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"Well, even though you told me to fight that monster More, I didn't feel the need to do it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Besides, Big Brother Ralph doesn't seem to like me interfering with him and that ...... Uh, the contest of giants. ”

There was no doubt that Troy was the one who asked the question, and what he said made sense.

"I'm not skilled enough in the manipulation of elemental magic, and I'm afraid I'll hurt them if I can't control them well when I have my companions and enemies in hand-to-hand combat, so I'm ......"

"Well, you're right. ”

Troy's speech actually surprised the seemingly unquiet Mohr, judging from the other party's speech, first of all, the simple boy from an unknown village seems to have finally begun to "have his own ideas", and no longer acts according to what anyone says as before.

That's a good thing, if Troy is still like he used to be, it won't be too much of a problem if he can stay with his group all the time, but if it's just one of them, it can be a big problem.

All possible ways must be made to eradicate any hidden dangers.

Second, there is no doubt that Troy would fear for the safety of his companions...... Mohr suspected that the boy's idea was entirely due to the fact that he had inherited Lance's magic and was also partially influenced by that man.

At the mention of this, the warrior couldn't help but think of something he had learned from his previous conversation with Dondal.

In fact, it is not uncommon for someone to inherit the magic of someone else like Troy on this continent, and according to the "usher" who always chatters, there is indeed a "secret art" or "forbidden art" in Southwell's history that allows a person to transfer all of his magic to another person.

Not to mention the significance of such an act, which Dondal did not know very well, the price that must be paid for the use of such a spell is quite large, not only is it necessary to sacrifice one's own life for it, but at the same time, in order to make this trick successful, it will require the "life" of other people as a "sacrifice", as for the number of such sacrifices, the number of such sacrifices is not recorded in the books that Dondal had read by chance.

But the number doesn't change the nature of the magic much. The act of sacrificing human life as a sacrifice is itself an "evil act" that will not be allowed by any person or organization, and in this way, such magic will inevitably be regarded as a "forbidden art" similar to the nature of black magic that requires the same "sacrifice of life" and even more "selling the soul" to master.

However, unlike the dark arts, the magic that transferred the power of magic to others in this way did not survive to the present day, but disappeared from the record entirely, about 120 or 30 years ago.

To Moore's surprise, Dondal did not tell the story of the last recorded use of this magic, and judging by his expression at the time, it was obvious to him that he knew about it.

Returning to Troy's words, there is a final third point that can be drawn from the boy's words. The fact that he was able to recognize that elemental magic, which often covered an area, could easily injure his companions in coordinated combat unless he had a good understanding, was a testament to his talent.

On the other hand, if the other two reasons for not participating in the battle, since he thought Ralph was good enough to defeat the monster, and he "feared" not to like others to disturb his "duel", he took out the other statement of the young man, and he only mentioned that elemental magic was actually very revealing.

Even if the elemental magic is removed, the boy should have other combat methods to choose from, but he didn't even mention it, so does this mean that Troy's preference for combat methods is more inclined to use elemental magic to fight?

I'll save that until I have a chance to confirm later. All in all, it's not at all a bad thing that Troy would choose not to participate in this fight out of personal judgment.

If you think about it, it would be too reckless for me to let Troy fight the Cyclops on such an occasion, I can only say that ...... I can't think it through enough.

Moore, who had thought about many questions in an instant, softened his expression and nodded to himself.

And once again focusing on the battle situation not far away, it seems that the battle that Moore thinks is enough to be serious enough to end in an instant seems to be finally coming to an end.

However, it is not yet possible to be careless.

-- Never be careless.

Moore thought so, but the long-lost "bad premonition" suddenly filled his mind.

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"Hahaha! I'm scared, but that's just the beginning!"

Back in time, when the results of the one-on-one confrontation between Ralph and the Cyclops were just about to become clear, after the third blow, the Cyclops was much wider than the strong man in the northwest, and the lower half of his body had completely sunk into the mud, and it seemed that he could no longer move, and there was no way to easily "escape" from it in a short time.

On the other hand, Ralph hit the mace in the monster's hand three times with a huge fist, and the result was that the fist wheel splattered blood, and the boiling fire element attached to the opponent's blade during the third blow also caused his palms and even arms to be burned to a certain extent.

But this is only a "small injury" for a man who was born in the northwest and regards fighting as a daily routine, and it will not have the slightest impact on his subsequent battles.

--No pain or itching.

After the fist and the blade clashed three times, Ralph, whose body was lifted to a higher place by the huge force generated by the collision, clearly heard the screams from the monster's mouth have changed its taste, although the weakness of the enemy has somewhat worn down his original high fighting spirit, but it also brings him a lot of "sense of achievement" to be able to soften the monster that looks so imposing.

For Ralph, the battle that he held firmly in his hand was still at the beginning.

"Hey!"

Even the fourth blow "came as promised" by half a minute, and the Cyclops, who lost the support of the lower plate, could only lift the mace that looked very heavy in his hand with a hard head.

"Boom!"

After the fourth roar, which had weakened from before, the result was that the monster's body sank by two more points, and Ralph's body went up by nearly half as much as before.

"Come again, come again, come again!"

A slightly manic roar came from the big man's throat, and smashing the Cyclops's half into the ground with four blows was not satisfying for him, and he had to bury the monster "alive" completely!