The reason why Norman was chanting a spell was stagnant was because something suddenly hit his brain.

This feeling is a bit like his spirit being oppressed in the aetheric labyrinth, but there is a difference between the two: the mental pressure in the aetheric labyrinth is huge and boundless, but it is also not at a loss, and although this force is much weaker, he can feel the clear purpose and targeted lethality of this weak force.

If I have to describe it, the mental coercion in the aetheric labyrinth is to slam Norman's head with a giant hammer, and now this force is poking Norman's brain with a small needle.

Although the needle is sharp, it is just a needle after all.

Norman was in a trance for a moment, and his words were stagnant for a moment, but the next moment he immediately came back to his senses and connected the spell dangerously.

This scene made the iron-clad people who were rushing over look stunned.

Didn't this guy get into a panic? Why didn't he shiver on the spot, but he acted like he was nothing?

Especially the tin man who quietly cast the terror spell on Norman, his steps stopped, and his mind was full of doubts: why did this guy continue to cast the spell after his own panic spell? Why didn't he tremble on the spot? The level 1 spell of the panic spell is his specialty, and he obviously successfully cast it on the other party just now......

Norman didn't care about the men, and he succeeded in casting the spell he wanted to cast before the tin men could stick him up like a meatloaf.

Magic Missile.

Unlike the Ice Dagger, which kills enemies with its sharp blades and quick speed, the Magic Missile's aggressiveness is more like a sledgehammer, which is a blunt damage.

Now that these tin men are covered in armor and ice daggers are useless, magic missiles are just right.

When Norman cast the spell, a fist-sized hazy cloud of light appeared in front of him, and when you counted them, there were eight in total.

According to the normal magic consumption of level 1 spells, there will be 3 missiles after casting, and now there will be 8 missiles in front of Norman because the magic missile is a special mage, and the number of missiles that appear is related to the magic instilled by the mage, and Norman has now instilled all his remaining magic power, so there are 8 missiles.

"Magic Missile!"

These tin men were indeed Mannheim's students, and as soon as they saw the hazy light in front of Norman, they immediately recognized what it was.

"Together, he can only attack one person!"

One of the tin men immediately shouted and called on everyone to go together.

But this guy screams fiercely, but he can't do it, and the others are not stupid: yes, the magic missile can only attack one person, and it can't help Norman turn the tide, as long as everyone surrounds Norman and squeezes each other together, they can squeeze each other to death.

But no one wants to be the one who is attacked, and no one wants to taste the taste of magic missiles, especially since this guy actually gave birth to eight magic missiles at once, and if they hit their bodies, even if they were wearing armor, they would be seriously injured.

As a result, the footsteps of several people slowed down very tacitly, and they lost their last chance.

After Norman used the magic missile, he didn't just choose a target to cast according to the usual routine, but used the "Sea Catcher" again.

He was now accustomed to dividing his mental power into three parts every day, one to communicate with the Templar Order, one to interact with the barrage, and the last one to be his own main spirit in charge of daily life.

And now, he used the "Classic of Catching the Sea" to subdivide his main spirit into eight parts again, and then connected the weak magic induction of the magic missile to these eight spiritual powers, one spiritual power corresponds to a magic missile, and finally, cast magic.

Normal magic missiles, the casting effect is that the missiles aim at a target and hit continuously, so as to cause huge damage, but Norman's magic missiles are like fireworks, brushing out eight different trajectories, shooting in all directions!

The tin people were stunned.

These guys are all old students of Mannheim, and the magic missile is also a famous spell known for its great power among the level 1 spells, and even if they can't cast it, they have all seen it.

But they've never seen a magic missile like this...... No, this would be more appropriately called a magic shotshot.

The speed of the magic missile was very fast, these tin men were wearing armor and caused them to be unable to move, and Norman's strange spell effect made them stunned, so none of them dodged, and they were hit in the chest by the light of the magic missile one by one.

Although it is only a ball of light, the magic missile is known for its great power in level 1 spells, even a serious bronze knight can't bear to be hit head-on, let alone these students who specialize in spells?

So one by one, they were hit backwards and flew out in place, and they all rolled three or four meters before stopping, and the wails came and went, but listening to the sound, they were still quite neutral, and they were not seriously injured.

This is also the scattering of missiles, if the conventional kind of 8 concentrations are played together, the silver knight will be injured if he resists, and the power of the spell can be seen.

"I'll go, it's so cool!"

"I really can't see that the power of that thing's small mass is so big!"

"The light and shadow effects are bursting, it's so dazzling! What computer special effects, what renderings have to be rolled aside, this is the real visual feast!"

"I still seem to have the dazzling rules of those lights in my sight now, this is art!"

......

The barrage of mages in the earth world exploded again.

And Norman watched these tin men fall to the ground and wail incessantly, and none of them could get up, and his heart was relieved.

Luckily, it worked, otherwise he didn't know how these guys would clean him up.

He stepped forward again to a tin man, and looked condescendingly, and saw that the armor on his chest was sunken in!

He thought that these young masters were too weak before, but now he realized that the power of the magic missile was really beyond imagination. Judging by the degree of dent in this armor, even when his body is intact, he will be seriously injured even if he is not killed by this magic missile.

But now, it's the enemy who falls......

Norman originally wanted to leave immediately and not cause trouble, after all, his magic power has been exhausted now, and his body has not returned to a good state, so he can only exert one-third of his strength in his normal state. But seeing that these tin men seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist for a while, he had other thoughts.

Do what you think.

Norman crouched down sharply, reaching through the crack in the tin man's armor in front of him, and groping around.

This ambiguous behavior provoked the tin man in front of him to scream in horror, "What are you doing!", and his body still writhed weakly to break free from Norman's obscene hand in order to keep his innocence, but he has not recovered from the magic missile after being hit by a magic missile, and his body is weak and unable to break free, so he can only let Norman's dirty big hands roam on his body, and the other tin men pretend not to see it, and mourn for him in their hearts.

I didn't expect this prickly freshman to have such a hobby......

But they knew right away that it wasn't.

After Norman retrieved a money bag from this guy, he immediately rushed to the next tin man, and on the way he carried the money bag into his arms, and then crouched down next to the next tin man and began to search his body.

It turned out to be a search for loot, much to the relief of the Tin Skins.

Compared to their innocence, this money is nothing, and if they can exchange it for this guy to leave, they are quite happy.

So the next few people didn't wait for Norman to come, and obediently took out their money bags one after another.

Norman, having scavenged for a fortune, hurried away contentedly, and trotted out of sight of the tin men—he was afraid that the men would slow down and beat him.

In the end, only the tin people were left wailing intermittently in the grove, and occasionally the little lovers passing by heard this strange sound, and were so frightened that they ran away.