Shout!

Without any pause, six silver rays of light were shot out, each facing the magic ball that had already hit three meters away, and at the same time, the two extra flying knives flew into the darkness in the corner of the wall, flying towards two of the several professionals that Yang Long perceived.

Laugh at!

The throwing knives collided with the magic orb in pairs, making a soft snort and dissipating into the air at the same time. At the same time, the sound of heavy objects falling down came from the darkness in the corner of the wall, and at the same time, the two third-order auras in Yang Long's perception flickered and gradually dissipated.

"Thief, adventurer!"

"Damn it"

"How could there be here?"

“”

Voices of surprise and horror continued to sound, and the enemies in the darkness of the corner of the wall dispersed the magic orbs that had finished reciting the spell and were ready to be released, and then one after another the magic shields were propped up one after another, and a dim light suddenly lit up in the dark corner, revealing more than a dozen robed cursed god warlocks hidden in them.

Yang Long's flying knife stunt made all the warlocks of the Cursed God Cult mistake them for adventurers, and in the face of thieves who can release multiple flying knives at the same time, if they don't do a good job of protection first, once they are quickly approached, it will really be like a tiger entering the flock, and they have no ability to resist at all.

But because of this, Yang Long got a chance to breathe, and dragged Lin forward to the ordinary-looking double-opened wooden door of the magic tower. Stretching out his hand to push the door to enter, just touching the surface of the door, the gem that Yang Long was carrying in his pocket glowed slightly, and the two of them, including Lin, suddenly disappeared in place.

After an instant, the place where Yang Long was originally standing was cleaned by all kinds of magic, and at the same time, more than ten or twenty undead creatures also rushed towards the gate. However, to the surprise of the Cursed Cultists, the walls and gates of the Magic Tower, which looked of ordinary material, were unusually strong, as if there was a wall of air blocking all the zombies.

"Bastard, attack the Magic Tower for me!" scolded an old man from the Cult of the Curse, who at first glance looked as thin as a dried corpse. The rest of the cultists hurriedly chanted incantations, preparing to cast a magic that would amplify their power.

Magical professionals in the world of Azeroth are very rare compared to other types of professionals, and the control of inheritance is a problem on the one hand, and the other problem is that it is difficult for low-level magical professionals to form attack power in battle. Other low-level professionals can easily grab and kill magic professionals.

However, if you give a magical profession enough time to prepare and be able to chant magic spells that take a long time, the devastating damage they can inflict is terrifying. Even super-level powerhouses did not dare to stand in place defenselessly, bearing the attack of a magical professional after being fully prepared.

More than a dozen warlocks came out of the corner and stood still, and began to slowly chant the strange incantations that sounded complicated. The surrounding zombies seemed to have intelligence, except for three fourth-order zombies and more than a dozen third-order zombies, most of the undead creatures were led by the two cursed god warlocks, and rushed towards the two high-level powerhouses who were fighting fiercely.

The first floor of the Magic Tower, the Great Hall.

The whole magic tower is about more than 20 meters high, and it looks like a lighthouse from the outside, with a sharp cone at the bottom and a narrow top with a cylindrical shape, and the entire magic tower base is only more than 100 square meters in size at most. However, there is no structure similar to the appearance at all, and the entire ground floor is about 400 square meters in all directions, except for the stairs leading to the second floor on the left, and some magicians in colorful clothes who do not know their life and death fall to the ground.

There are no windows on all sides, and the magic lamps hanging from the ceiling up to ten meters high illuminate the entire hall as if it were day. The white light flashed in front of the door at the entrance of the hall, and Yang Long pulled Lin to appear in the magic tower in such an abrupt instant, and the whole person still maintained the action of pushing the door forward with one hand.

"This is magic" Yang Long was stunned for a few seconds before withdrawing his outstretched hand, looking at the slightly shiny gem in his arms, his face couldn't help but turn a little pale, a slight cold sweat broke out on his head, and he muttered to himself in some surprise: "It's really weird."

Just now when he was about to push the door in, he felt his eyes bloom, and he only had time to secretly scream in his heart, and Yang Long lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went black. Between the blank of his brain, there was no chance to feel or react at all, only that he suddenly felt like waking up from a nightmare, Yang Long regained all control of his body, and at the same time was already in a strange environment.

When he rushed forward just now, Yang Long had already visually measured the scale of the magic tower, who knew that now he had entered the hall inside the tower, which was several times larger. Thinking of what happened when he entered the door, Yang Long felt fear of something unfamiliar for the first time in his history.

It's not the first time I've fought with a magician, but maybe because the magician's rank is not high, in Yang Long's opinion, the so-called magic is nothing more than the chemical weapons of this world, and the magic balls released by those warlocks are like a ball of concentrated sulfuric acid or aqua regia.

Moreover, these magicians Yang Long had also killed several of them, and compared to other professions of the same level, it was almost equivalent to having no power to resist. But now, just the simple act of entering the magic tower swept away the contempt for magic that existed in the depths of Yang Long's heart.

This time Yang Long's shock has far surpassed the battle with Adam, no matter how huge the momentum caused by Adam, no matter how terrible the "charge" is, in general, it belongs to the material category. Combat skills can be exercised, but can the destructive power of a charge be worth the power of planes, tanks, artillery, and even bombs and atomic bombs?

But this so-called magic really made Yang Long feel a trace of fear from the depths of his heart. As a modern person who lives in the modern era of advanced science and technology, and has been immersed in materialism since childhood, magic, a surreal thing that subverts the law of conservation of energy, deeply shocked Yang Long's heart.

This is different from the legends of gods and ghosts in the previous life, it can really be seen and touched, so it has a great impact on Yang Long. At the same time, it also lit up a little spark for the soul of Yang Long, a visitor from another world, and illuminated another unique avenue.

Don't underestimate such an inconspicuous Mars, it may be meaningless for Yang Long now, when the time is ripe, this spark will spread to form a prairie fire, and what is lacking is just an opportunity.

Just when Yang Long was immersed in the fear that had not appeared for nearly half a century, the magicians in the hall who were falling or lying down convulsed in unison, and then slowly stood up. After standing for a few seconds, he slowly approached Yang Long and Lin, and suddenly pounced.

The magicians in the entire magic tower have all mutated into undead creatures!