Hearing Joey's words, Diana's face turned worried.

"Still, I don't think this little guy should lose. Joy said.

Diana looked at this legendary archmage with some puzzlement, I don't know where the other party's confidence comes from, although she knows that Constantine is a top member of the hunters' guild, but in the face of a monster like Rommel, there is not necessarily much possibility of victory, unless Constantine is willing to reveal his identity.

"If, I mean if, he really is that man's son, how can he fail so easily. Joey muttered to himself.

The chill to the bones came, and the emerald Yinmeng Lake formed a thin layer of ice floe, and the leaves withered from the trees were also dyed with a layer of light frost, and countless small snowflakes fell, as if winter had arrived, and the wind flying by the forest seemed to be whispering to the gods in charge of winter.

The snowflakes were getting thicker and thicker, and the students who were watching the battle even had to wrap their robes tightly in the cold, shivering, and walking away from this realm ruled by the wind and snow.

"It can't be, it's... Winter God Ritual. A magician with a deep understanding of frost magic exclaimed.

[Winter God Ritual], a real high-level magic, but the most suitable environment for this magic is on the battlefield, which is extremely rare in one-on-one duels, and is generally chanted by multiple people and cast spells together.

At this moment, it means that Rommel doesn't care about the consumption of mental power and magic power at all.

The dragon lance mage's eyes were as cold as an abyss, and at this moment, the blood veins in his body were boiling, constantly drawing out the power from the depths of his soul, brutally commanding the magic power that was abundant in the sky above Yinmeng Lake, and bursts of cold air erupted.

In fact, with the help of the power of the dragon vein, his magic power is actually not enough to exert the full power of this high-level magic, the gap between the magic systems is not so easy to overcome, this frost magic is just like a god, and this control range is not enough to freeze people to death on the real battlefield.

But it's enough.

Even if this magic is only superficial, the temperature is already below zero is not something that normal people can bear.

A cold glint flashed in Rommel's eyes, and he couldn't wait to see the arrogant waste frozen in the woods by the snow and ice, with a trembling and terrified expression.

However, the boy was unexpectedly calm.

The white light of the blessing spell flashed, and the five fingers that had been frozen were rejuvenated, and Constantine reached out and clenched his arcane wand, and stepped straight into the fine snow in front of him.

He knew why Rommel had chosen this spell.

[Winter God Ritual], although this magic cannot cause fatal damage to oneself instantly, but the terrible thing is that using the cold can maximize the torture of the opponent's body and will.

In the midst of the drifting chill in the sky, even a breath would inhale the cold into his lungs, bringing more pain, so he pursed his lips and completed a protective spell, the light of the arcane shield flickering in front of him, helping him resist some of the chill and take a firm step.

Seeing that this guy who didn't know whether to live or die actually walked towards him in the wind and snow, the coldness in Rommel's eyes became thicker, and the speed of the incantation suddenly accelerated, making the wind in the forest faster and faster, and the snowflakes falling more and more.

No one's body can withstand that kind of extreme cold torture, and on the battlefield, countless excellent warriors have fallen under this magic, and even less can be a weak magician, Rommel is convinced of this.

But what he didn't know was that the boy who was his opponent had witnessed this spell more than once since he was a child, in the hands of Blizzard mages.

The lakeside has entered the harsh winter from late autumn to the harsh winter, countless small hexagonal snowflakes are melodiously sprinkled in the air, although the snow is small, the supreme chill really invades every inch of Constantine's skin.

The snowflakes fell on his shoulders, fell on his ears, and blew into his nostrils, a chill that was enough to make his limbs tingle and penetrate his internal organs, rampaging through his body like a monster.

Exhaling a cold breath, he walked through the snow and ice for a long time, Constantine's hand was still steady without a trace of trembling, his figure moved slowly but firmly in the wind and snow, holding a magical shield, like a pilgrim devout, stepping on the wet soil covered with snowflakes, walking towards Rommel.

Even the abyss has come over, what is this cold?

How is that possible? Rommel silently counted in his heart, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he asked himself, even if it was himself, it was impossible for him to walk in the cold zone formed by the [Winter God Ritual] for more than a minute.

......

In the wind and snow, a cold light flashed out very suddenly, and the rapidly rotating blade danced with a hideous silver light, and the [Sword Blade Barrier] showed its strength as a spell that integrated attack and defense.

Dozens of blades summoned with magic power broke through the snowflakes and slashed down, and the shiny silver light cut through the cold snow and slashed towards Constantine, the snowflakes coated the sword with a layer of cold, and the sword intent was even stronger.

Constantine waved his wand, the purple light at the end of the wand flashed, and one by one the arcane missiles shot out, flying like a graceful dancer, knocking the alchemy swords into the air one by one, I have to say that as an extraordinary item, the enchantment effect of the arcane staff is quite powerful.

The surrounding mages were stunned again.

Being able to capture the trajectory of each blade and knock it away with a magic bullet may seem light, but it actually requires incredible predictability, and what a terrifying magical control it is to make each missile just stop in the orbit of the blade?

Is this young man in front of him really just a beginner mage?

Ignoring the amazed gazes of the crowd, there were still fourteen steps left, and Constantine silently calculated.

Despite the power of his staff, no one would think it was unfair, after all, he was only a beginner in magic, and he didn't have enough magic power, so he could only use these most basic and cheap skills, combined with his amazing arcane talent, to fight against a monster like the Dragon Vein Warlock that was rare in a hundred years.

There are nine more steps.

Looking at Constantine who was getting closer and closer, Rommel felt a long-lost uneasiness welling up in his heart, that feeling could only be felt when fighting against that noble girl, and the Constantine in front of him was just a teenager with very ordinary magical powers, how could he let himself feel this way?

The surging ice elements gathered rapidly, constantly lowering the temperature around them, making the temperature here constantly approaching below zero, and if you were a normal person, you should have numb limbs frozen in place at this time.

However, that guy is still walking around, can't he feel cold?

The sound of metal chips splashing from the snowflakes continued to come out, and with the staggered purple light, Rommel's face became even more ugly, and even the barrier of the blade could not stop the guy.

He knew he was careless.

The ice blue color in his vision gradually faded, and the rich chill concentrated on Rommel's hand, turning into a blue ice spear, and at this moment, Rommel seemed to have turned back into the general on the battlefield who was not angry and arrogant, holding a weapon and waiting for the arrival of his opponent.

The snowflakes gradually became smaller, and the magic power of the dragon veiners was not infinite after all, and the warm autumn sun returned to the quiet shore of Yinmeng Lake.

The snow curtain summoned by the Ritual of the Winter God quickly melted into the sunlight.

The Dragon Vein Warlock stood at the end of the wind and snow, standing with his spear in hand, quietly waiting for the other party to step out of the area of effect of the "Winter God Ritual", his eyes flashing with a cold light.

He admits that this mage does have an unbelievably tenacious will, and can ignore the bitter cold brought about by the "Winter God Ritual", and that alone is already worthy of his attention.

Therefore, he decided to abandon the use of magic and instead use his spear to defeat the other party as a sign of respect for this courage and perseverance.

You are indeed not a weak person, the dragon lance young man thought so, and clenched the ice spear in his hand, but that's all!

However, the other party's lazy voice rang out from the back of his head: "It's not a wise move to hand over your back to your opponent. ”

Rommel was startled and jerked back to find Constantine standing less than five meters behind him, his arcane wand still glowing with a faint magical glow.

【Flashing Technique】

An arcane technique that could turn the tide of battle in an instant, always stored in Constantine's wand, was extremely valuable to a mage because it was only used once, but Constantine was never a stingy man at a critical moment.

The name of this arcane appeared in Rommel's mind, and a sense of anger and absurdity that had been fooled enveloped him.

This guy had been planning to let his guard down from the very beginning, so that he could find an opportunity to get close to him.

However, he still couldn't imagine that Constantine had walked in the cold wind and snow for so long, endured such a long time of bitter cold, and actually just found a suitable distance to flash behind his back.

What a terrible patience and will!

Rommel knew that at this distance, he had no chance to cast spells, and no matter how powerful the dragon bloodline was, he would still need time to chant the incantation, and before that, Constantine's arcane missile would smash into his face.

So he gave up using magic and responded in the most concise way possible.

The frost spear was raised, like a giant dragon raising its head, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon spear youth changed from a powerful dragon vein warlock to a skilled warrior, he stepped violently, and the ice spear stabbed forward with his movements, tearing through the air, and stabbing at Constantine like a roar.

Thanks to the good martial arts skills laid since childhood, even if he has not been on the battlefield for several years, Rommel's reaction is still extremely sharp, this shot, regardless of strength, speed, is very amazing, more terrible than the shot on the lawn that day, the soldier's instinct made Rommel make the most perfect response.

But just because you're perfect doesn't mean you're perfect.

Constantine shook his head slightly, only took a slight step, in Rommel's eyes, the young man's figure was as swift as a ghost, cut directly in front of him, and then slashed at his spear-holding wrist with a fast knife in his left hand, and his right hand took the falling ice spear, and the action was done in one go.

By the time the dragon lance youth reacted, the ice spear had already turned its head to point at its master.

"I said I wouldn't show mercy to your men. Constantine lowered his ice spear and stared calmly into the unbelievable eyes of the dragon vein warlock.

"Even though Julils didn't allow it, it was necessary for me, as his friend, to do something. ”

The next moment, all the mages watching the battle in the field were dumbfounded, witnessing a scene that will never be forgotten.

Constantine pressed his wand to Rommel's chest and activated the incantation.

A brilliant light bloomed on the dragonlancer's chest, and Rommel tasted the full power of this lowest-level arcane with his body at zero distance, and the whole person was blasted out and fell straight into the lake of Inmeng, splashing a man as high as a person.