was like a fly trapped in a glass bottle, with roads everywhere in all directions, but he just couldn't fly out.

Looks like we have to try one last resort......

Norman's eyes were resolute and determined.

"How can you say that there is no ...... clothes?"

He recited a mantra he hadn't said for a long time.

Since nothing worked, Norman had to try one last resort - perhaps the only one who could fight against the forbidden spell was the forbidden spell.

Although he didn't know what was the use of this forbidden spell that seemed to be a plastic energy system, the undead natural disaster.

Do you expect those skeletons to use their swords to cut through the clouds and thunderbolts?

But Norman didn't care about that much, who made the mental storm too difficult? He had been difficult to understand until now, and he was really not sure, so he had to try the undead scourge.

It's a forbidden spell.

But as soon as the spell came out, Norman chuckled in his heart.

The spell doesn't seem to work?!

After this first spell came out, he couldn't find the feeling he had on the battlefield at all, and there was no magic in the five rings of the magic pool!

Norman didn't give up and continued to read: "...... with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear ......"

But the more I thought about him, the more desperate I became.

It doesn't work, this spell is completely useless!

Norman didn't know what was going on, could it be that he didn't understand the spell well? But how did he cast it last time? Anyway, he must have a much better knowledge of the ancient language now than he did then?

Could it be that it is a blood relationship?

Is blood not only a substitute for magic in this forbidden spell, but also a necessary primer?

Norman didn't care whether what he thought was reasonable or not, so he immediately turned his right hand into a knife, cut his left wrist hard, released blood, and then began to chant the incantation again: "How can you say that there is no ...... clothes?"

But it still didn't work.

Norman's face darkened.

It seems that the blind cat ran into a dead mouse at that time, and it is likely that his two forbidden spells were just coincidental, and in fact, he was not a real forbidden spell mage who could cast forbidden spells anytime and anywhere......

However, Norman really didn't die without the heart of the Yellow River, and even in this case, he still didn't give up, and tried to storm the spirit again. But the result was the same, even if he recited the incantation, he didn't react at all.

Faced with this result, Norman's lips were tightly closed, he did not say a word, and his eyes were full of bitterness.

He really has nothing to do now.

And now he can finally understand the mood of his opponents in the past - in the face of the forbidden curse, it is really helpless, deep, helpless.

This is completely suppressed at the level of strength, no matter how many skills there are, it is useless, probably only with the same forbidden spell can be opposed, but he can't use a forbidden spell now......

In just a few moments, the changes in the outside world have become bigger and bigger.

Under the influx of sea water in the air just now, the entire Douala City Lord's Mansion has been completely submerged in the flood, and the servants in the castle are constantly heard calling for help and rushing for water, but fortunately, after such a while, a lot of water has been leaked to the outside of the castle, which makes the water level in the castle gradually drop, and many things that were soaked and submerged before have also revealed their faces.

But the front foot just walked the wolf, and the back door came again.

It was completely dark.

The sky above Douala was completely black, the thick dark clouds pressed very low, the whole sky seemed to be pressed down, thunder and lightning scurried in the clouds, like golden dragons, huge rumbling sound one after another, shaking the earth was trembling.

In addition to this, the wind is blowing.

The wind swept from all directions, and the huge whistling sound of whining ran through the heavens and the earth, complementing the roar of thunder to form a symphony of the end of the world.

The winds raged in Douala, cutting off the trees on the side of the street and rolling them into the sky, and the roofs of the houses that were not so well built were rolled up, rolled into the air and then thrown down, often hitting several people, smashing them into meat sauce amid the cries of the unfortunate.

The heavens and the earth were dark, and the city of Douala was filled with cries and cries in addition to thunder and wind.

The streets were full of people crying and fleeing for their lives, in the corners of houses with their roofs removed, mothers huddled in a ball with their children in their arms, so frightened that they closed their eyes and shivered, tears flowed silently from the corners of their eyes, there was the unfortunate child, who was swept up into the sky by the wind, and his father roared below, jumping up and stretching out his hand in spite of his own safety, as if this would pull his child down, the doors of the shops were swept up into the sky by the wind, and the despondent beggars rushed into the grocery store desperately and frantically scavenged for their belongings, and the priest hugged the heavy statue of God the Father in the church, and kept shouting the name of God the Father with his eyes closed......

All this, Norman in the air swept in his eyes.

At this moment, Douala is like the end of the world.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and seeing this apocalyptic scene in the city of Douala at this moment, Norman couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart.

But he couldn't do anything.

"Alas......"

The only thing he could do was let out a long sigh and close his eyes.

But he immediately opened his eyes again, and turned his head sharply to look in one direction, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Roar!"

The sound of the wind, the thunder, and the wailing of the peoples could not hide the sound.

A roar full of endless majesty, from the bottom up, penetrated the heavens and the earth.

A huge figure broke through the city from below, soaring between heaven and earth, its wings spread out, and slowly fanned out.

"Roar!"

It craned its neck, and roared again, incessantly, deafeningly, and the dense pitch-black clouds overhead rolled for it.