Chapter Forty-Three: The Cardinal Mage

The night wind was howling, and the burly figure passed not far away, and the commander of the city guard who was pursuing him, as he expected, did not look at him, and quickly turned into the street where Normer and the others had just left, completely treating himself as an outcast.

The old butler stood calmly in place, waiting for the enemy, who was slowly showing his mastery demeanor, to approach completely.

Every step the other party took, the staff in his hand had to be slammed on the ground, reminding him how important his appearance was and how prominent his identity was.

"It seems that you are the descendant of the 'First Order'? Very good, very courageous. For the sake of your willingness to stay and die, let me, the Venerable Archmage, Joe Pryde, put an end to your life. Tell me your name, and you can die under my high-level spells, and you are qualified enough to say your name. ”

The cardinal magician said with a proud face, his chin cocked high, and his tone was high into the clouds, as if allowing the old butler to report his name really gave Plitander a great honor.

Plitander looked at Joe Pride indifferently, not even interested in his long boasting, and silently pulled out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

Joe Pryde's eyes widened, staring directly at the piece of paper in the old butler's hand, as if he had seen a large pile of golden coins, and his deliberate mastery style immediately shattered to the ground.

Holy, this old guy is so rich!

The power of the spell is great, and the shortcomings are also obvious, not to mention the need to consume mana and mental power, the spell also needs a corresponding ample chanting time, and the more powerful the spell, the more lengthy it is, and it is very disadvantageous to put it in actual combat, and it is easy to be interrupted by the enemy. For this reason, it is common for mages to purchase for themselves, or to record a certain number of magic scrolls, and carry them with them in case of emergency, as in the current case.

If you have a sufficient number of scrolls around you, not only can you greatly reduce the mana consumed during the battle, but it is also equivalent to having several of yourself fighting with the enemy at the same time, and the heads-up becomes a siege, and the advantage of your own side is not ordinarily large.

The problem is that the value of magic scrolls has always been quite expensive, not to mention the scrolls with pre-recorded spells, just blank scrolls without the slightest mana, each of which costs about five silver, and the kind of paper that is ordinary, and the high-grade paper that can bring a certain amplification effect to the spell, even more so starts with ten silver.

It is precisely because of the high demand for funds for cultivating magic that there is a first-class magician in the world, which is enough to bankrupt the rich family, there is nothing else without money, and even more so in the field of magic, it is difficult to move an inch without money.

As soon as Plitander flashed the stack of papers in his hand, he was showing off his wealth to Joe Pryde's face.

Compared with the larger size, the slower use of the scroll, more convenient to carry, cast the small magic note came into being, and is favored by the mages, the only drawback is that the price is much higher, the old housekeeper holds this stack of "small pieces of paper", look at the size is undoubtedly the best kind of note, easy to carry and keep, fast spell casting, small consumption of mana value of the top goods. Even if the pre-recorded spells are only first-order spells, the price of each one is more than thirty silver, and if it is a high-level spell, the price is even more rubbling, and it is going straight up.

The old magician took it out so casually, and the thickness would have to be dozens of magic sticky notes, which was no different from directly taking out thousands of silver kons.

The cardinal's eyes were red, and before he knew it, his breathing was rapid, and the heat continued to bubble out of his nostrils.

What does a thousand silver kon mean, it means almost a hundred glittering gold kons! a kink that can be used by any country on the entire continent! a huge sum of money enough to buy ten first-class female slaves!

At the thought of ten beautiful and cute female slaves who were either delicate and cute, or bewitching and plump, moaning under him, and tactfully accepting the scene, Joe Pryde, who loved life, suddenly became enthusiastic, and wanted to kill the old man in front of him immediately and take his money bag into his pocket.

Thinking about it, if he can be so rich as soon as he makes a casual move, there must be more valuable good things in his money bag, maybe there are a lot of heavy Jin Kern!

If you have low skills and money, and if your employer names and wants to kill someone on this trip, isn't this a gift of money to yourself? It is really a good thing to kill two birds with one stone! If there can be such a good thing once or twice a month, how nourishing his little life of Joe Pride should be, maybe he can live more comfortably than the holy magician in the royal capital!

"O great god of fire, listen to the most sincere request of your loyal servant, Joe Pryde, and bestow upon your loyal servant your boundless mana, and cleanse the sinful flesh of your enemy before you with a flame of righteousness, and burn his flesh and bones, and save his fallen soul once and for all......"

The cardinal mage stopped talking nonsense, and held the staff in his hand hard, chanting, and magnifying his moves as soon as he made a move.

The fourth-order fire spell is the highest level fire spell he currently masters, and the spell he sings is of course quite lengthy, and if he doesn't clean up the inconspicuous gray-clothed old man as soon as possible, God knows who will be hired to help the boxer to get a piece of the pie, and every dilution of the credit means that the high bounty of Jingle is one less, and he is reluctant to "humble" a few beautiful young female slaves to anyone, not his own brothers!

As soon as the first sentence of the incantation was recited, the slightest mana fluctuation appeared, and the empty street changed, and if you felt it carefully, you could feel that there was some kind of energy stirring in the air, and it quietly gathered.

Joe Pryde cares more about killing people and taking his wealth than the gray-robed old man who ignores his own rudeness, such a rich old fellow, but he can only use simple first-order spells that are not in the stream, obviously lackluster in terms of magical talent, mixed to old age or this wretch, at most only three or four levels, simply tarnished the great tradition and supreme glory of our magicians, since it is a waste of food to live, simply give him a death, so that he can redeem the heinous sins he has committed a little.

As for this glorious historical mission, of course, I can only leave it to me, the noble and kind-hearted Archmage Joe Pryde, to complete it tonight.

In the face of the enemy's chanting incantations, the cardinal magician was also rarely distracted to find a reason for his urgent behavior of doing things without saying a word, and it was quite rare to put it on Joe Pryde, who was always unreasonable but extremely face-conscious, as well as procedural problems, and obviously couldn't wait to carry out the despicable practice of killing people and stealing goods, and he was also a little guilty and embarrassed in his heart.

With the chanting of the red-clothed mage, a stream of magic appeared, brewed and rippled in the air, from the initial faint formation, quickly turned into a clear sign, the temperature around began to gradually rise, and wisps of red light lit up separately, gathering towards the red-robed mage's staff, which was the fire element in the air was summoned, flying towards the gathering point driven by the spell.

Joe Pryde's free left hand jerked outward, and the chanting became louder and faster, and under the continuous urging of the incantation, the fire elements suddenly increased the speed of convergence, the red light became brighter, and the air became hot, and the fire elements separated from the air evolved into a torrent of light and heat, surging into his staff.

In contrast to the high temperature in the inner circle, four or five meters away from the cardinal mage, the temperature began to drop gradually, and the elements of the various systems, which were originally relatively balanced and uniform, broke the equilibrium state due to the rapid withdrawal of the fire elements, and became the upper hand of the water elements, but due to the large range affected by the spell, the degree of influence was different, and the temperature of the drop quietly decreased with the distance, which was not so obvious.

In the cold wind of the autumn night, Joe Pryde's two mouths were shaking at a high speed unimaginable to ordinary people, and those who did not understand the truth thought that he was old and weak, and that he was wearing too few clothes, and that his lips were shivering constantly.

The incantation was recited endlessly, which shows how urgent the heart of the cardinal mage, who attaches equal importance to material and spirit, under the dual inspiration of money and beauty.

The old butler didn't care how the red-clothed man on the other side suddenly changed his sex, and instantly transformed from chattering to an abnormality of a hardcore actioner, only to see that his mouth barely moved, and the spell had been recited, and the one on the face of the magic note in his hand was already flashing red, and he quickly completed the task of burning and releasing spells.

A cold aura suddenly enveloped the two-person fighting technique, within a radius of about ten meters, it was the first-order ice auxiliary spell, "Cold".

As the largest branch of water spells, the route taken by the ice system has always been relatively extreme, emphasizing lethality on both offensive and defensive sides, "cold" is the basic spell for the entry of the ice system, this technique can effectively reduce the temperature of the surrounding environment at the same time, for the same water system of offensive or defensive spells, can have about half of the amplitude of the short-term gain, but also to a certain extent offset the attack power of fire spells.

In just one or two breaths, Plitander's hand continued to glow red, and one after another small and faint fires lit up, and with the uninterrupted firelight, the burned magic notes turned into flying ashes, and as the night wind drifted into the air, one spell after another showed its figure, and they all took the gray-robed body of the old butler as the starting point, and marched in the direction of the dazzling red great magician!

Cold, Snow Shadow, Ice Spear, Ice Arrow, Ice Knife, Ice Pick, Snow Robe, Ice Chips, ......

There are a lot of them, and it's too much trouble to list them one by one, in short, all of them are common water and ice offensive spells, or auxiliary spells, and all of them are first-order entry-level spells, and there is not even a second-order spell that is slightly more advanced and can slightly reflect the value of a mage!

, so many water-based spells!

Joe Pryde's eyes were about to pop out, and he immediately doubted his luck.

Could it be that this damned old man with the ability to be an unpredictable prophet has been specially targeting me, a fire mage, early in the morning, and has prepared so many water-based offensive and auxiliary spells that can be used to both offset and weaken fire spells and increase the intensity of the strike!

Feelings: Did you come all the way to disgust Archmage Joe Pryde?

Sure enough, it is a typical combat method of "first-order stream", there is no profound, high-level magic with great power, it is just a first-order water system spell with a lot of color, and it is put in a slightly famous magic academy on the mainland, and most of the junior students who have just crossed the threshold can use this first-order water system spell quite skillfully, nothing remarkable.

However, if a dozen or twenty such inconspicuous but quite effective spells are put together, the problem is much more serious, and it needs to be faced squarely and cracked in time, otherwise it will make a joke.

The cardinal mage suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and hated his opponent for wasting money like this, and silently accelerated the speed of his chanting.

As long as you follow the plan and send out a fourth-order flame technique in time to hit the gray-robed old butler, these so-called first-order water system attack spells in the sky, no matter how good the momentum is, once you lose the control of the spell caster, you will become a rootless ping, disappear quickly, and you will no longer be able to kill yourself. He was convinced that if the fourth-level pyrotechnique hit the target, Plitander would be turned into a pile of black charcoal-like ashes in an instant, and he would die no more.

Compared to the living, the dead are not the slightest threat, are they?

Yes, definitely.