"Don't move, or my blood vine will burrow into your body, drain your flesh and blood, and make you a dry corpse!"

Just as Mo Lin subconsciously wanted to use the fireball technique to burn the bound blood-colored vines and get out of trouble, a frivolous and indifferent voice came from his ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pressing the impulse in his heart, looking for prestige, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a cloak and a coat and hat in the shadow of the high wall five meters in front of him, leaning leisurely against the wall, looking down at him coldly.

The mysterious cloaked man was holding a purple staff, and the staff still exuded a faint green glow, and his magic was surging, still controlling and maintaining this blood-colored vine emerging from the ground. It seemed that Morin had already been regarded as a dead man, and the man in the cloak boldly showed his face, unscrupulous, not afraid that Morin would remember his face.

In this world, it is a great sin to kill a nobleman, especially a mage. It's good if it's not seen, but once it's seen, it's a rat crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats it.

"Lord Baron, I don't think you want to turn into a dried corpse, do you?" said the cloaked man, teasing with the corners of his mouth curled.

The blood-colored vines tightly wrapped around his body, and the head of the vine was like a poisonous snake, three inches from his throat, shaking. It seems that the next moment, it will be stabbed into his throat. At the moment of life and death, Morin's expression was as usual, calm and terrifying. He didn't seem to see the tip of the vine that was only three inches away from his throat, and asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"

"You're very calm, this is not like the timid Lord Morin I heard about!" The man in the cloak raised his eyebrows in surprise, and glanced at Morin seriously, especially the crotch of Morin's lower body, and laughed: "It can't be pretended, right? I wonder if you have been scared to pee your pants?"

After a moment of conversation, he said nonchalantly: "Whether you pretend to be scared or not, it doesn't mean anything to me, because you will soon be a dead man!"

"And it's a dried corpse!"

Mo Lin knew very well in his heart that the cloak man's tone of nonchalance was contempt, contempt for his strength!

Obviously, this mysterious cloaked man is very familiar with his situation. Knowing that he is a mage who can only know the simplest fireball technique, a mage who can only be regarded as a low-level mage's apprentice.

And he was also very confident, confident that any magic fluctuations in Morin would be able to detect immediately.

The contempt and conceit of the enemy, this is an opportunity!

Mo Lin did not act rashly, resisted the urge to sweep away the disgusting blood-colored vines with a fire in his heart, and looked at the cloaked man calmly, finding an excellent opportunity, an opportunity to fight back.

That's right, it's counter-killing!

He hated the man in the cloak to death, not only because of his sneak attack on him, but also because of his unscrupulous contempt for himself as a weakling, as a dead man!

This feeling of being regarded as a weak person and being able to handle it at any time is very uncomfortable!

He Morin doesn't want to be regarded as a weak person who can be bullied even by a dog!

The man in the cloak must die!

Must die!

If he is not killed on the spot, Morin will feel uncomfortable, his thoughts will not be clear, and he will feel uncomfortable.

Like the best hunter in the jungle, he calmly waits for an opportunity to kill his prey with a single blow.

"Does the Baron know? I was so happy to hear that you were scared and scared to death in the castle, but why didn't you die? You came back to life? You came back to life, I was very unhappy, everybody was very unhappy, so you had to die!"

"You are a little low-level mage apprentice, a little mage who can only inferiorly fireball skills, how can you study in the best mage academy in the Oran Kingdom, and still inherit the baronial title?

"Do you think you're safe hiding in the castle? Tell you, in front of me, a noble intermediate mage apprentice, your castle is nothing, this is my back garden, I can come when I want, I can leave when I want! And you can't resist, and you don't have the strength to resist, because you're a coward, a waste, a piece of garbage to be slaughtered by me!"

“.......”

The man in the cloak babbled a lot, trying his best to belittle Mo Lin, elevate himself, and say a word about the noble intermediate mage apprentice.

Mo Lin listened for a long time, rolled his eyes, and turned out to be a depressed, resentful, and extremely dissatisfied neurotic with reality!

Thinking of this, Mo Lin's heart moved, and he looked at the man in the cloak with pity, his eyes were like looking at a poor stray dog, and he sneered: "It turns out that you are also a poor person!"

The man in the cloak dodged his gaze, and was stimulated by Mo Lin's words, and his whole face changed greatly, and he suddenly became emotional, waving his hands, speaking incoherently, and shouting: "No! no! no....."

Now is the time!

Mo Lin was too lazy to listen to the nonsense of a neurotic demon sealer, and finally stimulated the cloaked man with words, and he seized the opportunity. Immediately, the whole body burst into flames, wrapped around the blood-colored vines on Mo Lin's body, and was instantly burned to ashes by the high temperature, and he escaped from the trap.

Without wasting a second, a fireball the size of a football burst out instantly, appearing in Morin's hand out of thin air, grabbing the ball with his right hand and throwing it, the fireball shot towards the cloaked man five meters away.

Boom!

It's all done in a second.

Although the man in the cloak reacted quickly, when the magic power surged on Mo Lin's body, he immediately urged the magic power, and the purple staff in his hand was green, and a defensive spell with green light was rapidly bursting into the wind at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a magic shield.

However, he never expected that the fireball released by Morin would be instantaneous. The defensive spell released was only halfway complete when the fireball smashed into his face. Unleashed half of the defensive spell and suddenly collapsed into a state of magical power, the purple staff in his hand came out of his hand, and the whole person was blasted into the wall, half a meter deep.

There were blisters all over my body, and a smell of burnt roasting came through.

But not dead yet!

Merlin smiled coldly, silently reciting a spell in his heart, and another fireball quickly took shape, bursting into the wind, and three seconds later, a fireball the size of a millstone appeared.

In the caped man's stunned and frightened eyes, he blasted straight at him.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the fireball with the size of the grinding plate, the No. 3 improved fireball technique, which was up to three times the damage of the ordinary fireball technique, accurately slammed into the cloak man embedded in the wall. The high temperature, which is almost 1,000 degrees Celsius, and the powerful impact force, pierces the castle's four or five meters thick city wall into a large hole with a diameter of three meters, and rubble flies all over the place.

The man in the cloak was even more injured by the No. 3 Fireball Technique head-on, almost half of his body vaporized, and the remaining half became black charcoal.

He who is dead cannot die anymore!

was suddenly violently attacked by Morin, and the Jedi fought back!

From getting out of trouble to counter-killing, two instantaneous No. 2 fireball techniques, and one No. 3 fireball technique with up to triple damage, consumed 3 points of magic power and 3 points of mental power, and it took less than 4 seconds.

The process is up and down, flowing smoothly and cleanly.