"This kid shouldn't have escaped, right?"

Delia's voice was raised by several decibels, and she hugged her chest with a cold expression, she obviously thought that Philip was just pretending just now, and she didn't have the courage to come back at all.

Grace, as usual, was faint, his fingers gently wrapping around his long wavy hair, and did not speak, as if he also thought that Philip had deserted.

The most nervous thing is the soldiers who are struggling to block between the two groups of people in the square, the city lord has been back for half an hour, but he still hasn't appeared, could it be that he just abandoned us like this?

"City, the lord of the city won't come back, will he?" someone whispered.

Sam immediately began to retort: "What nonsense are you talking about! The city lord is a great magician, I saw with my own eyes, he killed the mutated three-armed troll with one hand, and it was not a piece of cake for him to draw a magic circle! He must have to make the most preparations, it must be so." ”

Sam's tone was so firm that the soldier, who had been a little skeptical just now, had to bow his head and remain silent.

The news of Philip's battle against the three-armed troll had spread, and Philip stood alone in the place where the three-armed troll had been burned to ashes by the fire, with an indifferent and disapproving expression, as if he was a peerless master, deeply imprinted in the minds of those who participated in the battle that night.

In bars, at parties, and in the streets and alleys, these warriors expressed the image of the lord of the city through their own artistic processing, fully embodying the image of a powerful master.

It's just that most of this image is passed on by word of mouth, and people's impressions are not very deep, once they encounter something slightly inconsistent, the appearance of the master will collapse, and most people will think, "Those people are too exaggerated, the lord is not that powerful at all, maybe it's just a coincidence ......" and something like that.

The ranks of the soldiers gradually became unstable, and the barricades made of steel knives and spears were less firm and powerful, and the soldiers gradually began to retreat.

The Bloods and High Elves also quietly regained their weapons, staring murderously at their enemies, waiting for their leader's order to attack.

Grace sighed lightly, his white fingers left his long hair, ready to lift into the air, wave his hand to attack, Philip will not come, he has to attack before Delia, seize the opportunity.

The central square, like a tight rubber rope, will break at any time!

"The lord of the castle is here!" suddenly a soldier shouted.

Grace, who was about to wave, Delia, who was holding her chest coldly, Sam with a determined face, and the other warriors of all races holding weapons in the central square, all turned their heads to look in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

A black carriage with the rose badge of the Ross family was slowly approaching this direction, and the short-haired old man driving the carriage seemed to be oblivious to the tense murderous aura in the square, and drove the carriage slowly.

The carriage reached the edge of the square, and Franklin drove the reins sideways so that the doors were facing the square.

"Nash, open the car door and help the Earl down. ”

After hearing Franklin's command, a long-faced soldier immediately stepped forward, opened the car door, took one of Philip's hands, and walked down with Philip in his arms.

Philip looks a little weird, when he walks with his feet, his knees are not bent, he walks in a strange figure-eight road, his waist seems to be bent and he doesn't understand, and the whole person looks like a robot without knees.

Of course, there are no robots in this shijie, Philip walked to the middle of the square with a scepter, motioned to the soldiers to leave him a vacant space, and then said to Dilia and Grace: "Two honorable ladies, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, it took me a lot of time to prepare the materials, let's start now." ”

"Wait!" Just as Philip was about to make a move, Delia suddenly said, "I want to see if you already have a magic circle under your feet, if you use the existing magic circle to fool us, you are cheating, I don't admit it." ”

Delia's words were already a bit strong, but Philip didn't care, compared to the solemn face when he left just now, he was already in his chest.

At the command, Philip motioned for his guards to let Delia and Grace in, and asked them to carefully inspect the ground of the square, and found that there was indeed no magic circle that had been formed, before they nodded and let Philip start.

Philip tightened the glove in his right hand and flicked a switch on the scepter with his thumb, revealing a small opening at the end of the ground, and white magic crystal powder leaked out of the hole, and the lord, who looked like the big boy next door, grasped the scepter with both hands and began to move slowly on the ground.

A majestic magic power poured out of Philip's body, and the bodies of Delia and Grace shook at the same time, and their faces changed color, powerful and pure magic, which made the well-informed elf princess and the Marquis of the Blood Clan realize that Philip was a great magician!

At this time, Philip, who was concentrating on drawing the magic array, did not see the expressions on the faces of Delia and Grace, and the fine beads of sweat on his face had dripped down the tip of his nose to the ground.

If Philip's body were to be compared to a continent, then he would now have countless tiny streams flowing through him. There were several transparent magic crystals on his chest, which were the source of the stream, and streams of hot magical energy flowed from them, flowing down the thin metal wires and dissipating on the surface of Philip's body.

If Philip had taken off his clothes at this moment, he would have found countless metal wires wrapped around his body. These wires covered every inch of the Count's clothes, and everyone around him could feel that Philip's body was radiating a powerful magical energy, a kind of power that only a great magician could unleash.

These wires converged on the gloves of Philip's hands, and the magical energy entered the scepter through the wires, and finally channeled the energy into the magic circle on the ground.

Due to the time constraints, the wires had not yet had time to wrap around the insulation, and Philip now felt like a lobster in a steamer, the heat wrapped tightly around him, and he had to steam himself from the outside to the inside.

Of course, Philip's face, which had turned red from the heat, was still a little cute in the eyes of Delia and Grace.

What made Philip even more uncomfortable was not the stuffiness of his body, but the feeling that his brain was about to be crushed. The headache, the sharp headache made Philip want to bang his head against the wall, and the buzzing tinnitus was like a sharp dagger stuck into his brain, and it was still tumbling and stirring, as if it was going to chop all the contents of his skull to pieces.

A strong sense of dizziness followed, and Philip felt that the hand holding the scepter became weak, his legs seemed to float lightly to the clouds, and his eyes staring at the trajectory of the magic array on the ground seemed to be ghosted.

The double pain of mental and physical pain made Philip feel that every minute was as long as a century, his energy and physical strength were rapidly draining, and gradually, his steps became unsteady, his eyes were completely blurred, and he could only rely on memory to complete the rest of the magic array.

"He can't do it!"